Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"My dears, does anyone know what happened?"

Yang Ruihua was pulled by Yan Bugui, staring at Yi Zhonghai angrily. Yan Bugui had a gloomy expression and said nothing, perhaps he was choosing his words.

"Master Yi, it's like this..."

The enthusiastic people who came to watch the fun recounted what happened in the morning.

"Yan Bugui, just wait for me. You'd better pray that Guihua is okay, otherwise, hmph."

Yi Zhonghai pushed through the crowd and ran home in a hurry.

"Old Yi, you..."

Yan Bugui was dumbfounded. The development of things was once again beyond his expectations.

"Boss, why didn't you tell me that Guihua had a heart attack?"

Yang Ruihua stopped crying and making a fuss. She had just wanted to give Yi Zhonghai a warning and then ask for some compensation. But she never expected that this time she would most likely have to give compensation to others.

"I...I forgot because I was in such a hurry."

Yan Bugui was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the yard, like an ant on hot pan.

"Lao Yi, Lao Yi, is my sister-in-law okay?"

With the support of Yi Zhonghai, Tan Guihua walked over from the central courtyard. Yi Zhonghai was holding a cloth bag in his other hand, and it was obvious that they were going to the hospital.

"Yan Bugui, please move out of the way. Don't block the road."

Yi Zhonghai had quite a lot of strength in his hands, and Yan Bugui was almost pushed to his knees when he was caught off guard. Fortunately, Yang Ruihua was quick to support him, so he was not pushed down.

"It's over, it's over. I don't know how much money I have to pay now."

Watching the receding backs of Yi Zhonghai and his wife, Yan Bugui felt very sad. Needless to say, all the expenses for examination, medication and hospitalization would probably be charged to their family.

"Boss, no way, Yi Zhonghai dares to ask us to pay money? Everyone in this hospital knows that Tan Guihua has a heart disease."

"Yes, because everyone knows that she has a heart disease, the money will definitely fall on us. Now I just don't know how much it will cost?"

"Why?"

"Just one sentence from Jie Cheng gave the man a heart attack. I heard that Comrade Zhang from the police station was also present, as well as many of the neighbors in this compound. No matter how far this lawsuit goes, we will have to pay compensation."

"Don't worry, Boss. The inspection won't cost much."

"hehe."

Yan Bugui hunched over and slowly returned to his door, folded his arms, raised his head and closed his eyes. A tear quietly flowed from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. Yan Bugui subconsciously licked his lips, which tasted a little salty and more bitter.

"Boss, don't scare me."

Yang Ruihua shook Yan Bugui, but got no response.

"What happened to Yan Laokou?"

"Hey, what's wrong? I'm scared."

"Who scared you?"

"Who else could it be? Tan Guihua. After all, Tan Guihua's illness is closely related to Yan Jiecheng."

"No way, Yan Jiecheng said something."

"This sentence is enough. It's enough for the Yan family to pay compensation."

"Tan Guihua has to go to the hospital for checkups every year for heart disease. I heard that it costs a lot of money every time."

"I heard that the equipment they use is purchased from abroad, and the medicines they take are all imported."

"Who did you listen to?"

"Of course I heard it from Tan Guihua."

"Do you think Yi Zhonghai will really ask the Yan family to pay compensation?"

"It's hard to say. If it happened to me, I would definitely ask them to compensate me."

"You're right. I've finally caught the victim. I must get my money back."

"Yes, it depends on how ruthless Yi Zhonghai is."

"this...."

The people who were watching the commotion dispersed, and Yang Ruihua staggered back to the house.

Only Yan Bugui was left, sitting there silently. He was waiting, waiting for Yi Zhonghai to come back from the hospital. He was also praying in his heart, praying that Yi Zhonghai would show mercy for the sake of their long-time neighbors.

Time passes quickly, but also slowly. Now Yan Bugui feels that time is very slow, so slow that he is getting a little anxious.

The people in the courtyard also felt that it was slow, so slow that they became impatient and wanted to watch the excitement.

"Yan Bugui"

At around eleven o'clock, Yi Zhonghai returned from the hospital alone with an angry look on his face and a bill in his hand.

Just this one sound woke Yan Bugui up.

It also alarmed those who wanted to watch the fun.

"Old...Old Yi, is my sister-in-law okay?"

Yan Bugui "struggled" to get up and asked cautiously, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Yan Bugui, don't accuse me of cheating you. This is the hospital's billing list. Take a look for yourself."

Yan Bugui's hands were shaking when he took the list.

"What? Two hundred?"

When he saw the amount clearly, Yan Bugui's hands stopped shaking. He looked at it over and over again. He really wanted to make sure that he had seen an extra zero.

Yi Zhonghai said coldly: "This is only the initial treatment fee. I don't know how much time and money will be needed later."

"Old Yi, look at how much I'd be worth if you sold me off, right?"

Yan Bugui really wanted to tear up the list in his hand, but after thinking about it, he held back, because Yi Zhonghai could get a prescription from the hospital at any time.

Yi Zhonghai said coldly: "Yan Bugui, you can pinch it. There is no meat, it is worthless."

"Old Yi, how about this? I'll adopt Xie Cheng to you, and change his last name. What do you think?"

Yan Bugui sat in front of the door and thought for nearly an hour, and came up with this idea. He didn't want a waste like Yan Jiecheng anymore, and the best outcome would be to sell him to Yi Zhonghai, so he wouldn't have to lose money.

"Old Yan, let me tell you this. If I, Yi Zhonghai, had a son like Yan Jiecheng, I might as well just die."

"Old Yi, you're going too far. Although Jie Ben is not a big deal, he is obedient. Isn't that what you want?"

"Hehe, Old Yan, now we have figured it out. When it comes to retirement, no one can be relied upon. We don't expect others to provide for us. When the day comes when we can't walk anymore, we will just drink rat poison and be done with it."

"You...you are so cruel."

"Yan Bugui, just tell me whether you will give me the money or not?"

"Old Yi, you know my family's situation, I really can't give it to you."

"Okay, let's go to the police station."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai stopped talking nonsense, snatched the list, and pulled Yan Bugui towards the door.

"Yi Zhonghai, are you going to force us to death?"

Yang Ruihua ran out with a kitchen knife in her hand. She heard it clearly in the house. Two hundred yuan was like asking for their lives.

"What? You want to chop me?"

Yi Zhonghai stopped and looked at Yang Ruihua coldly.

"No, no, no, I'm in the kitchen, cooking."

Yang Ruihua was so nervous that his hands were shaking as he held the knife. Not to mention threatening others with the knife, he would be lucky if he didn't chop himself down.

"Ugh!"

Yan Bugui sighed, after all he couldn't rely on Yang Ruihua.

"Lao Yi, let's discuss this."

"Discuss? Let's go to the police station to discuss it."

"Don't pull me."

"I'm pulling you."

The two of them pulled each other and walked out of the courtyard, followed by neighbors who came to watch the fun.