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I went home, cooked a meal and went to the health center. As soon as I got close to the ward, I saw Song Hengjue rushing out: "Doctor!"

Yang Qingheng suddenly had an ominous premonition, dropped his lunch box and rushed over.

Yao Ying was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and her lips were actually a bit whiter than yesterday.

The doctor rolled Yao Ying's eyelids, checked his pulse, and said with a solemn expression: "How is the patient's health recently? Does he have a headache, brain swelling, or vomiting?" He looked at Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue was stunned and murmured for a few seconds.

Yang Qingheng squeezed him away and grabbed the doctor's hand eagerly, crying but with clear logic.

"Yes, she said she had a headache some time ago, and then she prescribed some medicine to Dr. Li, saying that she was worried too much and asked her to relax in the future. There was no vomiting. After taking the medicine, she felt much better when sleeping. But my head still hurts.”

At first, Yao Ying was afraid that she would be worried and insisted that she was fine after taking medicine. However, she discovered it after she got up at night and saw a bright light in Yao Ying's room, and took her to the health center in the next town for treatment.

The doctor looked solemn and sighed: "I think this symptom is not only high blood pressure, but also a bit of cerebral hemorrhage. We don't have any medical equipment in our small place. You'd better send the old man to the hospital for a checkup as soon as possible."

As he said that, he glanced at Song Hengjue with disdain.

A son who doesn't even know the condition of his own mother is really a failure as a son.

She obviously paid great attention to Yao Ying's body, but she still couldn't avoid it.

Yang Qingheng's head buzzed and he almost sat down on the ground.

After wiping the tears from his face, he followed Song Hengjue. After several twists and turns, they finally arrived at the Municipal People's Hospital.

Outside the ward, Yang Qingheng sat blankly on the hospital bench, her fingers digging unconsciously on the edge of the bench. Her nails were already broken and her fingertips were red.

Song Hengjue frowned, quickly grabbed her hand, wiped it clean on his sleeve, looked at it carefully, and his eyebrows twitched.

He patted her thin back, not knowing whether to convince himself or to comfort her: "Mom will be fine."

Yang Qingheng shook off his hand and stared into his eyes, which were so cold that it was terrifying.

Suddenly she slapped him in the face and said hysterically: "Of course you don't care if anything happens to her. You can't find anyone every three days. Where were you when mom wanted to see you? You will only give her money. No matter how much you give her, What’s the point of money? She’s so old, what does she need so much money for? Why isn’t you lying inside? Why isn’t it you?”

She had only been away for one night, and something happened to her mother!

Song Hengjue didn't hide, he just accepted the slap, his eyes were so red that they could bleed, and he let the woman punch and kick him.

The doctor opened the door and came out: "Yao Ying's family."

"Doctor, how is my mother?" Song Hengjue took a quick step.

Faster than him was Yang Qingheng: "Doctor, is my mother okay?"

The doctor looked at the two people for a long time and sighed: "The CT results are out. It's a cerebral hemorrhage. The situation is quite serious. Surgery needs to be performed as soon as possible. However, the operation has been scheduled for three days recently. You can decide for yourself whether to transfer to another hospital or continue to schedule."

After taking a look at the time, he put the pen back into his coat pocket and left.

Yang Qingheng was in a daze. He had a cerebral hemorrhage, so the sooner the better. How could he wait?

Song Hengjue pursed her lips: "Don't be too anxious. Go inside and take care of mom first. I'll figure out the surgery."

Yang Qingheng nodded after realizing it and walked directly into the ward. When she met Yao Ying's eyes, she smiled and approached quickly: "Mom, how do you feel now?"

"It doesn't hurt so much anymore," Yao Ying touched her head and carefully tested, "Qingheng, what kind of illness is mom? Can she still live?"

Yang Qingheng's mouth tightened, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears. He glared at her fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a small operation. It'll be fine after it's done. Then we'll go home together."

"That's good, that's good." Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that she would not die, and held her hand, "Mom has caused trouble for you."

Yang Qingheng shook his head and frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are my mother. How can your things be troublesome? Take good care of yourself."

She screamed "Mama" without any sense of disobedience.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, she really had feelings for this little old lady. Even if she didn't have a relationship with Song Hengjue, she sincerely regarded her as a relative.

Song Hengjue didn't know where to go to find a doctor. He couldn't see anyone until late at night, and didn't rush back until the next morning.

Yang Qingheng hurriedly greeted him, and Song Hengjue nodded: "It will be arranged tomorrow afternoon."

Yang Qingheng's heart finally fell back into her stomach.

Yao Ying got angry when she saw her son and turned her head away. Yang Qingheng was calm and brought him a bowl: "Take it out and wash it. There is still half a box of porridge just now. You can make do with it first."

Song Hengjue followed her out.

The woman was washing a square aluminum lunch box by the sink. Song Hengjue looked at her beautiful and peaceful profile, feeling soft and astringent in his heart, unable to express his exact feelings.