"You piece of trash, you dare to run a clinic? Useless, utterly useless—"

The doctor dodged in time and was not hit.

"Yuanqing, Yuanmao, get them out of here!" The doctor was so angry that his face turned ashen. He ordered the apprentices at the clinic to drive the Song mother and son out.

He Tian is unable to walk; he only has one leg. If he still had his arm, he could barely hop around with the help of a cane.

But he had no feeling in his arms, and was no different from a mentally active person in a vegetative state; he couldn't even get out of bed.

The apprentices at the clinic lifted He Tian onto a wooden cart and pushed him out in one swift motion.

The wooden cart crashed straight into the wall and overturned.

He Tian also rolled to the ground.

He was in a very sorry state.

With relieved smiles, the apprentices patted their hands and sleeves that had just touched He Tian's body, gave him a disdainful look, and then returned to the clinic, closed the door, and stopped operating.

Enraged, Song cursed under her breath. With difficulty, she helped her son up and, with the help of passersby, lifted him onto a wooden cart, preparing to take him to the next clinic for further treatment.

The person just left.

The clinic doors opened.

The two apprentices had just glanced longingly at the mother and child's retreating figures.

I was afraid they would suddenly come back.

Mrs. Song pushed the wooden cart, walking and walking.

I visited every clinic in Shuangqiao Town.

No one could cure her son.

There was even a quack doctor who suggested cutting off He Tian's arms and legs, since he had lost all feeling and was useless and in the way.

He Tian was so angry that he started cursing loudly.

“My son, let it go. Let me push you back home. Since it can’t be cured, let’s stop. We don’t have much money left. Let’s save it to raise the child. Your child is in my belly. It’s good that we have a descendant. I’m not afraid of having no face to see your father. When my eldest grandson is born, I will raise him well and let him take the imperial examination. We will definitely turn our lives around.”

Song pushed the wooden cart, seemingly talking to He Tian.

In fact, her eyes never looked at He Tian.

It was as if he was talking to himself.

There were only seven taels of silver left in the house.

The money spent on food and medical treatment quickly consumed a year's rent.

Even if we live frugally, the remaining money won't last until our grandson grows up.

Song was filled with sorrow.

Her son is disabled, her daughter is heavily pregnant, and she herself has suffered from overwork in the past few years, coupled with the hardships she endured recently, making her look ten years older. The whole family is old, weak, and disabled.

There isn't even a single able-bodied laborer.

Song regretted it.

If I had known, I wouldn't have divorced Bai Ruixue.

This way, they can force her to go out and earn money to support them. Now things are much better.

I'm all alone at home.

"Sigh..." Madam Song sighed.

Jiao'er, relying on the fact that she was carrying the only son of the He family, lay in bed every day waiting for her to serve her. If she said anything harsh, Jiao'er would threaten to beat the child to death.

The Song family was afraid.

All we could do was humbly and respectfully support her.

It's like serving ancestors.

Whose mother-in-law is worse off than hers...?

"My son, my heart is breaking. Tell me, if you hadn't caused all that trouble back then, would our family be in this state now? In the end, you trusted others too much. They were just classmates, no relatives or friends. Why should they help you make money? Humph, your cronies are probably living off our money, eating, drinking, and having fun. They're living a carefree life, and what about you? Look at yourself now, it's all his fault!"

Song's words were like splashing chili water on He Tian's wound.

The hatred in his heart burned like fire. He Tian gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and the resentment in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Wang Gui!!"

I'm going to kill you!!

"I won't let you get away with this, Wang Gui, ahhh!!"

He Tian raised his head, shouting that he would kill Wang Gui.

“Your arm is useless, what will you use to kill? Son, stop making a fuss, I’m really tired. Please, just beg you, be quiet and peaceful, okay? Stop arguing, people on the street think you’re crazy. Come on, I’ll push you home.”

Seeing their son acting so erratically, and the passersby staring at them as if they were idiots.

Song's face flushed.

She gripped the handles of the wooden cart tightly and pushed forward with all her might.

As a result, the wooden carts became much faster.

Less than fifteen minutes.

We're almost home.

The gate was locked.

Song knocked on the door a few times and shouted loudly inside.

"Knock knock knock, my darling, my darling—"

"Knock knock knock, come out quickly and help carry Xiaotian back into the house. Mother can't carry him by herself."

Although He Tian was as thin as a dried-up human body, men's frames are generally heavier than women's.

Song, who had also lost a lot of weight, couldn't lift it at all.

"oh."

Jiao'er readily agreed, but dawdled when getting out of bed.

Song urged her three times.

She then pushed open the door.

Song was about to lose her temper.

Because of her pregnancy, we had no choice but to endure it.

Therefore, his complexion was not very good.

But Jiao'er didn't care. She was living a very comfortable life. Her mother-in-law cooked the meals, and she just had to eat. She didn't have to do any housework. The people she used to have to please every day were now serving her. Jiao'er originally wanted to abort the child and remarry.

Thinking about it now.

It's better to stay at the He family's place for now, since the Song family still has money.

That should be enough for her to live for two or three years.

Jiao'er slowly walked to the wooden cart and, together with Song, pushed the cart into the house. She lifted He Tian's legs, while Song carried his upper body.

Only then did they put He Tian on the bed.

As for the wooden cart, it was borrowed from a neighbor. The house was too small, and there was nowhere to put the cart after it came in. So Song pushed the cart out again. Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and came back to ask for an egg and put it in her pocket.

Use people and things.

Naturally, we should offer some benefits.

Otherwise, why would anyone help you?

Previously, living in a narrow alley, the Song family was extremely stingy, which caused the He family to have a poor relationship with their neighbors. Otherwise, why would no one help them when the thugs came knocking?

"A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," said the Song family, ever since they moved here.

I learned how to get along with my neighbors.

"Sister Chen, this is your wooden cart. I've already used it. Thank you so much. If it weren't for your cart, I don't know how I would get my son to the clinic. Here, take this egg home and cook it for your grandson to help him recover."

Song pushed the wooden cart to the Jiang family's door.

This place is considered a slum in Shuangqiao Town.

The alley was inhabited by poor families.

Some homes are so poor that they are drafty, so they are not afraid of attracting thieves, and therefore most homes have their doors wide open.

The Jiang family was no exception.

While thanking her, Ms. Song took an egg out of her pocket and handed it to her.

"Oh, Sister Song, you're too kind. These eggs are so precious. No, no, you should save them for your son. Your daughter-in-law is pregnant, isn't she? She needs to nourish herself. By the way, yesterday morning, I saw your concubine leaving with her bundle. Where did she go? She's just a lowly concubine, like a maid. If she doesn't obey, she'll be sold off."