Chapter 245: Future Ruined
Aunt Zhang's expression immediately changed from speechless to one full of contempt.
She said disdainfully: "Huifang, didn't you say that Song Yunting was favored by the chief's daughter?
Why is he still gambling?
Why do you still owe so much gambling debt?
Why was he expelled from school?
Haha, I knew you were bragging! ”
Zhou Huifang felt as if she had been hit on the head with a stick several times. She was so frightened that she was at a loss what to do.
She shrilled, "Impossible! That call must have been a wrong one!"
Our Yunting is an excellent student in school, how could he be in debt and gamble?
Nonsense! This must be nonsense! ”
Zhou Huifang went back cursing. Although she spoke toughly, she was actually very panicked inside.
I wanted to ask whether the phone call was true or false, but I didn't know who to ask to confirm it.
Song Xiaotao comforted Zhou Huifang: "Mom, there must be a mistake. My brother is not that kind of person at all. Let's not panic for now. Let's wait and see. Maybe my brother will call us tomorrow."
Zhou Huifang had no choice but to nod and wait patiently for a day.
I never received a call from Song Yunting.
So she had to wait patiently for another day.
At noon that day, the shop owner yelled at the top of his voice: "Zhou Huifang, come and answer the phone quickly, it's from Beijing!"
Zhou Huifang, Song Xiaotao and Song Chun'e, mother and daughter, were so excited that they were going crazy.
Song Chun'e: "Mom, I told you that brother is fine! It must be brother who called!"
Song Xiaotao: "Brother must be fine! Mom, go answer the phone!"
Zhou Huifang was so happy that her features were squeezed into a ball. She ran out and cursed, "That stinky boy Yun Ting finally called me. Humph, I was laughed at by Aunt Zhang for two days in vain!"
Song Xiaotao and Song Chun'e both followed Zhou Huifang happily.
Zhou Huifang picked up the phone under the disdainful gaze of the store owner, and said proudly: "I said I made a mistake with the last call, but you didn't believe me. Look, Yun Ting is calling me!"
Then, she excitedly shouted into the microphone: "Hello, Yunting, I'm mom!"
An impatient voice came from the other side.
"Hello, are you Song Yunting's mother Zhou Huifang?
Didn’t I tell you that Song Yunting was hospitalized with a fever and asked you to come to Beijing as soon as possible? Why haven’t you arrived yet?
Your son's fever is over 40 degrees, come to Beijing immediately!
Song Yunting is at the 312 Hospital, run faster!
By the way, bring more money, as I still owe medical bills! ”
Zhou Huifang was stunned for a moment, her vision went dark, and she almost fell down.
Fortunately, Song Xiaotao and Song Chun'e were quick to act and supported her one on each side.
The shop owner snorted coldly: "Huh, didn't you say you dialed the wrong number?
Zhou Huifang, you'd better pack up and go to Beijing!
Otherwise those creditors will beat you, Yun Ting, again. ”
Zhou Huifang felt like the sky had fallen. Could it be that the son she was so proud of really had become addicted to gambling?
Zhou Huifang told Song Xiaotao and Song Chun'e to take good care of the house, packed two sets of clothes and went to the train station, buying a ticket for a train to Beijing that evening.
She asked along the way and finally found the 312 Hospital. After checking Song Yunting's bed number at the nurse station, she rushed to the ward.
Seeing Song Yunting lying on the bed and unconscious from fever, Zhou Huifang almost went crazy and cried loudly while hugging Song Yunting.
When Zhou Huifang saw that Song Yunting's entire left hand and left foot were wrapped in white gauze, she was even more surprised and cried even more miserably.
Song Yunting had a high fever yesterday, but today it has turned into a low fever and he is just sleeping now.
Zhou Hui's crying woke him up.
Song Yunting opened his eyes and saw Zhou Huifang sitting in front of him. He said apologetically, "Mom, why are you here?"
Zhou Huifang asked excitedly: "Yun Ting, your school teacher called and said that you were expelled because of gambling debts. Is this true?"
Song Yunting has received the official notice of expulsion from the school, and he is no longer a student of the School of Political Science and Law.
Song Yunting gnashed his teeth and said, "So what if I don't go to college? As long as Ji Weiwei is still pregnant with my child, as long as Ji Weiwei still loves me, I have a chance to make a comeback!
With the help of the Ji family, I can still make a name for myself in the future! ”
Zhou Huifang repeated, "Son, were you really fired?"
She couldn't help but burst into tears. In her opinion, going to college was a great thing, but her son was expelled from school!
So cruel!
As Zhou Huifang started crying, Song Yunting became more and more angry.
He shouted impatiently: "What's the use of crying! Can crying solve the problem?"
Zhou Huifang stopped crying and asked distressedly, "Yun Ting, what happened to your hand? What happened to your foot?"
Song Yunting thought of the inhuman torture he suffered that night, and a chill ran down his back.
He said viciously: "My fingers are broken, my feet are broken! But I will not let those bastards go!"
After hearing this, Zhou Huifang felt even more heartbroken and tears started streaming down her face.
Only then did she notice that there were several newspapers on the bedside table, which actually contained photos of Song Yunting gambling.
The title of the report is even more straightforward and eye-catching.
"The students of the University of Political Science and Law are deeply involved in gambling and their future is ruined!"
There are even more exaggerated ones, with eight words directly: "Political Science and Law students, shameless scum!"
Below is still the photo of Song Yunting gambling.
Zhou Huifang picked up the newspapers tremblingly and read through them one by one. Only then did he believe that his son was really addicted to gambling...
Song Yunting stayed in the hospital for a day. The next day, his fever had completely subsided, so he decided to be discharged.
The school had helped to advance the medical expenses for his hospitalization over the past few days. Now that his mother is here, the school naturally will not advance the medical expenses for him anymore.
Zhou Huifang spent two dollars to buy a crutch from a junk stall, and Song Yunting limped out of the hospital using the crutch.
He had no relatives in Beijing and no place to stay, so he had to rent a cheap, shabby house to stay there temporarily.
He secretly contacted his former college roommate and learned from him that Ji Weiwei had dropped out of school.
Ji Weiwei's condition has plummeted since her miscarriage.
Ji Jinzhong directly arranged for her to take a leave of absence from school. After Ji Weiwei was discharged from the hospital, she was locked up at home by Ji Jinzhong.
Song Yunting tried to call Ji Weiwei, but Ji Jinzhong had already cut off the call to Ji's house.
Song Yunting did not give up. He limped outside the military district’s family compound on crutches, hoping to meet Ji Weiwei.
Of course Ji Jinzhong would not let him go. On the contrary, he had been looking for an opportunity to kill Song Yunting.
That day, Song Yunting planned to try his luck at another casino.
There was Wang Dongxu in the previous casino, and he owed Wang Dongxu a lot of money, so naturally he didn't dare to show up again.
Song Yunting found a smaller casino hidden in a deep, narrow and run-down alley.
Song Yunting only had twenty yuan left on him, and he dreamed of turning twenty yuan into two hundred or even two thousand yuan through one night's hard work.
But his dream was soon shattered.
As soon as Song Yunting walked into the alley, he was hit on the head with a stick and fainted instantly.
When I woke up again, my hands and feet had been stuffed into a smelly sack, and a smelly towel was stuffed in my mouth. I couldn't make a sound.
He curled up in the sack and couldn't see the outside environment clearly, but he felt something shaky underneath him and guessed that he was in a truck.
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