The old policeman shouted upstairs: "Lao Yu, Lao Yu!" A man responded in a daze.
The old policeman said: "You call Xiaohai and say that his son has been beaten and ask him to go to the hospital." After saying that, the old policeman didn't even look at me and rushed out with Ma Liang in his arms. I held the iron rod and didn't know.
Wherever he went, he was afraid that something might happen to Ma Liangzhen, so he followed him there.
After being sent to the hospital, we started suturing and bandaging. At that time, Ma Liang had already woken up and looked at me without saying anything. There seemed to be a trace of fear in his eyes, but more of it was hatred. The old policeman and I stood outside the operating room.
The police took this opportunity to ask my dad’s name, work unit, and phone number.
My dad came in a hurry soon, and the unit was not far from the hospital. The old policeman told my dad the situation, saying that this was Xiaohai's son, and asked my dad to think of a solution quickly and ask if there was any
Anyone he knew could talk to Xiaohai. My dad said, "I don't know anyone."
The old policeman sighed, as if to say, just leave it to fate.[
I could tell that my father was also very anxious. He walked around and sighed, but he didn't scold me. After a while, the doctor came out and said that the stitches were finished, and asked my father to hand over the money, which seemed to be more than 200 yuan in total.
Ma Liang lay on the bed and was given an infusion, which seemed to be glucose or something, but he couldn't hear clearly. My dad kept sitting by the bed to comfort him, saying that you were all classmates before and it was not good to have such troubles. Ma Liang didn't even bother to look at my dad.
, staring endlessly at the white clouds outside the window.
At this time, two people came in. The leader was a middle-aged man in his 40s, who looked very stable. Behind him was a young man in his early 20s, with dyed yellow hair, a body full of tendons, and tights that clung to his body.
It felt very powerful. My dad went over and said to the middle-aged man: "You must be Brother Hai. When children are playing around, they are a bit harsh."
At that time, I was still holding the iron rod in my hand, squatting in the corner, and raised my head to look at the two people. The young Huang Mao looked at me, seemed to understand something, and rushed over and kicked me in the chest.
feet, and scolded: "Fuck you!"
That Huang Mao was really strong, and I was kicked to the ground in one fell swoop. Because I was leaning against the wall, I even hit my head. It seemed like I had received a huge blow on my chest. I couldn’t breathe, my head hurt, and I burst into tears.
Then it fell again. I heard the middle-aged man say: "Da Tou, don't hit the child." The young man in front of me cursed and said, "If you dare to touch Liangzi, you don't want to live." But he didn't do it again.
He seemed to listen to the middle-aged man's words.
My dad also quickly stood in front of Datou: "Don't hit the child, don't hit the child. If you are angry, come at me." Seeing my father's submissive look, I felt sad.