The nanny reminded Yang Bowen in a low voice, "The old man knew he was wrong. He is sick and confused."
Recently, family work, mother's illness and various pressures and burdens have all hit Bowen Yang.
He slept less than four hours a day, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
The mother's estimated survival rate was not high, so she had to be busy looking for doctors and checking information. She finally went to bed early today, but was woken up by another phone call.
I rushed here without stopping.
Yang Bowen really felt a little broken, "Look how he knew he was wrong...he bought various health products, nutritional supplements, and magical medicines and earth remedies. How many of them did he buy?"
With a crash, Yang Bowen pulled the cabinet door open, and all the piles of boxes and bags fell to the floor.
It was apparently something posted on the small advertisement on the wall outside or on the telephone pole.
If you want to be in good health, Shenxian Pills are indispensable.
The personal bodyguard of health and longevity, please look for Kangyuan Nutrient Solution.
To eliminate cancer cells, I am your best choice.
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Yang Bowen stepped on these boxes with disgust, hating those who sold health care medicines to the elderly.
His father's pension of several thousand yuan a month is all here, and he has also used a lot of savings.
Fortunately, he was alert enough, otherwise the coffin book would have been deceived.
He had repeatedly warned him and took away all his bank cards. Unexpectedly, he secretly hid the money to buy it.
I just want to make myself angry to death.
Yang Bowen wanted to curse, but the unpleasant words came to his throat, but he saw his father looking at him pitifully.
Just like the expression he had when he was afraid of being scolded by his parents when he did something wrong as a child, Bowen Yang softened his heart again.
Taking a deep breath, holding back the upset, he asked seriously: "How much did you spend this time?"
"Do you remember who sold it to you?"
Yang Bowen was thinking about whether he could get the money back.
Uncle Yang didn't think he was at fault, but seeing his son furious, he was too frightened to speak.
After shrinking his head for a while, he whispered: "Four, four thousand... They didn't let me tell you. I didn't see anyone."
"Four thousand?" Yang Bowen almost shouted.
"Do you know how much money it costs now that my mother is sick?"
"Didn't you see anyone?" the liar said.
"Can you please worry less..." As he said this, Yang Bowen's voice began to choke with annoyance.
Uncle Yang didn't understand why, and when he saw his son crying, he was also very panicked.
Clumsily, he held his son in his arms and patted his back, "Did some classmates bully you at school? Don't be afraid, daddy will support you."
"Dad, I'm fifty, and you still treat me like a child." Yang Bowen's mood recovered a lot after being hugged.
"Nonsense, why are you fifty years old? You are obviously only over ten years old now and have just entered the first grade of junior high school."
Yang Bowen:......
After finally coaxing the old man, Yang Bowen looked tired and leaned on the sofa and narrowed his eyes.
Then he asked the nanny: "Didn't I ask you to pay attention to the old man and don't let strangers approach him?"
The nanny shouted that she was wronged, "I swear, I followed the old gentleman every step of the way."
"The only time I didn't follow him was when I went to bed at night."
"Even if I am sleeping, I will get up every two or three hours and go to the bedroom to see the old man."
Yang Bowen pinched his eyebrows and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I was a little impatient just now."
"It's okay, I understand." She has seen a lot and has been a nanny for so many years. She also knows how troublesome it is to have a patient with Alzheimer's disease at home.
Not to mention that in this employer's family, in addition to the father suffering from Alzheimer's disease, the mother also suffers from gastric cancer.
The son of this family is feeling miserable~
Nanny: "I guess the counterfeit medicine dealer just came here to deceive the elderly."
"I saw that the old man had fallen asleep at night, so I went back to the room. After about an hour of sleep, I heard the old man calling for Xiuqin outside and saying that he had bought medicine for her."
"I guess that's when it will be."
"Forget it, forget it. You can only take good care of him yourself."
Yang Bowen suddenly remembered, "Where did he get all his money?"
"Maybe it's private money that was hidden before."
By the way, Yang Bowen asked the nanny about the old man's recent situation and said a few more words.
It was getting late, and Yang Bowen had no intention of going back and tossing back and forth. He was just going to lie down with his father all night.
Early the next morning, he had to rush to the hospital to take care of his mother.
As a result, when he opened the bedroom door, the quilt on the bed was folded neatly, and there was no trace of the old man anywhere.
He looked around in panic, but couldn't find it in the cabinet under the bed.
Various bad scenes were playing out in his mind, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold. He did not dare to think about what would happen if an old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease ran out on his own.
Unable to care about anything, Yang Bowen's mind went blank except for: He had to find the old man quickly.
After a frantic search all night, Yang Bowen mobilized all his relatives and friends to search everywhere, by the pond, by the river, on the road... just for fear of hearing bad news.
Just after he reported the case from the police station after dawn, he received a call from his wife, saying that the old man was in the fucking ward right now.
On the way back, Yang Bowen thought a lot.
For example: How did the old man find the hospital? How did he get there?
When my mother was hospitalized, the family members tacitly agreed not to tell the old man, and the home was twelve kilometers away from the hospital. How did he, an old man who even walked tremblingly, get there?
No one knows what Uncle Yang experienced that night.
When Yang Bowen arrived, he saw his father, as dirty as an old beggar, sleeping soundly on his mother's hospital bed.
His mother gently wiped his hands and face little by little with a wet towel.
Seeing the person, Yang Bowen breathed a sigh of relief, and then his anger rose up.
Who can support such an old man at home?
"Shh... keep your voice down."
Fang Xiuqin put down the towel, still keeping her eyes on the person on the bed, and said softly: "I know you are angry, and you blame your father for adding to your burden."
"But have you ever thought about it, when you were very young you also liked to run around, and people would disappear in the blink of an eye."
"We didn't even dare to blink our eyes. We kept watching over you and watching you grow up."
"When you were young, your dad would patiently communicate with you, answer all your questions, and tell you over and over again what you can and cannot do. Now your dad is old, sick, and has
Sometimes he creates trouble just like a child...Can you be a little more tolerant and patient with him?"
Fang Xiuqin's words made Yang Bowen burst into tears and burst into tears.
He was indeed full of complaints and blame...
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
"Well, it's okay, son."
At some point, Uncle Yang opened his eyes, hid under the quilt and secretly looked out at his son.
Looking at Yang Bowen's cautious look, he felt sad and guilty.
I don't know when, but his father, who he used to say was the best, was always cautious around him.
"Son, I gave your mother some medicine and she will get better soon. Can you please not let her separate from me?"
Yang Bowen:…..
Tianke proves that he wants to speak softly, but he is such an irritating father...
