After being kicked out of the ward by Zhao Yunxiang, Zhou Zhixin moved into Zhao Guohui's home. For the past two days, apart from eating and sleeping, Zhou Zhixin spent the rest of his time lying in bed, reflecting on himself.
Zhou Zhixin knew that Zhao Yunxiang was really angry this time and even said the word "divorce" to him.
After so many years of marriage, Zhao Yunxiang has always been gentle. Although she cannot be said to be obedient to Zhou Zhixin, she has never opposed any decision of Zhou Zhixin.
The most important thing now was to find Zhou Chunping and get to the bottom of it. But when the time came, Zhou Zhixin backed off. They had been father and son for decades, and Zhou Chunping had been ruthless to him, but he couldn't be disloyal. Even though he was the Zhou family's adopted son, he had also received the family's kindness.
The grace of raising someone is greater than the grace of giving birth to him, especially since outsiders don’t know that he was once “killed” by Zhou Chunping and his son.
Zhou Zhixin really wanted to be an ostrich, bury his head in the sand, think about nothing, and hear nothing.
Forget it! Just consider this as giving my life back to the Zhou family! Zhou Zhixin doesn't plan to go back to that place where people are eaten without leaving any bones.
In Qingshan City, Wen Ziqing took Zhao Qingshan to the People's Hospital.
If the situation wasn't so urgent, Wen Ziqing wouldn't have left his little girl.
Wen Yiran was sick. To be exact, Wen Yiran had a sudden stroke and was admitted to Qingshan People's Hospital.
When Wen Ziqing found the ward, he saw Wen Yiran lying motionless on the bed with an oxygen tube inserted in his nostrils.
Feng Xueying was sitting by the bed, wiping away tears. Seeing Wen Ziqing, a trace of embarrassment and resentment flashed across her face.
If it weren't for Wen Ziqing, Old Wen wouldn't have argued with her. Now, Old Wen was lying in the hospital, his life uncertain, while Wen Ziqing, the brat, was beaming with joy, clearly doing quite well.
Humph! How could a poor mountain village with little food and clothing possibly lead a good life? Are you pretending?
Zhao Qingshan immediately noticed Feng Xueying's subtle hostility towards Wen Ziqing.
"It's so hard for this kid, Ziqing!" Zhao Qingshan sighed to himself. When Wen Ziqing first arrived in Zhaojiagou, even speaking was a struggle. Zhao Qingshan was puzzled at first. As far as he knew, Wen Yiran was a man who was very harsh on his own children.
Zhao Qingshan, a longtime friend of Wen Yiran, rarely visited the Wen family. In those limited encounters, what did Zhao Qingshan see of Feng Xueying's character? Feng Xueying was too competitive and too concerned with reputation. In her mind, the autistic and withdrawn Wen Ziqing had always been a disgrace to the Wen family.
"What are you doing here?" Feng Xueying's face changed when she saw Zhao Qingshan following Wen Ziqing.
Feng Xueying had always disliked Zhao Qingshan and would not hide her disdain for him whenever she saw him. In Feng Xueying's eyes, Zhao Qingshan was just a country bumpkin who was used to begging for money from the Wen family.
"I'm here to see Old Wen." Zhao Qingshan pretended not to notice Feng Xueying's expression. At his age, Zhao Qingshan wouldn't let irrelevant people affect his emotions. In Zhao Qingshan's eyes, Wen Yiran was his good friend, but that didn't mean Wen Yiran's family should greet him with a smile.
Feng Xueying stood in front of the bed, her face filled with displeasure. "Seeing Old Wen?" Why did the visitor come empty-handed? Could it be that life in the countryside couldn't make ends meet, so she came to the Wen family specifically to beg for money?
Feng Xueying didn't even think about the fact that Wen Ziqing had been in Zhaojiagou for such a long time, and all her food and clothing were provided by Zhao Qingshan, but she hadn't given him a penny!
Zhao Qingshan ignored Feng Xueying and walked towards Wen Yiran's bed slowly but without any pause.
Feng Xueying only felt a flash before her eyes, and Zhao Qingshan had already walked around her and sat down in front of Wen Yiran's bed.
Feng Xueying was shocked. The Wen family was no ordinary family, and Feng Xueying's horizons were broader than most. Judging from Zhao Qingshan's posture, it was clear that he had some kung fu skills.
Zhao Qingshan ignored Feng Xueying's face, which was turning pale and blue. He pulled Wen Yiran's arm and felt his pulse with his eyes closed.
Pretending! What are you pretending for? Are you calling yourself a miracle doctor? Feng Xueying glared at Zhao Qingshan angrily. Wen Yiran's attending physicians were two of the most renowned doctors at the People's Hospital, Dr. Hu and Dr. Qiu. Dr. Hu was a leading figure in Traditional Chinese Medicine in Qingshan City, and Dr. Qiu was a doctor of Western Medicine who had studied abroad.
After Wen Yiran was sent to the hospital in a coma yesterday, due to Wen Yiran's status, the leaders of Qingshan People's Hospital attached great importance to it and specially sent the two best doctors in the hospital to treat Wen Yiran.
Doctors Hu and Qiu conducted a detailed physical examination on Wen Yiran and concluded that he had suffered a severe stroke and should not be moved.
When asked about Wen Yiran's condition before he fell into a coma, Feng Xueying was hesitant and unable to explain. After consulting with Doctors Hu and Qiu, they decided to adopt a conservative treatment approach, putting an oxygen mask on Wen Yiran and giving him a special medicine for stroke.
Wen Ziqing silently looked at Wen Yiran lying on the bed. From the moment he entered the door until now, Wen Ziqing had not said a word.
Feng Xueying had long been accustomed to Wen Ziqing's behavior. After giving him a sidelong glance when Wen Ziqing entered the room, she did not express anything else.
For a moment, the ward was quiet.
Zhao Qingshan took a long time to take Wen Yiran's pulse. After taking the left hand, he switched to the right hand. After about ten minutes, Zhao Qingshan let go of Wen Yiran's wrist and stood up.
"Doctor Zhao, won't you prescribe medicine for my son Wen?" Feng Xueying squinted her eyes and said this in a sarcastic tone.
Wen Ziqing felt his face flush. Grandpa had come all this way to treat Grandpa, so why was Grandma so rude?
"Medicine alone isn't enough." Zhao Qingshan answered honestly, ignoring Feng Xueying's nagging. Wen Yiran must have encountered something that infuriated him, and in his anger, the tiny blood vessels in his brain ruptured, causing him to fall into a deep coma.
The most urgent thing for Zhao Qingshan to do was not to argue with Feng Xueying, but to talk to Wen Yiran's attending physician. If the blood clot in Wen Yiran's brain could not be cleared, it was not impossible for him to die.
"If you don't have the ability, why are you pretending to be such a big shot?" Feng Xueying didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Qingshan's words. She thought that Zhao Qingshan was incapable of treating Wen Yiran. She could no longer hold back her anger and started to talk. "My old Wen has a famous doctor treating him. You charlatan, get out of here! Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from! You are old, but you don't know how much you weigh. You hang around in front of Old Wen all day, looking at me. I don't know what you are thinking. My Wen family's eldest grandson will not marry that country girl from your family."
"Grandma, Yuanyuan and I are engaged. I will marry Yuanyuan." Wen Ziqing took a step forward, staring at Feng Xueying with cold eyes, and repeated seriously: "I will definitely marry Yuanyuan."
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