"Grandpa!" Song Ci was startled and quickly trotted towards his grandfather.
Han Ao Yu fell to the ground, grabbed the tree trunk behind him, and struggled to kneel down.
Seeing Song Ci running towards him, Han Ao Yu was startled and quickly yelled at her, "Song girl, be careful, don't run, I can get up by myself." Song girl must not get into trouble, because she has two little babies in her belly.
Song Ci was relieved when she saw that Han Ao Yu could still yell at people.
She stopped running, held her big belly, and walked over quickly.
When Han Aoyu fell, his head hit the thick trunk of the Podocarpus tree behind him. He knelt on the ground, rubbed the back of his head, and said to Song Ci, "Look at the back of my head. Is there a bump?"
Song Ci pulled aside the old man's slightly gray hair, took a closer look, and then shook his head and said, "It looks like there's nothing. Grandpa, how are you feeling now? Do you have a headache?"
Han Aoyu touched the back of his head again before saying, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Ci stretched out her hand towards Han Aoyu and said, "Come, Grandpa, let me help you up."
"No, the old man fell and has to get up on his own."
This is common sense, and Song Ci usually remembers it, but she panicked when she saw her grandfather fall and forgot about it.
Song Ci withdrew his hand and watched the old man holding the Podocarpus tree and slowly standing up.
Han Aoyu stretched out his legs and shook them, teasing himself: "Hey, I didn't twist my ankle, I can still walk!"
"Grandpa, you should go sit down and rest for a while."
Song Ci supported Han Aoyu's arm and led him towards the chair.
Zhong Buhui came over with tea in his hand and said, "Song girl, what did you call me just now?"
Song Ci ignored Han Aoyu's pleading look and told Zhong Buhui: "Grandpa fell just now and I was scared."
"Really?"
Zhong Buhui's expression also changed.
He quickly put down his teacup, walked up to Han Aoyu, looked him up and down for many times, and then asked him, "Old man, are you feeling unwell?"
Han Aoyu shook his head, "It's okay, I can handle falls."
"You're not a rock, you can't fall!" Zhong Buhui asked Song Ci, "Did you get hurt, old man?"
Song Ci said, "It seems like he hit his head. Uncle Zhong, can you check if there's a bump on the back of Grandpa's head? When I looked just now, it was just a little red."
Zhong Buhui pulled the old man's hair aside, took a look, and said, "There really is a small bump."
"No, we have to go to the hospital!" said Song Ci.
Zhong Buhui also agrees with Song Ci's approach.
"Grandpa, let's go to the hospital for a check-up."
Han Aoyu waved his hand and said, "I'm old, why should I check? If there is something wrong, it will be difficult to treat. When you get old, you have to accept your age."
Han Ao Yu soon became full of energy and even ate half a bowl of rice in the evening.
When Han Zhan came back in the evening, Song Ci took a bath and told him about this. "Grandpa fell in the vegetable garden this afternoon and hit his head on a Podocarpus, which caused a small bump. Uncle Zhong and I asked him to go to the hospital, but he refused to listen."
"Brother Han, can you take a rest tomorrow morning and take Grandpa to the hospital for a checkup? The head is not like other places. If there is a bruise, it will be troublesome."
Han Zhan was shocked by the news.
"Did you hit your head?"
"Yeah. Grandpa was planting potatoes at the time, so he might have been a little anxious when he got up."
Han Zhan's face darkened, and he said helplessly, "He also drank secretly. I really don't know what to say to him."
Han Zhan put on his coat and went downstairs in his slippers.
He went to the first floor and knocked on Han Ao Yu's door.
Han Ao Yu has fallen asleep.
Han Zhan pushed open the door.
He walked closer to the bed and listened to Han Aoyu's regular snoring, feeling a bit amused and helpless. "Grandpa, stop pretending. I know you're awake."
Old people don’t sleep much at night, so it’s not easy for them to fall asleep.
Han Ao Yu felt a little embarrassed when Han Zhan saw through his disguise.
He opened his eyes, stared at Han Zhan, and asked him: "What are you doing? Are you here to laugh at me or to teach me a lesson?"
Han Zhan snorted coldly, "Isn't it my duty to teach you a lesson? I told you not to drink, but you drank secretly!" Today, when Han Zhan went to check the wine box, he discovered that the mark on the box had been touched by someone.
There is no doubt that grandpa must have been drinking secretly again this morning.
Han Aoyu chuckled and said, "You little bastard, have you forgotten how I raised you with all my heart? Now, when I want to drink some wine, you're as cautious as a thief."
Han Aoyu spoke in anger. "Grandson, grandson, it turns out we are not close."
He felt wronged. He had no other bad habits at an old age, just a love of wine. Han Aoyu was not an alcoholic, and never let himself get drunk. He always had a couple of drinks.
But Han Zhan took care of him, just like taking care of a child, very strictly.
Han Zhan was too lazy to argue with Han Aoyu. He said, "After dinner tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup. You've got a bump on your face, so you have to go."
Han Aoyu couldn't refuse what Han Zhan had decided.
Han Ao Yu himself felt guilty about falling today, and the old man felt even more guilty when he thought about delaying Han Zhan's work time tomorrow.
Seeing his grandfather's cooperation, Han Zhan's expression brightened up.
Staring at Han Aoyu's legs hidden under the quilt, Han Zhan frowned and asked with concern: "Grandpa, besides the head, are there any other injuries?"
Han Aoyu snorted and whispered, "My butt seems to be bruised. It hurts when I sit down."
Han Zhan: "..."
He went to the shelf, took out a bottle of medicine and returned to the room.
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