Old Master Bai stroked his beard. "So that's how it is. I thought you stayed at the guesthouse yesterday."
“That won’t do. Our captain has training this morning, and he has responsibilities!” Xiao Zhang said respectfully. “Thank you for treating our captain’s arm. I’ll thank you on behalf of everyone.”
Grandpa Bai laughed heartily, "This child is amusing."
Xiao Zhang chuckled and scratched his head; he also found the old man amusing.
It turns out the person who treated the team leader was quite old, and he looked like a wise and venerable old man in a traditional Chinese jacket.
Lu Zhixia went inside, lit the stove, and started cooking spicy hot pot, though the portion wasn't as large as when she cooked it at home.
As for the main dish, just add some noodles to the mala tang (spicy hot pot), that's all.
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Hospital.
Song Weidong stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at his mother, whose mouth and eyes were crooked. The old lady raised her right hand, which trembled uncontrollably, and her body could only lie curled up.
Saliva was drooling from his mouth, which looked extremely disgusting.
The caregiver next to them was cleaning up; the floor was covered with the old lady's hospital gowns and sheets that she had changed out of.
Fortunately, he was in the hospital; otherwise, having them handle all this would have given him a terrible headache.
The attending physician said, "Your mother's condition won't improve. Going back home will just mean enduring the days. Try your best to take care of her!"
"Isn't there a cure?" Song Weidong felt extremely distressed, and even darkly thought that he should just let his mother leave.
"Currently, there doesn't seem to be any specific treatment. This disease just involves the body slowly failing." The attending physician felt that the family was a bit hard to explain, so he said, "I have other patients to attend to, so I'll go first."
"Okay, thank you, doctor," Song Weidong said respectfully.
The doctor turned and left, leaving only the few of them in the room.
Song Weidong turned to his sister and said, "From now on, you'll be responsible for bringing Mom her meals every day and feeding her. There will be a caregiver to take care of her, but you can help out with that."
Song Lingling nodded to indicate that she understood, and she dared not disobey her brother again.
Song Weidong looked at Chen Jianing, "I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to find a nanny, so everything at home depends on you. You're all I have now, so you have to help me!"
Chen Jianing frowned. "If you don't have time to find a nanny, I can. You can just pay me. There are so many things to do at home; I can't manage them all by myself."
"I believe you can do it. Once I'm done with things at the factory, I'll find a nanny. I promise you won't be tired." Song Weidong started making empty promises again; he knew women were susceptible to this.
Chen Jianing, however, felt his words were unreliable and considered going home for a visit, so she said tactfully,
"Logically speaking, I should help you now that your family is in such a mess, but I want to go home."
Song Weidong's expression changed slightly, but he quickly put on a smile.
"Then go back, and come back whenever you want."
"I'm just going back to take a look."
Chen Jianing noticed the man's expression change and thought to herself, "Is this scoundrel trying to trick me?"
No way!
Lying in bed, Cao Guifen couldn't speak. Her mind was sometimes confused and sometimes clear. She knew she was finished.
During the daytime examination, the doctor said that if she takes good care of herself, she won't fully recover, but she also won't relapse so quickly.
She was filled with regret at that moment; she was almost able to stand up.
Lu Zhixia had been giving her acupuncture for many years, and recovery was just around the corner, but her son ruined it all.
She blamed all of this on her son!
She made "ah ah" sounds, as if she wanted to curse.
Song Weidong glanced at his elderly mother on the bed, then turned to them and said,
"Let's go home now."
To him, a useless person is simply useless.
He couldn't bring himself to kill the elderly, but he wouldn't be as devoted as before.
Cao Guifen watched helplessly as her son and the others left, tears welling up in her eyes.
She regretted it!
The caregiver next to her shook his head, wiped the old lady's face with a dirty towel, and then turned and left with the basin.
She'd seen this kind of thing countless times; a person's carefree life only lasts a few decades.
Once you become immobile, it's just a matter of living day by day until life is completely over...
Lu Zhixia served the hot pot she had made to her grandfather. It contained a lot of sesame paste and smelled especially delicious.
Looking at the bowl of noodles that wasn't quite noodles, and the vegetables that weren't quite vegetables, Old Master Bai took a bite with his chopsticks, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"It tastes good, quite delicious, and most importantly, it's very fragrant. How much sesame paste did you put in it? This stuff is expensive and hard to find!"
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