Jin He had lived in this family for over ten years. Didn't he know what kind of people these two were? The uncle was lazy, the aunt was greedy, and even Yang Jia Hui was an idler. Where would this family get the money to make a down payment on a house in downtown Haicheng?
He simply couldn't bear to imagine it any longer.
"Ah? Mother-in-law..." Jin He looked at her mother-in-law in disbelief. The old lady, who was over eighty years old, was now hunched over. She sat on the stool with her hands crossed, at a loss, and dared not look at Jin He.
"Mother-in-law!" Jin He squatted down beside him, grabbing her clothes and asking, "Tell me, have you been in the hospital these past few months?"
"Have you been in the hospital the whole time?"
Have you seen a doctor and taken any medication?
"You didn't lie to my mother-in-law!"
Her mother-in-law's silence said it all, and this suffocating quiet caused Jin He to suddenly break down: "Why! They're in their forties or fifties! Do you still treat them like children?!"
"Enough! Jin He! What kind of behavior is this, shouting and yelling like this during the New Year? Let's talk things out. Mom, you're giving your hospital money to my brother! What were you thinking? Jin He is my son, why should he be given to my brother? If anyone should be given money, it should be to me..."
"Hey, Jin He has been eating and living at our house for so many years. Now that he has money, what's wrong with us spending some of his money? Don't you know how hard it is to raise such a boy? We should take some!"
"Sister-in-law! You're being heartless by saying that. Mom worked so hard to raise Jinhe. If Jinhe were really doing well, would she be so skinny as a skeleton?"
So she could see that her children hadn't been doing well all these years, but she just didn't want to get involved.
Jin He closed her eyes in despair. The house was in complete chaos. Her uncle and the young grandson were holding back the two women to prevent them from fighting. Yang Jia Hui had long since disappeared to play somewhere. Her mother-in-law remained sitting on the stool, silent, listening to her daughter and son fighting over money.
Jin He had encountered this situation before. He would usually step in to break up the fight, only to end up with several bloody scratches from someone's claws. Within an afternoon, the two of them would be sitting at the same table playing mahjong again. However, Jin He's wounds didn't heal for several days.
I don't want to deal with it anymore, I'm so tired.
Jin He looked down and saw his mother-in-law still sitting there, silently weeping as she listened to the argument. He asked her, "Grandma, do you still love your child?"
The mother-in-law wiped away her tears, her cloudy eyes looking at Jin He, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
Where is Yang Jiahui?
“You…are all Grandma’s children, you’re all the same.”
“It’s different,” Jin He said firmly. “It’s different.”
"Same, same..."
"Then I don't want to be the same, I want to be special!"
Jin He couldn't have the special affection her mother-in-law had, because she still had her son and daughter, who were her own flesh and blood. She said, "Good child, your mother-in-law is sorry."
"Mother-in-law, tell me the truth, are you really suffering from heart failure?"
The mother-in-law nodded, and Jin He's tears instantly streamed down her face. Perhaps it was because she felt sorry for the pitiful and sorrowful old woman, or perhaps it was because she felt sorry for herself.
"Then, could you cut off contact with your uncle and mother and come to the city with me for treatment?"
“It can’t be cured,” the mother-in-law said. “This old woman doesn’t need to spend so much money on treatment. Xiaohe, I’m sorry, you should leave now and don’t bother with my treatment anymore.”
"Don't come back, just leave."
Jin He forgot how he left the small village step by step. The arguing behind him gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of the wind echoing in his ears. He seemed to have received a phone call, but he forgot who it was from.
But it doesn't matter.
Haicheng had a very heavy snowfall this year.
I wish I could die in the snow like Min Huai.
Is my father waiting for me on the other side?
He randomly picked a rock and sat down. His heart ached terribly, and his head throbbed. He wished he could just die in the snow.
Jin He's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly heard a sharp screech of brakes. His arm was pulled, and he fell into the other person's arms as if he had no bones.
How warm it is.
This startled An Yi greatly: "Jin He! Jin He! What's wrong with you?"
"I..." Jin He opened her mouth, her heart aching and her nose stinging, and what came out was a broken sob, "I, I don't want to come anymore... I, I'm so tired, I'm so tired..."
An Yi carefully observed Jin He's expression and noticed that his face had turned an abnormal red. He was shocked and quickly reached out to touch it, but was burned by the scalding temperature.
You have a fever!
Jin He was still crying softly, humming something like, "So tired, so very tired, Xue Li..."
Did the fever make him stupid?
An Yi directly supported Jin He's body, and the two of them lifted her up in their arms. However, they were surprised by the light weight in their arms. Jin He had been taking Chinese medicine for the past six months and had been trying her best to eat, but how could she still be so light?
It was inconvenient for An Yi to hold Jin He, so he directly used his cheek to feel the temperature of Jin He's forehead. The more he tried, the more frightened he became. He didn't know how long Jin He had been burning up. If the fever continued like this, there would definitely be problems. But now Jin He was already in a state of delirium, burying her face in An Yi's arms, clutching his clothes and crying softly.
An Yi was afraid that he might actually get seriously ill from the fever, so he quickly put him in the car. He was also worried that Jin He might get dehydrated from crying so much in such a high temperature, so he put his own water bottle in Jin He's hand.
However, he forgot that Jin He, a patient with a high fever, couldn't drink any water at all. Perhaps he knew this, but he didn't have time to waste. He fastened Jin He's seatbelt and stepped on the gas, driving off several times while speeding. Finally, he stopped the car at the entrance, put a mask on Jin He's face, picked him up, and rushed towards the emergency room.
Jin He was already in a semi-conscious state, his head tilted back weakly, and his fingertips twitched occasionally.
The doctor was startled when two masked men suddenly rushed into the emergency room, one of whom was completely unconscious. The nurses and doctors immediately surrounded them. An Yi, holding Jin He, who was burning hot, said, "He is eighteen years old, has anemia, stomach ulcers, and is allergic to amoxicillin."
The doctor said "okay" twice, and the hospital bed was pushed over. An Yi put Jin He on the bed and ran to the door of the examination room. His fingers were slightly bent, as if they still retained the warmth of Jin He's body.
He could still almost hear Jin He's soft, persistent sobs echoing in his ears. Jin He said, "I'm so tired..."
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