Having been discovered and with nowhere to retreat, Su Wenli had no choice but to grit her teeth and walk towards the door. As she got closer, the sound of farting reached the ears of those at the door.
Mr. Su stood a little further away. He was the kind of person who, as long as it didn't involve his wife and daughter, could face anything calmly and without batting an eye.
"Wenli, what's wrong with you? You keep farting, and why do your farts smell so bad?" Boss Su asked her, pinching his nose. Old Mrs. Su, standing next to him, also covered her mouth and nose and nodded.
Su Wenli felt embarrassed at school, but she didn't expect that her father and grandmother would embarrass her again when she got home.
Feeling increasingly aggrieved, she burst into tears. Old Mrs. Su rushed to comfort her, and Old Man Su also tried to console her. No one paid any attention to whether Old Man Su, lying on the cart, lived or died.
Should we take her to the hospital? No, I'm going back to work. Father Su was truly exasperated. One was lying there, her life hanging in the balance, and nobody cared. The other was lively and energetic; you'd think she was the one dying.
Awakened by their father's voice, the three—Old Mrs. Su and the eldest son—remembered to take Old Mr. Su to the hospital. "Wenli, you should come too," said Old Mrs. Su, who had overheard Wenli's story and suspected she was also ill.
Sujia Village is about 40 minutes away from the town by bicycle, about an hour by oxcart, an hour and a half on foot if you walk fast, and two hours if you walk slowly.
Father Su pushed the cart. He didn't expect anything from his eldest son, whose belly was as big as a woman's seven or eight-month pregnant belly.
Su Wenye rode his bicycle with his wife on the back and Su Wenli sitting on the crossbar in front. The stench was so strong that Su Wenye nearly fell off the bike several times.
Father Su pushed the cart ahead, while the eldest son followed behind, panting heavily.
After finally arriving at the hospital, Mr. Su was drenched in sweat, his clothes completely soaked. Mrs. Su and her two children, Su Wenye and Su Laopo, were waiting in the lobby.
The doctor was examining Old Man Su. He frowned, moved Old Man Su's hands and feet, and then looked at Old Man Su's face and mouth. He shook his head and returned to his desk to sit down.
"You're the patient's family members, right?" the doctor asked uncertainly, looking at the group of people standing in front of him. He noticed the indifferent expression on Su's father's face, Su's eldest son fanning himself to cool down, and Su Wenye's lack of concern.
Old Mrs. Su, who had taken Su Wenli to see the doctor, arrived at the doctor who was treating Old Mr. Su. "Doctor, what's wrong with my old man?"
The doctor who was just asking Su's father if they were family members looked up and realized, "Oh, this one is obviously family."
Based on the patient's symptoms, it appears to be a stroke. If further examination is needed, the patient must be taken to the city hospital. However, it seems the patient's condition has been delayed; quite a while has passed since the onset of the illness. You and your family can discuss and decide what to do next.
Upon hearing that it really was a stroke, Old Man Su and his wife were both very worried. There was someone in the village who had suffered a stroke and was now bedridden and needed care.
"Doctor, is there no way to treat this? The city hospital is so far away, we can't possibly get there." Old Su was extremely anxious, hoping to get an answer from the doctor.
No, our hospital can't do that. Only city hospitals have the equipment for brain examinations. In this situation, we need to have an examination before we can provide appropriate treatment. I can only tell you about your condition based on the surface symptoms.
The doctor knew that even if the patient went to the city hospital, it would be too late. With current medical technology, most patients who survived would be bedridden and paralyzed.
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