"He's at the Second Hospital. There's a leaky house near the entrance. Your dad was riding his tricycle to the building materials market to buy some roofing felt when he hit someone near the entrance," Xing's mother explained over the phone.
"It's alright! Don't worry, the tricycle hit someone, it shouldn't be a big problem. Those who need medical attention should go, and those who need money should pay. Is my dad alright?" Xing Baohua said.
He hit someone with his tricycle, what's the big deal? His dad isn't in good health, don't worry about it.
"He's been taken to the hospital and is being treated. The police are here too, saying they're going to investigate. I'm scared, I'm scared they'll arrest your dad!" This was what Xing's mother was really worried about, and she cried in distress.
"Don't worry, I'm here. It's normal for them to investigate. It's just a minor traffic accident. We'll face it positively. Mom, wait for me, I'll be right there." Xing Baohua said as she went downstairs.
Before he could call for help, his guards saw Xing Baohua and quickly followed.
I usually take a bus, and this time I didn't even have time to wait for anyone. I saw his old black bicycle still parked there being used as a public bus.
I don't know who used it; they didn't leave the key. I'll have to talk to them about it later.
There happened to be a key inside, so Xing Baohua quickly went over, pushed it, got on, and kicked it into the air.
The convoy looks well-maintained; it's still as energetic as ever, and still makes a lot of noise.
The commotion caught the attention of the gatekeepers, who, upon seeing it was Boss Xing, quickly opened the gate, assuming he was just looking for some fun.
Xing Baohua went out, followed by people in two cars.
Anyway, whatever this guy does in central Shandong, everyone probably thinks Xing Baohua is just acting on a whim.
When Xing Baohua arrived at the Second Hospital, he saw his mother surrounded by a group of people right at the emergency room entrance.
The sputtering sound attracted a lot of attention, and everyone looked at the person.
When Xing Baohua arrived at the destination, he turned off the fire on the old black donkey and put it aside, then walked towards his mother.
"What's going on, Mom?!"
As soon as he spoke, a slightly plump middle-aged woman surrounding his mother said, "So you're the old man's son! Did you bring the money? Let me tell you, you've really messed up this time. Do you know who you hit?"
He sounded so fierce!
Xing Baohua asked instinctively, "Who is it?"
If they were high-ranking figures, he would basically know everyone in Luzhong by name, or at least recognize some of them.
So if you know each other, this is just an accident or a misunderstanding. You can give some compensation later and smooth things over.
"Who is it?"
The plump woman simply said, "My second uncle?"
Good heavens, Xing Baohua was really choked this time.
Then, Xing Baohua saw his convoy enter the yard and stop somewhere. Xing Baohua gestured to them with his hands behind his back, telling them not to come over for the time being.
Then came the chattering questions: Did Xing Baohua bring money?
"Money is no problem, but are you alright?" Xing Baohua asked.
"They're still in critical condition, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and pay the fees," several people around Xing Baohua urged.
Xing Baohua asked her mother, "Where's my dad?"
"Inside, Officer J is questioning people," Aunt Xing pointed to the emergency room lobby.
Xing Baohua looked over and saw his father sitting on a bench, with two police officers in uniform standing there, one asking questions and the other taking a statement.
"I'll go over and ask about the situation first," Xing Baohua said, walking into the hall.
Just as he turned around, someone shouted, "Hurry up and pay the money, what are you dawdling for?" As they spoke, they punched Xing Baohua in the back.
Xing Baohua glanced back but ignored the fools, quickening his pace toward his father.
As he approached, Xing's father looked up at Xing Baohua.
"Dad, are you alright?" Xing Baohua noticed that his father's hands and feet were trembling slightly, perhaps because of the accident.
"I, I'm fine. Sigh!"
Seeing that his father was physically fine but emotionally unstable, Xing Baohua asked the police officer, "Comrade, I'm new here, can you tell me about the situation?"
“We have a pretty good understanding of the situation. It’s not complicated. Your father was riding his tricycle against the flow of traffic and hit an elderly man surnamed Qi who was crossing the road. Based on what we’ve learned from the scene and the bystanders, the responsibility lies with your father. The injured man is still receiving emergency treatment, and we hope you can pay for the treatment costs first so as not to delay his recovery. As for the follow-up issues, we can help you mediate between you and the injured man. If neither of you accepts mediation, then you will have to resort to litigation.”
Officer J explained the division of responsibilities and then left, telling them to come to the station later.
Xing Baohua accepted this, reiterating his stance: he would bear the responsibility he was obligated to bear. Later, the injured people's families continued to clamor, demanding that Xing Baohua quickly pay for medical expenses, nutritional supplements, lost wages, and so on.
It was all a jumble of nonsense, with all sorts of things being said.
Xing Baohua ignored the random chatter, pushed past the crowd to glance at the payment counter, and subconsciously touched his pocket.
I was in a hurry to leave and didn't prepare much money. I only had a little over a hundred yuan in loose change in my pocket. These days, there aren't any hundred-yuan bills.
It is said that a large banknote will be issued this year, but no 100-yuan banknotes have been seen in circulation in central Shandong. Xing Baohua only has 10-yuan notes, which are enough for his pocket money.
He wanted to consult a doctor to find out how much deposit to pay first, and then notify someone to bring the money over.
The injured person's relatives kept talking about money, money. Xing Baohua was so annoyed by it!
I hurried over to the emergency room to find a doctor, but instead I ran into a nurse who shouted, "Are Qi Qingli's family members here? We don't have enough deposit, please pay quickly."
Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua thought to himself, "How fast could my old man be riding his bike to cause such a serious accident?"
The surrounding relatives then surrounded Xing Baohua, urging him to pay the fees.
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