Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

It was just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1957.

The courtyard house is located at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Dongcheng District, Sijiucheng.

As it was getting close to lunchtime, a soprano voice with ghostly howls could be heard from the central courtyard.

"Old Jia, come up quickly and take away these worse-than-pigs-and-dogs who are bullying us!"

“It’s simply impossible to survive!”

"It's so unfair that you all come to bully an old woman like me and my weak grandson."

"You heartless people, why don't you come to help an old woman like me? You are totally heartless."

"…………"

As soon as she regained consciousness, Yang Hehua heard the ear-shaking sound. She was startled and without saying a word, she broke free from the hands that were holding her arms and slapped Jia Zhang, who was rolling on the ground.

Yang Hehua has wanted to give these two slaps for her entire life!

Then he walked to the corner and picked up the little baby who had a broken head and was bleeding a lot, leaving a large stain on the ground. The baby was already in a coma.

She whispered the names of the two little girls who were crying loudly beside the baby and asked them to follow her.

Before leaving, Yang Hehua looked deeply at Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi.

Everyone who saw her gaze was frightened by the strong hatred in her eyes and felt a chill on their backs, as if they were being stared at by a hungry wolf.

Jia Zhang, who was beaten, was so frightened by the look that she couldn't even say a word.

Yi Zhonghai, an old man who was originally called from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill to handle the matter, swallowed the words without even saying them.

This is a child who has just been weaned and learned to walk!

It is said that a child is the life of the mother. He was afraid that if he continued to persuade her, the Lotus Widow would definitely pick up a knife and chop people.

No one moved, watching the backs of Yang Hehua and the other three as they left.

After leaving the corridor of the central courtyard and turning left, Yang Hehua arrived at the east wing of the front yard.

This is her home.

She did not put down the baby in her hand, but held it with one hand, and then took out twenty big unity banknotes, some change and tickets from the place where she hid her money.

After locking the door, he carried the baby and the two little girls out of the courtyard.

At the entrance of the alley, he found a cart with a stroller. After stating his request, he put the baby and two little girls on it and followed the cart to the hospital.

She was worried about leaving the two little girls in this courtyard.

There is no good person in this courtyard at all.

They are either big beasts or small beasts, or some small Karami.

I arrived at the hospital and gave Wobo 5 cents.

Yang Hehua did not forget to hold the unconscious baby in one hand and hold the two little girls with the other.

Although she was anxious, she couldn't cry.

The young nurse at the hospital entrance was waiting for someone. She was very quick-witted and saw the baby who was holding the bleeding wound on the back of Yang Hehua's head and was leaning on Yang Hehua's shoulder and fell into a coma. She immediately rushed over and hugged the baby.

"Doctor, doctor! There's a little baby here who has a cut on the back of his head and is bleeding and unconscious."

The nurse holding the child shouted and rushed to the operating room.

Yang Hehua picked up a little girl in each hand and trotted after them.

The young nurse handed the baby to the doctor in the operating room and came to ask about the situation.

Yang Hehua explained the situation and asked the other party to help her call the police.

The young nurse agreed without hesitation.

After paying the fee, Yang Hehua stood at the door of the operating room with a calm face, holding two little girls who had fallen asleep from crying themselves tired. No one knew what she was thinking deep in her heart.

On the other side, inside the No. 95 courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai's family.

Yi Zhonghai, who was sitting at the table, slammed the table and said, "Oh no, I just forgot to see where the Lotus Widow went with the child!?"

"Where else can she go? To the hospital. She can't just go back to her parents' home with the child."

An old lady was picking the vegetables that she had not yet finished picking. After hearing what her husband said, she responded subconsciously.

She has not forgotten the scene two years ago when Widow Lotus fell out with her family.

"Ah... yes..." Yi Zhonghai seemed to have thought of this matter as well. A widow who had no support from her natal family could be bullied if she was bullied. At worst, when she came back, he could hold a meeting of the whole hospital in the evening and criticize Jia Zhang appropriately.

