Chapter 97: More Serious Than Me

Seeing that Huang Xiumei didn't say anything, everyone was even more certain that she was guilty.

Finally, the village chief made the final decision: "Alright, stop arguing."

"Even if Qin Lie gets married, Nanzhi has been working like a slave for your family for so many years. You should take her to the hospital. If she can't be cured, you should take good care of her. After all, Nanzhi's father saved your family's life."

Seeing Huang Xiumei wanted to refute, the village chief glared at her and said, "If you can't do this, Qin Lie should not join the army. We in Qinjia Village can't afford to lose this person."

If this happened in someone else's family, the village chief would not force them to go to the hospital. After all, these days there are many poor families who only have one pair of pants for the whole family. But Qin Youliang's family is different. He knows that Qin Lie is a high-ranking officer in the army and has a lot of money.

Huang Xiumei hadn't yet digested the fact that her son had quietly married in the army, and when she heard the village chief's words, she wanted to refute him, but she was afraid of affecting Qin Lie's future, so she could only force a smile and nod in agreement.

"Now take Nanzhi to the county hospital."

The village chief looked at Su Nanzhi's yellow face and slowed down his tone, hoping that God would be more merciful to this poor child.

"But I don't have any money."

Huang Xiumei was not deliberately shirking her responsibility this time, but her family really had no money.

"Alie was injured and hospitalized some time ago, and he spent all the money in the family. Could anyone lend me some money?"

Although everyone felt sympathy, they didn't have any extra money to lend to others, so the people who had been filled with indignation just now immediately shut up.

The village chief's face turned pale. Huang Xiumei said she had no money, and he couldn't just go and look through her cabinets.

Su Nanzhi was not sick to begin with. Although seeing a doctor would cause Huang Xiumei to bleed a little, her ultimate goal was to make Huang Xiumei give her less orders during the time she lived in the Qin family.

Just when she was about to say that she was waiting to die in the Qin family, a male voice rang out from the crowd.

"Aunt Xiumei, isn't your son the deputy battalion commander? A deputy battalion commander earns over 60 yuan a month. How could he be broke?" Gu Poguan said with a puzzled look. "Besides, soldiers get injured and the army provides free medical treatment. How could your family be broke?"

Huang Xiumei didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear and she glared at Gu Poguan fiercely.

A hint of smile flashed across Gu Poguan's eyes, but his face was full of innocence. "Your son is not actually the deputy battalion commander, but just a fireman, right?"

Everyone gasped when they heard Gu Poguan's words.

"Comrade Gu, does the deputy battalion commander really earn over thirty bucks a month?"

Although Huang Xiumei often boasted in the village that Qin Lie was the deputy battalion commander in the army, she was afraid that others would ask them to borrow money, so she never told them how much Qin Lie's salary was.

In addition, there are few people like Qin Lie who can be a deputy battalion commander among the people they know in the surrounding area. The villagers also think that although Qin Lie is an official, his salary may be similar to those who have formal jobs in the county.

A salary of more than ten yuan a month is the maximum I can get.

Gu Poguan nodded, and to prove the truth of his words, he boasted: "My brother is a soldier. When he was the deputy battalion commander, he earned this much."

Auntie Stutter's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Comrade Gu, your brother isn't that old, but he's already become the deputy battalion commander."

Gu Poguan corrected him: "Not deputy battalion commander, now regimental commander."

Su Nanzhi looked at him in surprise. Both of them have the surname Gu, and he is also the head of a group. It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Gu Poguang met her gaze and winked at her.

Su Nanzhi withdrew her gaze. It was probably not the same person she thought. After all, Gu Poguan and Gu Xizhou looked nothing like each other and had completely opposite personalities.

Huang Xiumei felt that she was really unlucky today and nothing went well.

Facing the village chief's sullen face, she tried to explain, "Maybe the salary in each unit is different. My Alie's salary is not that high."

"It's not much different. If your son's salary is too low, you'll have to talk to the organization." Gu Poguan didn't care about Huang Xiumei's murderous gaze at all. He looked at Su Nanzhi with a serious face and said, "Comrade Su, my mother is a doctor. I've been exposed to medicine since I was a child and I know a little bit about it. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look."

Su Nanzhi cared, very much.

It’s not that she was afraid of being caught pretending to be sick, but she always felt that Gu Poguan was a strange person and might do something to her at any time.

But before she could refuse, Gu Poguan had already reached out and took the pulse of her right hand.

Before Su Nanzhi could use her left hand to press against her acupoint to create the illusion of weakness, Gu Poguan had already withdrawn his hand, frowned, and said, "Your pulse..."

Her heart tightened. Could this kid really be able to take a pulse?

The next moment, Gu Poguan shook his head and said, "You'd better prepare for your funeral."

Su Nanzhi: I feel relieved, but also a little unhappy. What’s going on?

A smile flashed across Gu Poguan's eyes, and then he reached out and pried Su Nanzhi's eyes open.

"Yeah, a lot of red blood, thinking too much."

He pinched her cheeks and looked at her tongue. "The tongue coating is white, which means your spleen and stomach are not in good condition."

Su Nanzhi, who had not eaten breakfast and had just pretended to cry, looked at Gu Poguan who was pretending to be more like him than herself, and couldn't help complaining in her heart: I think you are sicker than me.

Not many villagers have been to the hospital for treatment. Seeing Gu Poguan's decent appearance, they actually believed his face.

Gu Poguan withdrew his hand without any guilt and looked at Huang Xiumei, "Aunt Xiumei, taking Comrade Su to the hospital for treatment is a waste of money. It is better to save the money and buy Comrade Su good food and drink. Don't let her have any regrets."

Huang Xiumei finally heard some good news, and her dislike for Gu Poguan because of his talkativeness was reduced a little.

Su Nanzhi was dying, so the medical expenses were saved.

As for eating and drinking well, how much can a seriously ill person eat?