Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

The two of them hit it off!

The young man was not happy about it and started pulling the curtain: "Stop pulling, my patient is sleeping."

The old lady was very clever. She immediately asked back: "How can you sleep when there were so many people making noise just now?"

The young man was convinced. The old lady didn't understand what he was saying, so she had to change the subject: "Auntie, your mouth is dry and chapped. Don't you know where to get some water? Come, I'll show you where to go."

The hospital provides kettles. Just turn right after leaving the ward door and you will find the water room, where you can get hot water for free.

However, Old Mrs. Leng didn't know how to use the faucet, and because of the steam rising, she didn't dare to fiddle with it.

The young man was quite good. He taught me step by step and even helped carry the kettle into the ward.

Then, a new problem arose: the hospital did not provide water cups.

"Nephew, can I borrow your cup or bowl? I'm going to let my son have some water."

Old Mrs. Leng followed her to the curtain next door and asked for the money.

"Borrow a bowl?" The young man was shocked. In this day and age, is there anyone who can borrow a bowl or a cup? "You, please ask the nurse for a disposable paper cup."

I'm convinced. I won't dare to show off and come near him anymore.

The old lady even muttered: "City people are so stingy..."

She was relatively calm in the ward, but she didn't dare to take a step outside. Just now, someone was leading the way so she wouldn't get lost. But now, she looked at the nurses' station six or seven meters away on the left, and then at the door of the ward where she was standing. All the wards looked the same. What would she do if she couldn't find her way after she went in?

How about just bear with it? My son didn’t say he was thirsty…

The corridors are brightly lit, so you don't have to worry about wasting electricity even in broad daylight.

From time to time, music would be played and an electronic voice would announce the patient's bed number. Nurses in pink clothes would hurriedly walk by carrying a tray or pushing a white cart.

The old lady didn't say anything in the end, and the nurses didn't take the initiative to talk to her.

Yes, there was a young nurse holding a record clip and a mobile phone and ran downstairs. When she came back, she brought someone familiar to the old lady.

"Oh, Secretary Ma, you're here!" The old lady almost burst into tears.

Secretary Ma of Ma Liu Village looked unhappy. He had to clean up the mess of the troublesome villagers every day. He called "120" for Leng Zhiqiang and finally sent the troubled man to the ambulance. However, before he could sit down at home, the hospital called. The young nurse's mouth was "babbling". Secretary Ma had no choice but to run around and ask Mr. Leng for medical expenses. If he didn't have any, he would need Leng Zhiqiang's cell phone.

The old man was very cunning and repeatedly asked Secretary Ma to go to Leng Yanqiu to get the money, but Secretary Ma was not willing to let him do that. After a lot of trouble, he finally got Leng Zhiqiang's phone, got rid of the old man, and drove to the hospital.

Oh my God, it's already troublesome enough to have that mother and child in the hospital, and now an old man is being transported here. Secretary Ma is worried that he will be scolded by the nurse on the phone.

"Here, here's the payment slip. Please hurry up so we can get the medicine."

The young nurse turned around and left, oh my god, she had been delayed from getting off work.

Secretary Ma entered the ward holding the payment receipt. He couldn't hear what old lady Leng was mumbling. The ancestor on the bed was the one he was supposed to serve. He had to use fingerprints to unlock the phone after getting it, right? It was impossible for him to pay on behalf of the owner of the phone.

"Zhiqiang, check your phone." Secretary Ma forced a smile. "You know you need to pay, right? I can pay for you. Do you want to tell me your mobile payment password or transfer the money to me directly? I will go downstairs to pay for you."

"What money?" Leng Zhiqiang, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, didn't want to believe the reality. Didn't he even have his arm hung up? He didn't pay the money at that time.

Secretary Ma silently said in his heart: Don't be angry, don't be angry, if you get angry, no one will replace you. He is the village secretary, the village secretary...

"You have to pay for your hospital stay, examination, treatment, and surgery. Pay 5,000 today." Secretary Ma also had the authority of an official. He said in a cold and decisive tone, "If you don't want to pay, fine, you will be discharged immediately and I will carry you away! I will pay for the money you spent in the hospital first, and I will settle with your family later!"

Old Mrs. Leng immediately burst into tears, pressed Secretary Ma's wrist, and her lips trembled.

Leng Zhiqiang had no time to think carefully about countermeasures and could only fight hastily.

"My injuries were caused by that evil girl. Go ask her for money!"

"That's your Leng family's own business, I have no right to interfere! Discharge from the hospital!" Secretary Ma went straight to lift the quilt. The old lady's hands pressed down her tears, but it didn't move the heart of the straight man at all.

Leng Zhiqiang's body shrank, and the pain suddenly intensified. His voice was filled with grievance: "My bones are broken! Are you asking me to leave the hospital to make me die of pain?"

"Wuwuwu——" the old lady sobbed. What a tragic scene in the world.

The two patients in the same room and their caregivers were completely silent, but they were definitely all pricked up their ears to listen to gossip. How sympathetic!

Secretary Ma was very impatient: "Leng Zhiqiang, do you want me to tell you what happened before you went to Hai City? Didn't Ding Guihua also break her leg at home and not send her to the hospital? Didn't you say 'it won't hurt to death'?"

What a big melon! The green cloth curtain trembled, half of the body stretched out, then retracted.

Leng Zhiqiang screamed when Secretary Ma's fingers touched his injured leg: "I'll pay! I'll pay!"

He is injured now, so he has to bear with it for now. He can settle the accounts one by one after he recovers. He won't lose out!

He was unwilling to give up. When he was preparing to verify the fingerprint, Leng Zhiqiang said that he had to verify the fingerprint of his right thumb. Now, it was all swollen and bandaged!

Secretary Ma was so angry that he laughed, and asked two words: "Password?"

"forget--"

Secretary Ma reached for his injured leg again.

The word "remember" was quickly swallowed back into his stomach: "Six zeros."

"You have always deserved a beating since you were a child!" Secretary Ma immediately verified it, turned on the phone with "six zeros", transferred ten yuan with "six zeros", and it was successful.

What about the trust that we have developed since we were little?

He transferred the ten yuan back, showed the page on his mobile phone, and went out to pay the bill.

Old Mrs. Leng licked her dry lips and comforted her son: "When we get home, Mom will ask Qiu'er for money. If she is lenient, just talk to her nicely. Don't hit her next time..."

"Stop making noise!" Leng Zhiqiang moved his upper body in frustration. Everything went wrong when he returned home this time. It would take a hundred days for his broken bones to heal. What about his son in Hai City?

The original plan was perfect, but it was ruined because of that evil girl.

The evil girl was quite comfortable at the moment. The people in the village were eating melons like crazy, and there was a little excitement outside the courtyard from time to time. The lights in the courtyard were bright. Master Wu decided to work overtime until 8 pm today. At 6 pm, he arranged for someone to buy a foam box of sesame cakes with eggs. Leng Yanqiu only needed to prepare water. She brewed the small bag of green tea given by the supermarket before, and picked a few blooming jasmine flowers and threw them in.

This jasmine plant had originally withered in a half-broken ceramic pot under the windowsill of the main room. When I noticed it, new branches had grown on one side, and the roots were diagonally inserted into the soil. In the past few days, more than a dozen small flowers have bloomed, with a faint fragrance in the air.