Uncle Zhang sent the aunt and sister-in-law away.
The hospital provides nutritious meals at noon, and it seems that no salt is added to any dish. Uncle Zhang, who has always been used to being frugal, complains but eats anyway.
The door of the ward was pushed open, and a girl in her twenties walked in and said in Mandarin: "Mr. Zhang, my master asked me to bring you some food."
Uncle Zhang was stunned. Weren't all the landlords eliminated after liberation? Where did these landlords come from?
The girl said, "It's our Mr. Liu Xiangnian, the grandfather of your nephew's husband. He also likes Shanghainese cuisine. He knew you were also hospitalized here, so he asked his family to make some more and brought some for you."
The girl put the lunch box on the table and turned to leave.
As the saying goes, a man who takes from someone else is grateful, and a man who eats from someone else is soft-hearted. His father-in-law has no intention of recognizing him, so how can he enjoy his food?
Uncle Zhang followed her out with the lunch box. The girl had already returned to Liu Xiangnian's ward. Uncle Zhang brought the lunch box in and saw Liu Xiangnian eating in small sips while receiving an IV drip.
"His uncle, what are you doing? I don't have any other ideas. I just happened to be in a hospital. My family burned one for me and I brought one for you as well. It was a by-product." After chemotherapy, Liu Xiangnian looked very bad. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Looking at the frail old man in front of him, Uncle Zhang couldn't bear to say that there was no relationship between them. After all, they were just well-intentioned. He waved his hand: "No, no. My niece and nephew-in-law have prepared it for me. No, thank you!"
"His uncle, I really envy you. Your niece and nephew-in-law treat you like their own father. One of my sons is in the mainland and has a deep misunderstanding with me. Another son died in a car accident many years ago. At this time, I can't sleep at night. I think about the future, when I go there, there won't even be anyone smashing pots in the mourning hall." As he spoke, Liu Xiangnian poked his chopsticks into the rice and tears fell into the bowl. "It's all my own fault. I regret it! Why did I let his grandmother go back to the mainland alone..."
Uncle Zhang looked around. The entire ward was empty except for the little girl who brought him meals. It was quite a sin.
This little girl is Liu Xiangnian’s caregiver. She came to Hong Kong from the mainland to make a living. She was a nurse in a city hospital in the mainland. Naturally, she couldn’t be a nurse here, so she worked as a private caregiver.
Liu Xiangnian waved his hand and the girl came over with a basin and stood in front of Liu Xiangnian. It couldn't be said that Liu Xiangnian was pretending, as chemotherapy was indeed uncomfortable and would cause vomiting. He opened his mouth and vomited out everything he had just managed to eat.
Looking at him, I wish I could vomit out my heart and lungs. Uncle Zhang also looks like... He is already an old man, alas!
Liu Xiangnian wiped his mouth and pointed at the hanging medicine: "Sorry, I'm undergoing chemotherapy and I have a strong reaction to these medicines."
"It's okay, it's okay." Uncle Zhang said it was okay, but the sour smell made him sick. He said, "You have a good rest. I'm going home. Don't bring the food. I can't speak about my sister's father-in-law's family affairs. If you really want to talk, tell Ah Qian. Ah Qian is as reasonable as his father. The family is very affectionate."
Being stared at with desperate eyes by such a pitiful old man, Uncle Zhang fled back to his ward. He looked at the remaining food on the table, and as a person who never tolerated waste, he really couldn't eat it.
He lay in bed and thought that if he were at home, he would be wearing a straw hat and setting up a net to catch fish. But here he was just like a pig, eating and sleeping.
Then go to sleep! But how can you really sleep? In his mind is the image of the old man eating with a pair of chopsticks counting rice grains, tears dripping into the bowl. He sighed, knowing that he should harden his heart, but he just couldn't.
Uncle Zhang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Liu Xiangnian was talking on the phone: "So he has two sons? Two daughters? They are farmers in the countryside. Their family income is not more than 3,000 or 4,000 yuan a year? The normal income of mainland farmers. This operation here will cost about 200,000 yuan? Okay, you bring me 500,000 yuan in cash. Right!"
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