The towel that covered Song Kangning's wound was quickly dyed red.

The ambulance came quickly, as the Phoenix Hospital was not far from the courtyard, only two blocks away.

It's just that because Song Kangning was injured in the head, everyone didn't dare to move her, for fear of aggravating the injury.

Zheng Chanying followed her injured daughter into the ambulance, but suddenly remembered that she didn't have any money in her pocket.

She whispered to the emergency doctor in the car, "Wait a minute......

"Oh no, you guys go first, I'll go back and get the money, and I'll go to the hospital myself......"

Before the words fell, the landlady handed in a wad of money from outside the car door: "Take this 300 yuan to treat the child's injuries first." ”

"If it's not enough, I'll get it again. ”

Before Zheng Chanying could make a move, a nurse next to her took the money and quickly closed the car door.

Originally, seeing that her son had opened Song Kangning's head, the female homeowner was so worried that she had lost her momentum just now.

I'm afraid that Song Kangning is really dead, so won't her son become a murderer?

She understands this common sense very well because her brother often said in front of her two nephews that they should not do illegal things.

How do you know that she was scared when she patronized, and without paying attention, she asked her man to take three hundred yuan out of the house, and took the initiative to hand it to the vixen, and promised not enough to give it again!

The landlady looked at the ambulance that had already driven away, and wanted to chase after it.

She turned around and said angrily to the landlady: "You stupid, you actually took 300 yuan to others!"

"How long will it take to collect the rent of 300 yuan?"

The more she talked, the more angry she became, and the landlady shouted out the words she had always kept in her heart: "You fuck, you still have to give money, my family's money is blowing in the wind?"

"I think you're just fascinated by that vixen......"

The male landlord did think that Zheng Chanying was better looking and temperamental than his wife, but he had never had that kind of thought, and he didn't understand how his wife could think so.

Angry, he wrinkled his brows and shouted in a low voice: "Your son injured someone, shouldn't our family take money to treat others!"

"You think you hurt someone for nothing!"

"Also, you'd better pray that Wufu child is okay, otherwise you think the child's elders will spare your son!"

The landlady puffed the eggplant, and then she remembered that Song Kangning's uncle was the boss of her brother's immediate boss.

Other people also agreed with the male homeowner's words, although they didn't want to provoke the unreasonable female homeowner, but some of them were not popular: "Sister-in-law Zhang, everyone knows that your boss injured the child in Wufu, so you have to pay to cure the person!"

"Yes, yes, that's human nature. ”

"Wouldn't it be good to go to the wealth to avoid disasters? Otherwise, if people don't rescue them, your eldest son will have to pay for his life. ”

"There is also a possibility that if the person does not die, but there are sequelae, then your family will have to pay for many years. ”

"It's not, it's the head that hurts, who knows what will go wrong!"

Everyone talked one after another, and the landlady was terrified, how much money did the family have to pay this time.

She turned her head and saw her eldest son with a look of remorse, so she stepped forward and hammered her fist twice: "You say, what kind of stick are you holding, you can't beat it with your hands!"

Many of the neighbors were eyed by how this was spoken.