Chapter 9 Don't let things get out of control
Besides working, the villagers' biggest form of entertainment is watching television programs at the village chief's house.
Live performances like these are always rare and spectacular sights.
Almost everyone in the village gathered around when they heard the news.
So today, a performance troupe came to the village doctor's place, which immediately attracted a lot of people to watch.
It was bustling and crowded with people.
Everyone was smiling and laughing, no one expected that someone would be seriously injured and need treatment at this time, and naturally no one noticed Shen Cuifen's pale face.
No wonder Old Lady Zhao was crying so loudly, her voice was already hoarse, but still no one came over.
Shen Cuifen stood outside the crowd, frowning as she recalled the cause of the incident.
It turns out that this story begins on the day Old Zhang suddenly passed away.
While he was alive, the children ignored him.
But now, as soon as Old Zhang closed his eyes, they all jumped out and held a grand funeral.
This event was even more lively than a wedding.
There was gonging and drumming in the courtyard, and lion dancing was going on.
The audience was packed with people who had come to watch the spectacle, their faces beaming with smiles, some even chatting and commenting on the plot.
The adults in the village all said it was a happy funeral.
That's truly heartbreaking when a parent outlives their child.
It is actually a comforting thing for an elderly person to pass away peacefully.
They also praised the children for being sensible and filial.
The old and young men on the street were all talking about how this family's child was "conscientious" and a role model.
But what is the reality?
In reality, Old Zhang died alone at home.
There's no one to keep me company.
If it weren't for Shen Cuifen visiting him that day...
His body probably won't be discovered so soon.
His children all work in the county town and have long since moved out to live elsewhere.
The old house is empty.
He was left alone, an elderly man in his eighties.
Perhaps it's because she looks a bit like Shen Cuifen's own father.
Moreover, he had helped her a few times before, and Shen Cuifen, remembering their past friendship, would always make time to visit him.
Sometimes I bring some food, sometimes I buy some fruit.
When they found him lying in the east corner of the yard, he was already stiff.
His face was up, his eyes were open, and his lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
At that moment, Shen Cuifen almost couldn't stand up, and a dull pain shot through her chest.
Recalling that experience, Shen Cuifen sighed softly as she continued walking towards the clinic, holding Lu Xiuwei's small hand.
If only she had noticed sooner...
If someone could come and look after Old Zhang regularly...
Perhaps the outcome would be different now.
It turns out that God had already warned him, perhaps it was that time when he sat in the courtyard, staring blankly into the distance.
But at that time, she didn't notice anything unusual at all.
Old Zhang's wife passed away when he was young.
He was left to raise his six children alone with great difficulty.
She never remarried, remained a widow for half her life, and ended up with no one to rely on in her old age.
There were originally a few relatives in the village, but they have all gradually moved away or passed away.
It's so heartbreaking that I'm speechless.
When Shen Cuifen first learned of Old Zhang's passing, she genuinely thought it was a "happy funeral."
I heard that he fell asleep in the sun in the yard and never woke up again, thinking that was a painless way to say goodbye.
But after that day, those ideas were shattered.
From that moment on, only one thought remained in Shen Cuifen's mind:
"To hell with a joyous funeral!"
Because Old Zhang may very well have been slowly dying while still conscious.
What does it feel like to experience limb weakness and gradually blurred vision?
No one could have imagined it.
now.
Dr. Chen stood in front of the clinic, peering at the crowd.
Upon seeing Shen Cuifen arrive, he greeted her with a smile: "You've come to see the lion dance too?"
Dr. Chen was an educated youth who came from Shanghai.
After arriving in Daqiao Village, fate led her to meet the man she loved.
From then on, he decided to stay and settle down in this remote mountain village.
"Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen! My mom has a head injury, please take a look at her quickly!"
Lu Xiuwei's face was covered in tears.
As soon as Dr. Chen heard her shout, his expression changed immediately.
After hearing her explain the details, her smiling face instantly turned serious.
Without a word of delay, she quickly ushered the mother and daughter into the consultation room.
He lifted the hair covering the wound and examined it carefully.
Dr. Chen's expression immediately changed, and he couldn't help but gasp in shock:
"Ouch! Auntie, did your husband do this? If you ask me, he dared to make Old Zhang carry you down the mountain today, but tomorrow he might be dragging you down on your back. That's way too ruthless!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiuwei's eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled: "Aunt Chen... I'm just worried about my mother."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Don't be afraid, your mother won't die."
Standing beside her, Shen Cuifen held her daughter's hand and gently comforted her.
"Ignore her. What do you mean by carrying me down the mountain? I'm not that easy to fall down."
Dr. Chen glanced at her, his eyes filled with heartache, as if he wanted to say something but swallowed it back.
Although he didn't say anything, his hands didn't stop moving.
She turned and walked quickly to the medicine cabinet.
Soon, scissors, gauze, cotton balls, and medical alcohol were laid out.
"If you guys keep getting beaten like this, it'll end up being a murder sooner or later!"
"This wound needs stitches right now, and to make treatment easier, it's best to cut this patch of hair a little shorter."
Hearing this, Lu Xiuwei wiped away her tears and nodded.
"Okay, whatever you say."
At that moment, a low response came from inside the room.
"Hmm... then let's cut it."
The speaker was Shen Cuifen.
She sat on the wooden stool and agreed.
In fact, she is a regular here.
A more accurate way to put it would be that this family knows this place better than they know the way around.
Whenever any of the three sisters was seriously injured in a beating, they would always be sent here.
If you hit it lightly, just put on a few plasters at home.
If things go wrong, you'll definitely be at Dr. Chen's examination table.
They either bandage it up or put a few painkillers on it.
This time is no exception.
When Shen Cuifen nodded in agreement to have her hair cut and to have stitches done, Dr. Chen did not hesitate any longer and immediately began preparations.
With a sharp snip, the scissors rang out, and a strand of black hair fell to the ground.
Then came the second lock, the third lock...
Before long, the hair that originally reached her shoulders and neck was now piled up around her neck.
Next, Dr. Chen carefully wiped the bloodstains around the wound with a clean cotton ball soaked in iodine.
Clean the blood that has clotted.
A wound about two centimeters deep was clearly visible to everyone.
The wound is located on the right back of the head, near the neck. The edges of the wound are broken and irregular, with the skin and flesh rolled up.
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