"What did you just say?" Yang Bowen widened his eyes in disbelief, staring straight at his father.
Uncle Yang looked a little scared and nervously held his wife's hand, "Xiu Qin..."
"Don't scare him." Fang Xiuqin said gently, but with a hidden warning.
Yang Bowen: Well, he is just superfluous.
Between his father and his children, his mother's first choice is always his father.
Huh, that's amazing, who doesn't have an intimate partner?
But there must be no compromise on issues of principle.
Yang Bowen: "Mom, you let him do what you want? Even those messy medicines that dad bought are toxic or not. How can you take them?"
Fang Xiuqin: "It's all your father's wish."
"You see he is confused. He knew I was sick but he still remembered to buy me medicine."
"If I don't eat, he will worry."
Yang Bowen is anxious and angry. He can't control his father, and he can't persuade his mother. It's useless for him to be so angry now.
The old couple were holding hands and looking at each other happily.
It doesn't matter if the child is anxious or angry.
"Son, hurry up and buy some porridge for your mother. She will definitely want to eat it later." Uncle Yang said happily.
Yang Bowen looked at his mother, Fang Xiuqin nodded, "Then buy some."
She is now in the advanced stage of gastric cancer and has long had difficulty eating. Eating is torture for her.
But seeing her wife's happy appearance, Fang Xiuqin still couldn't bear to let him down.
After buying the porridge, Fang Xiuqin took a sip at Uncle Yang's urging.
She was ready to vomit.
Unexpectedly, the sweet rice porridge immediately whetted her appetite, and a long-lost hunger swept over her.
He drank one mouthful after another without stopping, and before he knew it, he finished a large bowl of porridge, and even licked his lips with unfulfilled interest.
Reacting, Fang Xiuqin was a little embarrassed.
Uncle Yang smiled and said, "Let me tell you, after taking the medicine, you can eat. After eating, the person's health will be better."
Yang Bowen was shocked, his voice was trembling, "Dad, what kind of medicine did you give mom?"
"Daliwan."
Yang Bowen: This sounds unreliable, just like the fake pills on the street stalls, claiming to cure all diseases.
Yang Bowen didn't believe it, but he couldn't bear the greed of the young man in the bed next door.
The young man watched the old lady, who was in a more serious condition than him, show off a bowl of porridge in one go, and he almost shed tears of envy.
Is it porridge that he is craving for? No, he is craving for health points.
"Uncle, do you still have that medicine? I can pay double, no, triple the money to buy it."
Yang Bowen: “….”
Young man, I advise you to calm down.
When people are in desperate situations, they want to hold on to any glimmer of hope, even if they know it is false.
Uncle Yang was proud and took out a black sesame pill from his arms, "Here you go, 2,000 yuan each."
"Young man has a keen eye, and his illness is cured after taking medicine."
Uncle Yang dared to sell it, but Yang Bowen didn't dare. "Dad, don't do this nonsense."
The young man's weak body burst out with great strength, and he hugged Yang Bowen's thigh, "Brother, please sell it to me for two thousand yuan, otherwise...otherwise, three thousand yuan is fine."
Three meals a day for ordinary people is a luxury for him.
He never thought before that he would dream about a bowl of porridge, just like he couldn't predict that he would suffer from stomach cancer at such a young age.
I have spent so much of my body on work that I only regret it now.
"Brother, please... I can sign a guarantee that if anything happens in the future, I will never cause trouble to you."
Yang Bowen firmly disagreed, "That's not the problem..."
The young man was so thin that he lost his appearance. His body was so thin that he could be blown over by a gust of wind. He could also snatch the black meatball from Uncle Yang's hand with lightning speed and swallow it whole.
"Brother, I ate it." The young man opened his sunken eyes and looked at Yang Bowen proudly.
Then I took out my mobile phone and ordered white porridge from the porridge shop with the best reviews on the takeout platform.
Yang Bowen was speechless, "Xiao Zhou, I seem to have heard you say that you graduated from a 985 college."
Wake up, this is a genuine fake medicine, priced at 3,000 per pill. People who buy it are not afraid, but people who sell it are trembling.
Xiao Zhou was confused: I graduated in 1985, does it have anything to do with my desire to earn a living?
He was really pushed into a desperate situation. The cancer cells in his body had spread and he was not alive for a few days.
Anyway, the goods will be good in a few days, so give it a try.
Xiao Zhou didn't really think he could get better. He knew rationally that it was absolutely impossible.
Emotionally, I fantasize that there may be hope.
Xiao Zhou's eyes involuntarily turned to Grandma Fang in the next bed.
Damn it, she is actually eating fruit?
Uncle Yang shook his hands and fed the peeled oranges into his old wife's mouth, piece by piece.
Watching her eat, her face was full of happiness.
Eight thirty, ward round time.
Hurrah, the strongest white-clad heavenly group has made its debut.
Behind them followed a group of interns and trainees, surrounding the entire ward.
Seeing Fang Xiuqin eating, a group of people stared at her closely.
Watching her finish eating oranges, bananas, and a pack of soft pastries suitable for the elderly.
"The old lady has a great appetite." Someone couldn't help but sigh.
"I remember correctly, this is the Department of Gastroenterology... Bed 3 is..." The speaker quickly looked at the patient information.
It was definitely late stage gastric cancer.
When he saw the doctor, Uncle Yang showed off anxiously, "Xiu Qin is fine now. We won't live here anymore. She will come home with me later."
"Grandma Fang is already well?"
"Yes, I have given her the magic medicine - Dali Pill." Uncle Yang was extremely proud.
All the doctors present:…..
Yang Bowen next to him was embarrassed and wanted to dig into a hole in the ground.
The attending doctor: "I understand the anxious mood of the family members, but it is best not to try the so-called folk remedies outside."
In the next few days, under the witness of all the doctors in the Department of Gastroenterology, Fang Xiuqin and Xiao Zhou recovered miraculously.
Every day gets better.
The 5 beds in the ward with the mildest symptoms suddenly deteriorated this morning and died after ineffective rescue efforts.
However, Xiao Zhou, who was in the most serious condition and was notified of death by the doctor, was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a chicken leg in his left hand and an apple in his right hand.
The cheeks are much plumper, which is a huge difference from the skinny and skeleton-like appearance before.
The patients in other wards followed the sharks who smelled the smell of blood and blocked the entrance to the ward.
A man who is so ill that he can't even walk has to be carried by his family members.
A group of people stared at Fang Xiuqin and Xiao Zhou with green eyes like hungry wolves.
Just, it's very scary.
Yang Bowen was startled, "You, what do you want to do?"
With a plop, the person at the front knelt down firmly on the ground, "Can you give me a share of your medicine?"