Anyway, that woman is shameless and doesn't take criticism seriously.

Jia family.

Jia Zhang at the dinner table thought the same.

Qin Huairu, who was eating a steamed bun with pickles in her hand, looked worried: "Mom, this Lotus Widow won't come to cause trouble for us, right?"

After all, it was her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, who brought her six-year-old son Bang Geng to bully other people's twin daughters and a one-and-a-half-year-old baby, and even pushed the baby to the ground and caused him to bleed.

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu glanced at her son Banggeng, who was sitting aside and didn't care about their conversation at all. He was just chewing a steamed bun made of two grains of flour.

Jia Zhang looked nonchalant: "She is a widow without a man to support her, and she has fallen out with her natal family. How could she have the guts to cause trouble for us?"

Although she said so, Jia Zhang felt a little uneasy. She remembered the look in Yang Hehua's eyes before she left.

After hearing this, Qin Huairu shut up.

She was afraid that if she continued talking, her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, would scold her.

Besides, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Don’t they have mother-in-law Jia Zhang and husband Jia Dongxu in their family? If all else fails, they still have uncle Yi Zhonghai.

After lunch, Yi Zhonghai returned to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

He was called out by a child in the courtyard to take care of something and had lunch at home.

Jia Dongxu didn't go home at noon, but ate in the cafeteria.

After all, the food in the cafeteria is better than that at home, and he also knows that his mother is someone who will never suffer any loss.

The other party is a widow, so why should he bother to take such a risk?

This way, they would avoid being accused of bullying the widow’s family.

"Master, are my mother and the others okay?" Jia Dongxu was guarding in the workshop. When he saw his master Yi Zhonghai coming, he quickly handed over the cup of water he had prepared.

Yi Zhonghai was very satisfied with the behavior of his candidate for the elderly care, Jia Dongxu. He took the cup and drank two sips of warm water before speaking: "It's nothing, just a fight between children. Widow Lotus took the child to the hospital. In the evening, hold a general meeting to criticize your mother. You ask your mother to apologize, and this matter should be over."

The fact that a one and a half year old baby who had just learned to walk was pushed down and bleeding by Jia Zhang was defined by Yi Zhonghai as a fight between children.

It is clear that Yi Zhonghai is aiming to make big things small and small things nothing.

But what he never expected was that the variable came from Yang Hehua.

Hospital, outside the operating room.

Yang Hehua and the two little girls waited quietly at the door for about two hours, and finally a middle-aged male doctor came out of the operating room.

"Hello, how is my son doing?" Yang Hehua asked anxiously.

Beside her, there were two male guards who had been waiting for a long time.

The male doctor who came out had a serious look on his face: "Xiao Linsheng's wound on the back of his head is a bit deep. We have already treated it for him and the bleeding has stopped. If he can wake up today or tomorrow, it will be fine. In the later stage, he just needs to slowly recuperate and rest his body.

If he doesn’t wake up within three days, it will be troublesome…”

If the patient does not wake up within a month, he can be directly declared as a vegetative state.

The middle-aged male doctor did not say the latter part of this sentence.

Just now in the operating room, he had basically understood some of the situation of this little baby and her family situation. He even felt some sympathy for the woman in front of him.

Hearing this answer which was exactly the same as in her previous life, Yang Hehua felt completely numb.

He held the two children tightly in his arms, his body limp, and he sat directly on the ground.

(The concept of "vegetative state" was first proposed by Professor Jennett in 1972, which shows that it is a "foreign name". There are two key points in the "vegetative state" commonly mentioned in modern medicine. First, the patient is unconscious, but retains the autonomic regulatory function (circulation, temperature, etc.), and has a sleep-wake cycle; second, it is emphasized that this state is more than 1 month.

I would also like to inform you that the "vegetative state" caused by trauma lasts for 1 year or more; the "vegetative state" caused by other reasons other than trauma lasts for 3 months or more. It is currently called "permanent vegetative state" in medicine, and it is difficult for such patients to wake up.

Here, it is a private setting of the author.)