When Wang Dabao told everyone that the treatment would cost so much, everyone was stunned.
"Brother Da Bao, how much... how much did you say?"
Yi Zhonghai was startled by the amount of money and hurriedly pressed for details.
Wang Dabao's eyelids drooped, and he sighed, "Old Yi, this is a mental illness, it's not as simple as you think. I encountered a similar situation in the army before, and I estimate that even conservative treatment would cost three hundred yuan."
"How could I possibly afford to pay for this!"
Liu Haizhong slapped his thigh, sweat beading on his forehead, "Wang Dabao, is what you're saying accurate?"
"Liu Haizhong, what do you mean by that?"
Seeing that Liu Haizhong was suspicious of him, Wang Dabao realized that he had underestimated the treatment cost. He glared at Liu and said, "Didn't you hear me say it was conservative treatment? If the child's mental state becomes unstable and he needs to be hospitalized, two or three hundred yuan won't be enough."
"But then again, this money isn't for me. Even if you pay two or three thousand, it has nothing to do with me."
Immediately, Wang Dabao turned to Yi Zhonghai and said, "Old Yi, since Liu Haizhong doesn't believe what I'm saying, I think we should just report this to the police. When Jie Kuang is hospitalized, Liu Haizhong can pay whatever it costs, so I won't be disliked for telling the truth."
Upon hearing that the police would be called again, Yi Zhonghai's face stiffened, and his heart began to pound again.
What the hell is going on? This is terrifying!
"Brother Da Bao, Lao Liu has absolutely no doubt about you, you can rest assured about that."
Yi Zhonghai glared at Liu Haizhong, somewhat exasperated, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go home to get money for your child's treatment!"
Liu Haizhong was so anxious that his hands were shaking: "My family really doesn't have three hundred yuan."
"Liu Haizhong, what nonsense are you talking about? You only make seventy-odd yuan a month. If I asked you to spend three hundred yuan on your child's medical treatment, who would believe you if you said you didn't have the money?"
When Xu Damao saw Liu Haizhong pleading poverty, he immediately objected. He stretched his arm over Shazhu's shoulder, pointed at Liu Haizhong, and started cursing him, acting as if the money was going to be paid to Xu Damao.
"You old dog, I think you just don't want to pay compensation and want to drag everyone to the police station, right? When that happens, no one will have an easy time. Do you think this compound will still tolerate you, Liu Haizhong?"
Xu Damao's main point was that he couldn't be the only one to lose money; Liu Haizhong had to contribute, even if it meant selling his pots and pans or his son.
"Xu Damao, you bastard, how dare you talk like that? Do you think I don't want to pay? My whole family is struggling to make ends meet, how could we possibly have saved up that much money?"
Liu Haizhong was both anxious and angry, regretting that he hadn't slapped Xu Damao a few more times. If he had beaten him so badly that he couldn't speak, he wouldn't be causing himself trouble here.
While wiping his sweat, Liu Haizhong saw Sha Zhu watching the commotion with amusement, and he became even angrier. "Damn it, you got the compensation, and now you're laughing at me?"
With a sudden thought, Liu Haizhong looked at Sha Zhu with a pitiful expression: "Zhu Zi, how about you help your second uncle out and lend him the hundred yuan that Xu Damao gave you as compensation?"
Sha Zhu's chrysanthemum-like smile immediately vanished, replaced by a bitter expression: "Second Uncle, it's not that I don't want to lend you the money, but you can see my arm. I can't go to work for a while. If I lend you the money, then Yu Shui and I won't be able to survive."
“Zhu Zi, don’t forget you were involved in the fight too. If I can’t afford to pay this money, we’ll all end up in the police station.”
Liu Haizhong straightened his face, feeling that speaking like this was very authoritative, and began to threaten Sha Zhu.
In fact, Liu Haizhong was saying this to Yi Zhonghai.
He's not stupid; reporting it to the police is out of the question. If the factory finds out, he might really be demoted.
But he didn't want to spend such a large sum of money, so what could he do but drag everyone else down with him?
Sha Zhu paused for a moment, then realized that the fat on his face was starting to stretch. He was about to roll up his sleeves and start fighting with Liu Haizhong when he touched the gauze and plaster cast on his arm, and his arrogance immediately diminished by half.
It's okay if you can't beat them on your own, you still have Yi Zhonghai.
Sha Zhu immediately turned to Yi Zhonghai and complained, "Uncle, look how could he do that? Isn't that just being a scoundrel?"
"Old Liu, if you really want to report it to the police, go ahead now. Nobody will stop you."
Yi Zhonghai was furious. So he was the only one afraid to call the police, while others kept bringing it up, scaring him half to death. He decided to just go for it and refused to believe that Liu Haizhong would dare to go.
Just as Xu Damao said, apart from Yan Bugui, who was the victim, anyone else who dared to report to the police would be provoking public anger and standing on the opposite side of everyone's interests.
Jia Dongxu swallowed hard, took two steps back, and was glad that he hadn't gotten involved in the fight, otherwise the stench would have stuck to him too.
Liu Haizhong was stunned; he hadn't expected Yi Zhonghai to outmaneuver him.
His original intention was to threaten those involved in the fight into sharing the cost with him, but he ended up getting himself into trouble instead of catching the fox.
"But I really can't come up with that much money. This is going to kill me."
Liu Haizhong was so anxious that his hands were shaking, and finally he imitated Jia Zhangshi and sat down on the ground.
Seeing Liu Haizhong throwing a tantrum on the ground, Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he really wanted to kick him twice. This piece of trash is always thinking about getting himself kicked. Does he even deserve to sit in the position of an old man?!
I was angry, but the immediate problem still needed to be solved.
"Here's what we'll do: Liu Haizhong, you take two hundred and twenty yuan, and we'll all chip in the remaining eighty."
"Well... alright, it's all for the children."
Liu Haizhong knew that things had come to this point and he couldn't refuse to pay, but if he could save eighty yuan, then his earlier act of shirking responsibility would be worth it.
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