Nursing home, ward.
Lin Aidang, who rushed over after get off work, gently wiped Mrs. Lin's face and hands with a hot towel.
He had just put down the towel and was about to give the old lady a massage, but he found that her hand was tightly held by her.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll get you a pen."
Old Mrs. Lin used her only intact hand to scribble on it, "Let the second son come back."
Lin Aiguo gently patted the anxious old lady, "Mom, I will find a way to get my brother and his family back to accompany you. Don't worry, they will be back soon. Take care of yourself first. The doctor said you can't be impatient."
Mrs. Lin wrote again, "When will I be well?"
Lin Aiguo paused and smiled, "The doctor said it will be soon. The key is to keep a positive attitude and don't rush things. In half a year, you'll be able to walk again."
"say?"
Lin Aiguo smiled and said, "Very soon, you'll be able to speak in less than a year."
Mrs. Lin saw her son lower his head, not daring to look at her. She knew he was lying. Could it be that he really couldn't get better? How could that be?
She reached out a trembling hand and touched her face, only to find that she was drooling again. She closed her eyes tightly.
Lin Aiguo quickly wiped the old lady's face with a towel and said, "Mom, it's okay. It will definitely get better in the future. I've already asked a specialist. Don't worry, your son will definitely find someone who can cure you."
It wasn't that Mrs. Lin didn't trust her son, but the boy's abilities were limited. Even the old Russian experts couldn't see past him, so what other experts could he know?
She reached out again and wrote: "Let's get right here."
Lin Aiguo frowned, "Mom, what else do you want to talk to your brother-in-law about? He has already introduced a doctor to me. Lately, my brother-in-law has been in meetings every day, so I can't see him often. Don't bother him if you don't have anything to do."
Lin Aiguo knew Zhou Xiaozheng could recommend a doctor, but he would never come to the nursing home. He didn't want to go to him, and he couldn't speak up because his daughter had gotten into trouble.
"He can save me. Jiao has a prescription."
Lin Aiguo looked at his mother in surprise. Was she truly senile? Zhou Jiao had a recipe? How could that be possible? And if she did, why didn't she ask her eldest sister for the recipe, instead of Zhou Xiaozheng?
Old Mrs. Lin was so angry that her face turned red and she slapped the quilt.
"Okay, don't get excited. I'll go find Zhou Jiao directly. I'll take a leave to go to the Northeast tomorrow." Before he finished speaking, he saw that the old lady became even more excited. He quickly stepped forward and patted the old lady on the back, "Okay, I'll go find my brother-in-law first. Don't worry."
After a while, Mrs. Lin wrote on a piece of paper, "Don't go. It's not good to ask for leave. Have Zhou Xiaozheng send a telegram and ask Zhou Jiao to bring the prescription to see me. Also, tell Zhou Xiaozheng that if he doesn't transfer the second son back, I will die in front of him."
Lin Aiguo waited for her for a long time, and finally saw what she meant. He quickly stepped forward and tore off the paper, shredded it into pieces and threw it into the trash can. Then, feeling uneasy, he poured water on it.
After a busy day, he pulled up a stool and sat down. He glanced at the still agitated old lady and sighed deeply. If it weren't for his mother, he would have wanted to just leave. What recipe? After all, he still wanted to mess with that father and daughter, but would they listen? If anyone saw this note, they would really scold him.
Lin Aiguo didn't consider himself a good person, but he definitely knew what was right and wrong. Not to mention the life-or-death threats against Zhou Xiaozheng, even if he really died in front of him, he wouldn't even blink.
Who was that? Zhou Xiaozheng! How could Zhou Xiaozheng, a man known for his murderous ways, be threatened? He had been with his brother-in-law for over twenty years, but when had he ever been treated any differently? Not to mention his mother, who had a grudge against the Gu family.
As Lin Aiguo stared at her with the same eyes he'd given her as a stranger, Mrs. Lin slowly regained her composure. She tried to speak, but found she couldn't. She tried to write with her left hand, but found the notebook had been thrown far away.
The mother and son, one lying down and the other sitting, looked at each other quietly, no one spoke.
This was the scene Chen Jingru saw when he came over.
She tiptoed softly, carefully placed the lunch box on the window table, and quickly slipped out. Once outside, she let out a breath, patted her chest, and secretly thanked herself that the old lady hadn't hit her with anything today.
Ever since the old lady fell ill, she would either hit her or throw a cup at her every time she saw her. She knew she hated her and felt she hadn't raised her daughter well. But she felt wronged too. A woman who had lost her husband and was raising two children, how much pressure did she have to bear?
Lin Dinghui saw his mother's relieved expression from afar, and he felt extremely sad. What did his mother do wrong? Why did she always get no good treatment?
He quickly stepped forward and said, "Mom, is that old lady still like that? It's totally unreasonable! Didn't she raise my sister? She spoiled her and she's shirking responsibility."
Chen Jingru quickly covered his mouth, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't let your dad hear it."
Lin Dinghui hugged her as they walked out the door, whispering, "So what if she heard it? Facts are facts, who can erase them? I think she just wanted to make my dad misunderstand."
How could Chen Jingru not understand her mother-in-law? Now her husband always felt that he had not educated his children well? But there were some things she did not intend to tell her son. In the future, the child's future still depended on the old man.
"That's your grandma. Have you forgotten how much your grandparents love you? She's sick..."
Lin Dinghui sneered, "You're wrong. I've been an orphan since I was a child. They only pity me. I'm not treated much better than Zhou Jiao. Their only grandson is Lin Dingsheng. He's their real grandson."
Chen Jingru's eyes widened, realizing she had never understood her son. Had her son always thought this way? No wonder he wasn't close to his father.
Lin Dinghui hugged her and continued walking, "Mom, I always remember the things from my childhood. Grandpa thought I liked staying at my grandpa's house, but he didn't know. When I was a child, he held Lin Dingsheng in his arms, calling his eldest grandson and laughing happily. My aunt came over and squeezed me hard, and I fell to the ground. But everyone in the living room was laughing, and no one noticed me. They all surrounded Lin Dingsheng. That's when I knew my grandparents were the ones who really treated me well.
Later, as I grew older, I understood that no matter how poor the Jiang family was, my grandfather was still inferior to them in their eyes. Lin Dingsheng could follow them into the study, but I never could. When I registered for the college entrance examination, I chose a different path because I didn't want to be forever outshined by them.
You have to face reality! Don't expect the old man to help me, and don't expect my dad to help me. In his heart, the only son is Lin Dingsheng. Have you seen him spend time with me since he came back? No!
So, Mom, don't feel bad for me. Since she doesn't want you to come, then don't come. Everyone is raised by their parents. If my grandparents knew, they would be so sad.
Chen Jingru covered his face, squatted down and cried silently.
She'd been a widow for so many years, and for what? Just for this son. Yet, unknowingly, she'd let him get hurt. She was a careless, self-righteous mother. Damn her!
Lin Dinghui ignored the strange looks from passersby and gently patted his mother. "Cry, just cry it out. It's time to vent all the suffering you've endured over the years."
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