Chapter 72 Wake up
Old Mrs. Ye felt that it took a lot of effort for her to open her eyes. She felt weak all over and pointed at the sugar water.
"Mom, you're awake!"
"Grandma, would you like some sugar water?" Ye Xiuhong tried to figure out what Old Lady Ye meant.
Old Mrs. Ye nodded, and Ye Xiuhong helped her finish the sugar water. After she regained some strength, she asked Zhao Zhaodi to cook some food for her.
She thought it over. Jin Fenglian was right. Now that the second brother was gone, she had to live well and help the second brother take care of the child. Only after a hundred years would she have the face to see the second brother. She didn't know how the child was living alone in Hong Kong. Even if he had money, it wouldn't feel like a home if he was alone.
"Boss, what's the child's name? What else did the letter say?" Old Mrs. Ye turned her head and looked at Ye Dajun expectantly while lying on the bed.
Ye Dajun was stumped again.
"Mom, the child didn't say anything. He just said that he would bring the second child back soon if he had the chance, and let you decide how to divide the things."
Although Old Mrs. Ye was a little disappointed that she didn't know her grandson's name, she happily propped herself up and leaned against the head of the bed when she heard her grandson say that he would be able to go home soon.
"Just come back, just come back. The child isn't familiar with us now and doesn't like to talk. Just wait until you come back."
Old Mrs. Ye ate a bowl of coarse noodles. After selling all the grain, only coarse noodles were left at home.
The physical strength is almost replenished, and Mrs. Ye has the energy to think about other things.
"My grandson brought these things? Oh, even if you have money, you shouldn't spend it like this. Look at the valuables and leave them to the child."
Jin Fenglian quickly chimed in, "Mom, this is all out of my filial piety. Look at how festive this red fabric is. I can tell you it was picked especially for you!"
Old Lady Ye looked at the red cloth in Jin Fenglian's hand and smiled. Her grandson was just like the second son, who was filial to her.
"How can an old woman like me wear such fine material? It would be a waste of good things."
Zhao Zhaodi was thinking about the ink-green material and trying to persuade him, "Mom, why don't you make some clothes with this cloth? When the child comes back and sees you wearing it, he'll be happy, right? Otherwise, what if he thinks we don't like the things he picked out?"
When Old Lady Ye heard that her grandson might be unhappy, her thoughts immediately changed. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, we have to let the children know that we all like it. So, you two can divide these pieces of cloth and make a suit for everyone in the family. And make a suit for the second child according to Xiushan's size. Wait for the child to wear it when he comes back."
I saw several women in the house enthusiastically fiddling with the cloth.
Ye Dajun interrupted, "Mom, let's send the bank transfer money that kid gave us to Xiaoling first?"
Old Lady Ye slapped her forehead and forgot about it.
"Okay, go to the bank to withdraw the money, then go to the post office to send 500 yuan to Xiaoling. Keep the rest for the child and don't touch it."
After getting the OK, Ye Dajun hurried out to borrow a bicycle to go to the county to send the money.
The biting cold winter wind felt like a knife cutting his face, but his heart was as warm as fire. With this money, his Xiaoling would be saved.
When he was young, he relied on his younger brother for protection, and when he was getting old, he was still taken care of by his younger brother. The second child was his child, and when that child came back, he had to take good care of him.
Provincial Hospital
A woman with dirty hair and a dirty face was sitting in the hospital corridor, and next to her was a haggard man. It seemed he hadn't shaved for ages, and his hair was unwashed and gave off a strange smell. People who passed by walked away quickly, thinking they had met a beggar couple.
"Ye Yang, what should we do? Is there no other way?"
Bai Wei looked ahead with empty eyes, asking Ye Yang and herself at the same time.
The letter sent to Shanghai fell into oblivion, with no response, and Bai Wei's last hope was gone.
"Dad will call the nurses' station at three o'clock. Maybe we can get some together."
Ye Yang himself was not sure, but this was the only way to comfort himself. The dry food he brought was almost finished. Old Man Ye and Ye Sanxing had been helping out in the hospital kitchen these days and could eat for free, so the four of them could save some money on food.
By this time, the father and son had finished their work in the kitchen and brought back the meal for Ye Yang and his son.
