Chapter 102 Wang Yanhong's child was sold
Lu Bailing followed everyone to see who was injured.
Then he heard crying and shouting from the mountain.
Two young men carried Zhou Er down the mountain.
Zhou Er's cotton pants were soaked with blood, and he was still screaming while being carried: "My legs... hurt so much, mother... save me!"
Widow Zhou comforted him: "Don't worry, Lao Er, the pain means that you are still conscious. Let's go to the hospital quickly, mother will definitely save you."
The village chief also learned the news and rode his own bicycle to take people to the hospital.
But Zhou Er was in too much pain, and he couldn't sit on the bicycle alone, so he had to find a flatbed truck to take him to the hospital.
I heard from the villagers who came back that Zhou was sent to the hospital on Tuesday without money, and the village chief paid for it. But he still needed surgery, and the village chief couldn't keep paying for it.
Widow Zhou didn't have much money at home. After Zhou Da rushed over, Widow Zhou sold blood and stayed in the hospital temporarily on Tuesday. She also had to worry about the medical expenses.
After returning, Widow Zhou borrowed money from all her relatives, but still couldn't raise enough money for the surgery.
When Shen Jiale heard about this, the first person he thought of was Zhao Meili.
Before Shen Jiale could find out more, Zhao Meili came to the door.
Zhao Meili came to Shen Jiale with a bottle of wine: "Today is a good day, have a drink with me."
Shen Jiale pushed it away: "I don't drink, did you do it?"
Zhao Meili smiled and said: "Who can prove it? When he got into trouble, I was learning to make shoes with the sisters-in-law in the village."
"Do you have help?"
"I know I can't keep it a secret from you, will you tell on me?"
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In the hospital, Widow Zhou asked Zhou Er how he fell down the mountain.
Zhou Er said that Zhao Meili led him to the mountain, and he chased after her, but he didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, so he accidentally fell down the mountain.
But when Zhao Meili was learning to make shoes with the women in the village, Widow Zhou was also there.
Seeing that his mother didn't believe what he said, Zhou Er became more and more irritable, throwing things and hitting people.
Zhou Da and Wang Yanhong came to visit Zhou Er. Zhou Da went to the doctor's office to inquire about his brother's condition.
As soon as Zhou Er saw Wang Yanhong, he grabbed her and beat her: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't said that you would bring Zhao Zhiqing back to be my wife, she wouldn't have been so cruel to me. It's all your fault, you dead woman."
Widow Zhou was afraid that the child would be hurt, so she hurried over to separate the two.
But she had just sold blood and was very weak. She couldn't separate at all and could only shout for medical staff.
Wang Yanhong was beaten, grabbed Zhou Er's hand and bit it.
Zhou Er felt pain and pushed Wang Yanhong away.
Wang Yanhong fell to the ground and frowned in pain.
The nurse who rushed over saw that Wang Yanhong was bleeding, and quickly sent her to the operating room of the delivery room.
Wang Yanhong's due date has not yet arrived, but she has a miscarriage and has signs of miscarriage, so she must be induced to give birth immediately.
The money for the surgery on Tuesday has not been collected yet, and Wang Yanhong needs money to stay in the hospital.
Widow Zhou asked if she could take the baby home to give birth herself.
The nurse said, "You should be thankful that you are in the hospital. Your daughter-in-law is in premature labor and is bleeding now. If she were at home, it would be a double loss. Hurry up and pay the money. Your daughter-in-law is still waiting to give birth."
On one side is her son, and on the other side is her unborn grandson. After repeated consideration, Widow Zhou paid for Wang Yanhong's delivery surgery.
The widow Zhou and her son, who were anxiously waiting outside the delivery room, finally heard the cry of a baby coming from the delivery room.
The nurse took the child out and said, "Mother and daughter are safe."
Widow Zhou took the child, opened the swaddling clothes to check, and then sat down on the chair next to her in disappointment, muttering, "How could it be a girl?"
Zhou Da took the child from Widow Zhou with a look of disgust: "This child doesn't look like me at all, nor does she look like her mother. If I had known it was a girl, I wouldn't have spent this money in vain. My second brother has no money for treatment."
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When Wang Yanhong was pushed out, the mother and child of the Zhou family had disappeared, and the nurse could only push her to the ward.
The nurse found Widow Zhou in Zhou Er's ward, but didn't see the child. The nurse
asked, "The child is premature and needs to be taken to the doctor for examination. Where did you put the child?" Widow Zhou said, "I still have to take care of my second son. I can't take care of the child. I asked someone to send him home, and my daughter-in-law is not in the hospital anymore." Wang Yanhong returned to the ward, but there was no one to visit her. The nurse couldn't bear it and made her some brown sugar water. Just as she was about to take a nap, Zhou Da came and said that she didn't have money to stay in the hospital and asked her to go home. Wang Yanhong thought the child was with her mother-in-law, so she didn't ask any more questions, went out, and got on the flatbed cart. At this time, a couple came out of the hospital. The woman held the child, and the man came over, took out a piece of paper, and said to Zhou Da: "You took my money, and you can't come back to ask for the child in the future. If you really want it, you have to return me double the money, and pay for all the expenses of the child in my house. This is a receipt, please press your fingerprint." "What should I use to press it?" Zhou Da asked. The man took out a piece of red paper, and Zhou Da dipped his finger in saliva and smeared it on the red paper. Seeing the red on his finger, he pressed his fingerprint on the man's paper. Wang Yanhong asked: "What child are you talking about? Zhou Da, where is our child?" The man opened Wang Yanhong's eyes, put the paper away, and left with his wife without saying anything. Wang Yanhong was still questioning Zhou Da, where the child was. Zhou Da said angrily: "What do you want her to do with? Just throw her away." After all, she was her own flesh and blood. Wang Yanhong grabbed Zhou Da's clothes and cried: "How can you be so cruel? She is your daughter. Find the child back for me. Find her back quickly..." Zhou Da raised his hand and slapped Wang Yanhong: "I gave you a chance, right? Go back by yourself. I don't have time to serve you." Wang Yanhong looked at Zhou Da's expression, and then thought about the conversation with the man just now, and suddenly understood. She rushed to Zhou Da: "You sold my child! Give me my child back!"
Zhou Da pushed Wang Yanhong away impatiently, dragged her off the flatbed cart and threw her on the ground.
Looking at the couple who had already walked away, Wang Yanhong climbed up and chased after them.
When the couple heard someone shouting from behind to return the child, they immediately quickened their pace.
Wang Yanhong, a weak woman who had just given birth, how could she catch up?
She could only watch her child being taken away and cry heartbreakingly.
The cold wind was blowing, and Wang Yanhong's heart was like an ice cave.
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Widow Zhou saw her eldest son coming back and asked him, "Have you taken her out of the hospital? The money must be saved for your brother's leg treatment. Send her back and take care of her yourself."
Zhou Da said, "I let her go back by herself."
Widow Zhou listened without any expression and went to find the doctor to ask Zhou Er when the surgery would be performed.
When the villagers saw Wang Yanhong coming back alone, they were about to ask what happened on Tuesday, but suddenly they found that Wang Yanhong's stomach was swollen.
When they asked her, she burst into tears.
Everyone guessed that Wang Yanhong had a miscarriage.
It was a pity for the Zhou family, misfortunes never come singly.