Chapter 211: Some strange memories flashing in my mind
The family discussed it over and over again, but the children still said the same things.
Ask Zhao Shuliang to borrow money.
Wait until they graduate and earn money to pay off their debts.
They completely ignored Tan Yanlin and didn't even notice his existence.
Deng Xiuzhen didn't show it on her face, but she felt a chill in her heart.
Tan Yanlin had done some foolish things and he felt sorry for himself, but he had not felt sorry for his children.
Moreover, I have forgiven him, and the family has been in harmony for so long. They usually get along very well.
They have no reason to do so, they can't do so.
As for the compensation the old man's son wanted, she did not immediately say that the compensation would only be tens of thousands of yuan, but instead explained the whole story in detail. Her purpose was to teach the children a lesson, so that they could understand the diversity of life and thus gain social experience.
But who would have thought that once the number one million was mentioned, all the words would revolve around one million and could never return to the original meaning.
Is it true that no matter what I do, my children will be unfilial? Is this human nature, or am I unworthy of filial children?
The more Deng Xiuzhen thought about it, the more her headache became, and the more heartbroken she felt.
"Go back, go back." When I looked up after hearing the voice, I saw Qin Yanlin's worried gaze. His eyes were clear and pure, full of concern.
"Go back? Where to?" Deng Xiuzhen asked puzzledly.
"Go home, I want to go home!" Qin Yanlin tried hard to speak. This was the most common thing he said since he was rescued.
"Go home? This is home!" Deng Xiuzhen asked back. An idea flashed through her mind, and she quickly asked: "Which home do you want to go back to?"
"Ah?" Tan Yanlin looked confused, and after a long pause he said, "Eat meat buns!"
Deng Xiuzhen shook her head helplessly.
Let’s take Tan Yanlin to continue his treatment first.
The doctor in the rehabilitation department gave Tan Yanlin physical therapy. Deng Xiuzhen was accompanying him and asked him about his condition, what else he should pay attention to besides treatment, and how he could recover better and faster.
The doctor also explained in detail, listing various factors such as environment, nutrition, psychology, and family atmosphere clearly and presenting them in detail.
"Xiuzhen, has something happened?" Deng Xiuzhen, who was taking notes attentively, was interrupted by a call from Zhao Shuliang.
"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong with you..." Deng Xiuzhen said this and suddenly realized that it might be Wen Jing who called Zhao Shuliang to borrow money. She quickly went outside to a quiet place and told Zhao Shuliang what happened.
"Xiuzhen, if you have any difficulties, don't hide it from your uncle. I treat you like my own daughter. I can still take out hundreds of thousands of dollars. Don't worry about it alone! And how is Yanlin now? Why don't you bring him to Kyoto? The neurology department of Huatang Hospital in Kyoto is very famous, much better than the one in Shenzhen. And they have exchanges with major hospitals abroad, maybe they can make Yanlin get better soon..."
As Zhao Shuliang kept talking, Deng Xiuzhen's eyes turned red without her noticing. Her tense nerves began to relax, and the grievances in her heart overflowed like a dam breaking.
"Uncle, it's okay." Deng Xiuzhen's voice was nasal.
"Xiuzhen, what's wrong with you? Don't hide it from your uncle!" Zhao Shuliang on the other end of the phone became even more anxious.
"Uncle, it's really okay, just listen to me..." Deng Xiuzhen choked up and told everyone what had happened during this period.
Zhao Shuliang had been listening quietly until she finished speaking, then he asked, "But why did Wenjing say she wanted three or four hundred thousand? And she said you couldn't take it out, so you wanted to borrow from me?"
After hesitating for a while, Deng Xiuzhen said, "Uncle, I want to ask you for a favor. Just say that you lent me money, and then..."
"Mom, Uncle Zhao agreed to lend us money, so we won't sell the house. But that company keeps losing money, so let's sell it." Wen Jing was happy when she came back, even a little proud.
"I have already contacted the company, but it won't fetch much, so I'm afraid I still have to sell the house," said Deng Xiuzhen.
"Why? You've lost all the money, why do you want to sell the house? Where will you and dad live after selling the house?" Wen Jing was a little excited.