Old man Ye handed Ye Yang two vegetarian buns
"Xiaoyang, listen to me and eat your meal first. Otherwise, what will happen if you collapse again while Xiaoling is still not healed?"
Ye Yang ate the vegetarian bun mechanically, while Bai Wei bit her bun silently beside him. Xiao Ling's medical expenses have not been settled yet, and the two of them cannot get sick, as they cannot afford this disease now.
Ye Dajun took the 1,400 yuan he exchanged from the bank and couldn't believe that his family, who were almost unable to eat, suddenly had 1,400 yuan!
At the end of the year, when work points are calculated in Xiahe Village, all villagers can only get 5,000 to 6,000 yuan, and each family only gets 80 to 90 yuan. But this family now has 1,400 yuan, which is equivalent to their income from farming for more than ten years!
Ye Dajun was carrying a huge sum of money, so everyone looked like a thief to him. He walked all the way to the post office with his back hunched.
"Ye Yang has your phone number!"
The nurse shouted for help at the door of the ICU. Seeing the Ye family running to the nurse's station one after another, the nurse sighed in her heart. It was so pitiful that the child was sick and still needed so much money. It was hard for the family.
"Hey, how's Dad?"
Ye Yang held the microphone tremblingly, his ears ringing and his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, waiting for the final judgment from Ye Dajun.
"That's enough, that's too much. Your second uncle's child mailed us 1,400 yuan. I just mailed you 500 yuan. Go to the post office and wait for it to be collected. Hurry up and get Xiaoling operated on. If it's not enough, we still have some. Yang? Talk to me? Yang?"
Ye Yang put down the microphone in a daze and slid down to sit against the wall, which scared Old Man Ye so much that he quickly took over the microphone.
"What's wrong, Boss?"
"Dad, we have enough money. My second brother's child sent us over a thousand yuan. I mailed five hundred yuan to you. You can go to the post office to pick up the money tomorrow."
Old man Ye's heart finally settled down.
"Hey, okay, okay, how's your second brother?"
Ye Dajun was afraid that his father could not bear it, so he planned to wait until they came back and pretend to be careless.
"It's okay, you guys go ahead and do the surgery first, and we'll deal with the rest when you come back."
After Ye Laotou put down the phone, Bai Wei looked at him anxiously.
"Grandpa, please tell me what's wrong! Is it because you don't have enough money?"
Ye Yang sat on the ground, looking like he had lost his soul. No matter how she asked, he didn't answer.
Old Man Ye said slowly, "We have enough money. My second son has sent money from Hong Kong. Go to the post office to pick it up tomorrow."
"Really! Really, that's enough, haha, that's enough."
Bai Wei knew that her daughter could have the operation, and she cried and laughed. Ye Yang came back to his senses because of her voice, and squatted on the ground and started crying too. Their child could finally be saved.
The operation went smoothly and the doctor said Ye Ling would wake up within two days.
Bai Wei and Ye Yang wanted to kneel down to the doctor, but were stopped by several doctors who told them that it was all they should do. Old Man Ye and Ye Sanxing turned their backs and wiped away their tears. Their Xiao Ling was finally getting better.
Bai Wei was dozing off on the edge of the hospital bed. Half asleep and half awake, she heard a child calling her "Mom." Bai Wei thought to herself, how nice! Her Xiaoling used to call her that too.
Xiaoling!
Bai Wei suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her daughter.
Ye Ling looked at her mother with wide eyes, curious. It felt like she hadn't seen her mother for a long time, but why did her mother look a few years older? Her face also looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time. In her memory, her mother was always clean.
"Xiaoling, how do you feel? Where does it hurt? Are you hungry?" Bai Wei was so excited that she didn't know what to ask her daughter.
She reached out to touch her daughter's gauze-wrapped head, but was afraid of hurting her, so her hand froze in mid-air.
"Mom Xiaoling has a headache."
Ye Ling didn't know what was wrong with her, but she could feel her head hurting.
Bai Wei then remembered to call a doctor, but she couldn't bear to leave her daughter, so she turned around and called Ye Yang who was sleeping on a bench beside her.
"Ye Yang wake up! Ye Yang's daughter is awake! Ye Yang!"
Ye Yang has been very tired these days. Worried about his daughter's medical expenses, he couldn't sleep all night. Yesterday, his daughter finally had the surgery and it was very successful.
He finally had a good night's sleep.
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