"How come there's no one here? Isn't the older aunt who's taking care of the children here?"
"No, no one answered the door."
"beep--"
“…”
Fu Jingyou was hung up on again.
I put down the phone, and before I had time to think about where my family had gone, the nurse at the window reached out again:
"Two cents, comrade."
“…”
He silently took out two cents. When Fu Jingyou went upstairs, He Hongjin and He Erge had both woken up and washed and packed up.
"Xiaoliu is here."
"Um."
He Erge greeted with a smile, took a stool and sat down with Fu Jingyou.
After chatting about their respective situations, the topic turned back to He Hongjin.
"I had injections all afternoon yesterday. I feel better today and can even speak a few words."
Fu Jingyou stood up to check on He Hongjin's condition, pinched He Hongjin's arm, and said:
"Look again, the arm is still stiff and won't move even if I twist it."
He Erge nodded on the side.
Fu Jingyou looked at him and said:
"Brother, I've already said hello to the people downstairs at the guesthouse. You can go to the guesthouse and get some sleep. You can come back to take my place in the afternoon or evening."
"That's fine. I'll go lie down for a while and buy lunch."
He Erge twisted his sore arms and neck and said honestly:
"Don't buy it yourself. It will be a disaster if you buy too much."
"good."
After He Erge left, Fu Jingyou had something on his mind. He ate two bites of cold steamed buns and then sat on the edge of the bed to peel an apple.
He Hongjin slapped the bed with his mouth open:
"Go back."
"I'm not well yet, what are you going back for?"
He Hongjin stammered and mumbled that everything in the hospital was expensive.
I have been frugal for most of my life and I just can't bear to spend money.
Fu Jingyou calmed down, took a knife, and cut off a small piece of apple and fed it to him.
He Hongjin has a stubborn temper and has been strong-willed for most of his life. He really doesn't like the feeling of lying on the bed with his children by his side.
He closed his mouth tightly and twisted his neck, refusing to eat.
"These apples in the county are more expensive than in Beijing, 40 to 50 cents a pound. They're all stained with your saliva. If you don't eat them, no one else can."
Fu Jingyou didn't indulge him and said:
"If you still refuse to eat it, I'll throw it away."
"Stinky, stinky peeler..."
He Hongjin glared at him reproachfully, then finally let go and ate.
After eating half an apple, he said he wanted to go back.
Fu Jingyou refused:
"I can't go back. If I go back, you'll be like this forever. What should I do?"
"I've been taking injections all day, but I'm not feeling better... I've wasted my money, so I'll go back and get better slowly..."
"The hospital can't cure you, so why don't you just go back and lie down?"
He Hongjin nodded stubbornly.
Fu Jingyou didn't agree with him:
"You can't go back. If you want to go back, go back by yourself. My second brother and I won't mess with you anyway."
He Hongjin was so angry that he glared and slammed the bed.
Fu Jingyou let him take pictures.
He Erge was very punctual and bought lunch over at noon.
Fu Jingyou ate a little and then went to the clinic to see the doctor to ask about the situation.
"I'm the family member of the elderly patient in bed 201. How is my uncle doing now? How long will it take to see significant improvement?"
"I'm not sure about that yet, but being able to speak intermittently today is a clear sign of improvement. I can try the injections for another two days."
The doctor's answer was conservative and did not provide any useful information.
But after all, they are professionals and they are amateurs.
Fu Jingyou could only calm down and wait.
During this interval, Fu Jingyou went downstairs to make another phone call.
This time I waited over 20 minutes before calling again, and surprisingly, the person on the other end of the line was from the post office:
"There's someone home, but they said they couldn't leave with the child. The classmate you're looking for, Lu, seems to be feeling unwell. Her family said she's asleep."
The post office is also busy, and I can't always run errands for Fu Jingyou just for a phone call.
Just tell Fu Jingyou to give his phone number to the Fu family compound.
When the person over there is free, I will call him back.
Fu Jingyou thanked him again and again.
After hanging up the phone and giving the nurse at the window two cents, Fu Jingyou felt not only not relieved but also very nervous.
Why am I feeling uncomfortable again...
I don’t know whether it’s serious or not?
There was no one at home this morning. Did he go to the hospital or something?
"I'm in bed 201 on the second floor. If there's a call from Jingbei looking for someone named Fu, please ask someone to tell me."
When the young nurse at the window heard him mention the word "Beijing North", she looked at him seriously several times and finally nodded.
Fu Jingyou went upstairs again.
While he was exchanging people with He Erge, He Hongjin started to act stubborn again, saying that everything in the hospital was expensive and that money was spent like water.
I have to go back and take care of it myself.
He Erge was a little bit unable to control him, and when he saw Fu Jingyou coming back, he quickly cast a look for help:
"Xiao Liu, you said it's not healed yet, how can you go back? I told my father not to listen, so you say a few words to him."
He was fine and well behaved when he came just now, but he started to make trouble just now.
He Erge felt that his father would be more likely to agree with Fu Jingyou's words.
Fu Jingyou's heart was heavy with worry about Jingbei.
As soon as he saw the situation in the ward, Fu Jingyou's sharp brows immediately frowned.
He nodded, sat on the bed and looked at He Hongjin and said:
"You're reluctant to spend it, and I haven't spent your money yet. If you don't want me and my second brother to spend it, then I'll go ask whoever made you sick. Is that okay?"
He Hongjin couldn't close his mouth and looked at Fu Jingyou with his cloudy eyes.
After all, he is not young anymore, and he has been going through this for a while, and his spirits are not very good.
After looking at Fu Jingyou for a while, He Hongjin nodded reluctantly.
Fu Jingyou stood up:
"Second brother, you watch over there, I'll go over there."
He Erge was a little embarrassed and stood up:
"Xiao Liu, why don't I go with you..."
He Erge also felt that He Dage did not do a good job.
He supported Fu Jingyou, but this matter was, after all, the He family's business.
Fu Jingyou's surname is Fu. If he goes there, Brother He will definitely not be convinced by him.
Fu Jingyou shook his head: "No, I can do it alone, and my uncle also needs someone to look after him."
"Oh well."
He Erge had no choice but to sit back down.
He Hongjin watched Fu Jingyou leave the ward and pointed at He Erge with a shaking finger:
"No, unfilial..."
Knowing that his father was talking about his eldest brother, He Erge wiped his face and said:
"Just focus on your treatment. I'll take care of you in your old age and send you to the mountains."
He Hongjin looked at He Erge, gasping for breath, his eyes cloudy with tears.
He Erge could only try his best to comfort him.
…
Fu Jingyou had rarely been to the carpenter shop in the county, so he had to ask around before he found the place.
It is one of the old courtyards.
The county's state-owned craftsmen, such as carpenters who make tables and chairs, cotton fluffers, and gardeners who lay flowers, are all in this area.
Fu Jingyou went outside the yard and called a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, saying he was looking for He Fengshou.
The boy shouted:
"Master, someone is looking for you!" (End of this chapter)
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