"Your father is not recovering very well. I heard that the neurology department of Kyoto Huatang Hospital has a very high cure rate for your father's condition. I want to take him there to have a look."
"Dad's illness needs to be treated, but it's better not to sell this house, otherwise you will have no place to live. Otherwise, I will ask Grandpa Zhao to borrow again. Mom, wait, I'll call Grandpa Zhao!" Wen Jing hurriedly took out her cell phone and made a call.
The ending disappointed her. Zhao Shuliang said that he had bought a house and had no money. He had previously agreed to lend them money by borrowing from others, plus the advance salary. In fact, he only borrowed more than 200,000 yuan, so he could only lend them more than 200,000 yuan.
"Mom, let's sell the house." Wen Jing sat down dejectedly.
"Mom, how much can this house be sold for? Can it be enough for compensation?" Wen Yu asked in a low voice.
"If we sell the company and the house, plus the money your Grandpa Zhao borrowed, we can raise enough compensation. But, I'm afraid we don't have the money to take your father to Kyoto for treatment." Deng Xiuzhen said, looking at Qin Yanlin worriedly.
"I have a classmate whose family is very rich. I will go to him to borrow money tomorrow to see if I can get it." Wen Yu said after thinking for a while.
"I'll also go borrow some money from my classmates, maybe I can raise enough money for dad's medical treatment." Wen Jing said as she prepared to go out.
Deng Xiuzhen was about to call Wen Jing, but before she could open her mouth, the phone rang.
"This is Shenzhen People's Hospital. Are you Qin Wenxin's family member?" The other party asked quickly as the call was connected.
Deng Xiuzhen was shocked and could no longer care about Wen Jing. She quickly replied, "I am Tan Wenxin's mother. What can I do for you? Is there something wrong with Wenxin?"
"Qin Wenxin was hit by a car and needs surgery. Please come to the hospital to sign as soon as possible..."
Wen Xin was hit by a car? Deng Xiuzhen's heart was beating wildly when she heard this. She didn't have time to listen to the following words. She hung up the phone and asked Wen Yu to take care of Tan Yanlin. She quickly rushed to Shenzhen People's Hospital.
At this time, Wen Xin was lying outside the operating room, covered in blood. Some unfamiliar memories flashed through her mind, which she could not control at all. Her thinking was so confused that she even forgot the pain.
"Doctor! Doctor! Where is my daughter? Where is she? Is she serious? What happened?" Deng Xiuzhen, with disheveled hair and sweat all over her forehead, asked repeatedly as she came in.
"The patient has been examined and has multiple skin injuries. No major problems have been found with the internal organs and head. The main problem now is a rib fracture. An operation must be performed quickly to prevent the broken part from piercing the internal organs..."
"Then perform the surgery quickly!" Deng Xiuzhen interrupted the doctor.
The doctor asked Deng Xiuzhen to go see Qin Wenxin. Wenxin had her eyes closed and her face was pale.
"Wenxin! Wenxin!" Deng Xiuzhen called out loudly.
Wen Xin raised her eyelids but did not open them. She was trapped in another world by her memories.
Deng Xiuzhen was extremely anxious and signed the document quickly. Only after the door of the operating room was closed and the words "Surgery in Progress" came on did she collapse to the ground.
"The ground is cold, come and sit on a chair." A middle-aged couple came over to help her.
"Thank you." Deng Xiuzhen thanked softly.
"Um, um, you are Qin Wenxin's mother, right? We, we were driving the car, and we hit Qin Wenxin." The woman said in a low voice.
"You guys crashed it? How did you drive?!" Deng Xiuzhen jumped up.
"You, don't get excited, we really didn't mean it. I was looking at the road, but, but she suddenly ran over and I couldn't react..." the man hurriedly explained.
"You can't react in time? You hit my daughter when you can't react in time? Do you know that this hit may cost someone's life? Do you know that?!" Deng Xiuzhen yelled until her voice became hoarse.
"I know, I know, don't get excited. This is not good for your health. The child still needs you after the operation. If something happens to you, the child will be worried." The woman is undoubtedly good at persuading people.
Deng Xiuzhen calmed down after hearing her words.
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