Hong Chunjiao watched her son's retreating figure, her heart pounding. She felt that this time was different from the last. If she really let her son leave this time, he would never come back!
My heart was in turmoil, and my mind was buzzing with confusion.
When she regained consciousness, she heard a "thump" as she fell to the ground. She saw that she was holding a clothes-beating stick in her hand, while Hua Zi was lying on the ground.
A huge lump swelled up on the back of my head.
“Ahh…”
Startled, Hong Chunjiao dropped the clothes-beating stick she was holding to the ground with a thud.
Then he pounced over and, with trembling fingers, probed Zhong Zihua's nose.
Feeling a faint warmth on his fingertips, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat, without moving.
"This...old woman, what's going on?"
When Zhong Mingxue returned home after buying groceries, he was shocked to see his son lying crookedly on the floor, with his wife sitting beside him, looking dazed.
"Hua Zi, what's wrong with you?"
He threw down the vegetable basket in his hand and pounced on the ground, turning his son, who was lying crookedly on the ground, over to check on him.
They found him unconscious, with a large bump on the back of his head.
"Ouch...Old woman, how could you be so cruel? Quick, help me get him up and take him to the hospital!"
Zhong Mingxue barely managed to help Zhong Zihua up, then yelled at Hong Chunjiao.
"Hospital? Oh...oh...take them to the hospital, take them to the hospital..."
Hong Chunjiao was jolted back to her senses by her husband's shout. She burst into tears and then got up with trembling hands, rushing forward to support her son on the other side.
The two hurriedly took Zhong Zihua to Taipei First Hospital. When they arrived for the examination, they discovered that Hong Chunjiao had no money on her. Fortunately, Zhong Mingxue had some left over from grocery shopping.
After everything was handed over, the nurse took the person in for a detailed examination.
The two elderly people waited outside the examination room for almost an hour before the nurse finally wheeled them out.
Then another payment slip was issued. After the payment was made, the person could be taken to the ward.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Mingxue immediately told Hong Chunjiao to go back and get the money to pay the fees. Seeing the doctor come out of the examination room and take off his mask, he quickly stepped forward and carefully inquired.
"The patient was hit on the back of the head with a hard object and is currently unconscious. If he wakes up and experiences any discomfort such as vomiting, he should tell me, as it may be a concussion."
If it's just a mild case, then a few IV drips will be enough for him to go home and rest properly.
If the condition is severe, it could be life-threatening, so it's essential to stay close to the patient and monitor their condition closely.
"Concussion?"
Zhong Mingxue swayed, holding his son's hand, tears streaming down his face. If anything happened to his son, how could he live?
Seeing the old man's grief, the doctor shook his head with some pity. However, he saw many pitiful people in the hospital and couldn't possibly go up to comfort every single one he encountered.
I could only leave quietly and continue with my work.
When Hong Chunjiao rushed home in a panic, she saw her daughter at home.
I quickly told her that her brother was in the hospital, then rummaged through drawers and cabinets to get the money I kept at home, and ran to the hospital.
Zhong Qiufeng was stunned when she heard her mother's words.
How did her brother end up in the hospital, and it seems like the money he took was from the family?
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