Fu Wan settled the bill for Fu Laoda and Fu Ming at the payment window.
The money left by the navy hadn't actually been used up yet, so Fu Wan insisted on paying the expenses with her own money and asked the hospital to see if they could return the money to the military.
Or it could be left to the next person who can't afford treatment, which would be a continuation of the family tradition.
After settling the bill, Fu Wan and the others said goodbye to Bai Qianzhou, thanked the other doctors, and then went to the state-run restaurant next door.
Fu Laoda had been lying in bed for more than half a month, and he was unsteady on his feet. Fu Wan held him firmly with both hands, while Fu Ming used a thick tree branch as a crutch.
The three entered the state-run restaurant, and before they could even order, Fu San walked in.
He spotted Fu Wan and the other two at a glance. Since Fu Wan's back was to him, he assumed they were just passersby sharing a table.
"Ah Wan, I've finally found you. Hurry up and eat, and after you finish, I'll take you to find someone to buy pearls."
When he delivered the seafood from his car to the restaurant, he asked around among the restaurant owners and found out about a place that collects pearls.
Fu Wan nodded, then ran to the front to order. Fu San followed, and after Fu Wan finished ordering, he took out the money.
"I'll pay!"
Fu Wan couldn't let him pay; there were three of them eating, while Fu San was all alone.
"Third Uncle, let me invite you!"
Whether Fu San took them to the county today or Fu San found them a buyer for the pearls, she was determined to treat them to this meal.
Fu San was about to refuse her, but Fu Wan whispered to him again, "Third Uncle, I said I'm treating, and that's final. Look at who's at that table over there; this meal is on me!"
Fu San was somewhat confused and looked in the direction Fu Wan pointed.
I was shocked when I looked!
Good heavens, isn't that his older brother?
Good heavens! In broad daylight, his older brother is sitting right in the middle of a crowd. He'll be sunburned to death!
“Ah Wan, why did your father come up here… In broad daylight, isn’t it almost the Ghost Festival and we should burn some paper money for him?”
Fu San pulled Fu Wan aside to say this. Tomorrow is the Seventh Festival, and his older brother might have come up here because he was short of money.
Fu Wan was amused by him, "Third Uncle, my father is not dead, we ran into him at the county hospital!"
"That's why I said I had to treat you to this meal. If you hadn't brought us to this county, we would never have met my father!"
Fu San realized that Fu Wan didn't seem to be lying to him, and that's when he came to his senses.
"Oh my God! My elder brother has come back to life! It's truly thanks to the blessings of our ancestors and the goddess Mazu!"
Superstition is unacceptable, but at this point, there's no other way to explain such a bizarre event except through Fu San.
The fact that people who have accidents at sea can come back alive is surely thanks to the blessings of their ancestors and the goddess Mazu.
Fu San then took some unsteady steps forward and sat down shakily in front of Boss Fu.
Seeing Boss Fu smiling at him, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end. This guy was clearly not a ghost, so why was he smiling so frighteningly?
Old Man Fu is also wronged. He hasn't woken up for more than half a year, so his facial muscles are stiff, and his smile looks a bit forced.
Old Man Fu: (?? ?)
Fu San: ((((；?Д?)))))))
Seeing the two staring at each other, Fu Ming didn't dare to breathe too loudly, only daring to inhale and exhale halfway.
"Dad, please sit inside."
Fu Wan didn't notice the strange atmosphere when she came over, and directly asked Boss Fu to sit down and make room for her.
Boss Fu obediently did as he was told, which left Boss Fu speechless.
His older brother and he have been playing together since they were toddlers; when has he ever been so easy to talk to?
If it were the old Boss Fu, what's wrong with blocking the way? He could have just walked around it himself, couldn't he?
Now? ? ?
Fu San's only thought was: No matter who you are, get off my brother right now.
Of course, he might think that way, but he certainly wouldn't dare to do it.
Fu Laoda looked at his daughter as she went to order food and couldn't help but feel proud.
Such a promising child, and she's his daughter!
"Big brother, how did you survive?"
Fu San finally couldn't hold back and asked the question.
Only then did Boss Fu look at this brother from the clan properly, "I'm not dead!"
Fu San choked, "Fine, I guess my question was a bit flawed."
The waiter has already served the food.
Fu Wan didn't mind spending the money. By now, their city had abolished food coupons, and the state-run restaurants were no longer as prosperous as before due to the opening of surrounding restaurants.
Even the waiters were much more polite.
There were four of them. Fu Wan ordered braised pork, steamed fish, steamed pork with rice flour, green vegetables, and seaweed and pork rib soup.
They also ordered three more bowls of rice.
These dishes together cost more than ten yuan.
Fu Wan was worried that her father hadn't eaten for a long time and his stomach couldn't digest the food, so she got him a bowl of porridge and told him to drink some seaweed soup after he finished it.
As for Fu Ming and Fu San, they were already so full they didn't even look up.
After all, the braised pork at state-run restaurants is guaranteed to be of high quality.
It's tender, flavorful, and not greasy at all.
After the meal, Fu Ming and his father sat in the state-run restaurant waiting, while Fu Wan and Fu San went to find the owner who sold the pearls.
The two walked into an alley, and around the corner was a restaurant with a sign that read: "Antiques and calligraphy, honest and fair to all, young and old."
There is also a large "当" character next to it.
This is still a pawnshop!
Fu San went up and knocked on the shop door. The owner was a middle-aged man, about the same age as Fu's father.
He was half-lying in the chair, dozing off.
"Boss Feng?"
Hearing someone call out, Feng Ji sat up straight and looked at the person who had come.
"Where did you come from? What do you want?"
Fu San smiled and said, "We are friends of Mr. Zhao from Hongyun Seafood Restaurant. We happened to acquire a few items and would like Mr. Feng to take a look at them."
Feng Ji felt quite pleased with these words and took out his reading glasses and put them on.
"What is it? Let me see."
Fu Wan quickly took out a small cloth bag from her pocket and pulled out a few small pearls.
Feng Ji examined it closely with a magnifying glass and finally concluded, "This pearl doesn't look like it came from a pearl oyster; it's from an oyster."
"As expected of you, sir, you have sharp eyes." Fu Wan now believed that the old man was indeed quite capable.
Feng Ji could easily tell they were flattering him, and he hummed in satisfaction, "Considering that Zhao Yu and you guys are nice to talk to, I can give you fifteen yuan a piece."
Fifteen yuan a piece, that's quite a good deal!
Fu Wan emptied the remaining few items from her pocket, saying, "Take a look at these again."
Feng Ji thought there were only a few small ones, but he didn't expect that this girl had hidden a few big ones.
"You're quite cautious, and you're also lucky! These oyster pearls are rare to begin with, and you've gotten so many."
Fu Wan grinned; she was indeed quite lucky.
"Let's make these big ones thirty-five, and the medium ones twenty-five."
The price was right, and Fu Wan nodded without much hesitation.
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