Chapter Twenty-Nine: Not a Home
Originally, Wu Cheng came to discuss Qi Hong's affairs with He Wei and Lei Zhibin, but he didn't expect Hei Xiaohu to drive Wu Cheng away with a diagonal kick, the more Wu Cheng thought about it, the more angry he became, and there was a trolley in front of him that passed the traffic light a little slower, and he slammed the horn vigorously.
At this time, Wu Cheng's mobile phone rang, and when he saw the familiar number, his heart was furious, and he took it easily.
"What? I'm driving! Wu Cheng roared.
The call was from his second sister Wu Yuehong, this second sister is the most honest of the four sisters and brothers of the Wu family, and she is also the most despised by everyone.
"Third child, did you give the mother's pension money? It's been half a year, shouldn't you give the 1,000 yuan? Wu Yuehong's questioning voice came from the other side of the phone.
Wu Cheng's old mother is still there, nearly eighty-one years old living in an ancestral house in the countryside, and the three brothers each have a pension of 1,000 yuan a year.
I don't have much patience for the old mother Wu Cheng, the old lady is special, she likes to scold, and she doesn't like to be clean, she was confinement sick when she was young, and she coughed non-stop in winter.
Wu Cheng's eldest brother and younger brother are contractors and drive big trucks outside. One of these two is a strict wife, and the other doesn't care about anything, they haven't given pension money for two years, and they don't care about the old lady's life or death.
"Money, money, money, you know how to ask for money? You're not a mother's daughter, are you? You don't have a maintenance obligation, do you? Have you ever given a hundred yuan for her birthday every time she has a pension? If it's okay, you know to ask me? Am I having a good time now? Why don't you ask them to ask for it? Are they all dead? ”
Wu Cheng split his head and covered his face with a reprimand, and he was angry.
"Whatever you want, if you don't give it, forget it, my mother is hospitalized, it's in the third hospital, do you love to come."
The phone hangs up.
Wu Cheng was a little annoyed, threw his mobile phone again, and went straight to the hospital with a dozen steering wheels.
Wu Cheng saw his mother in the ward of the cardio and brain department, the old lady's hair was white, her body was shriveled and thin, her fingers were swollen and deformed because of gout, like bamboo roots with dry and black hair, her face was no longer bloody, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, like dry old bark, and the thin body and the wide hospital gown were now in sharp contrast, like a leaf, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
The old lady was lying on the bed watching TV, her hair was knotted and smelly because she hadn't washed it for a long time. Looking at his mother Wu Cheng, he couldn't help but feel upset, usually the old lady didn't toss a lot, today she wants to support the elderly, tomorrow she wants to come to live in the city, and the day after tomorrow she has to go back to her hometown, three days and two hexagrams, Wu Cheng has long had enough.
Wu Yuehong sat on the side with a knife and was peeling fruit.
"You're here." The old lady took the initiative to say hello.
Wu Cheng asked loudly with a dark face, "What's wrong with you?" What kind of hospital do you live in? Don't you know that this kind of place can you get sick even if you don't have a disease? ”
"I have a cough and my heart hurts." The old lady's voice was much quieter, and she pursed her lips.
"How many years have you been coughing? That's not curable, don't you know? What's wrong with this time? Wu Cheng casually picked up the diagnostic report on the table.
Myocardial infarction, coronary heart disease, hypertension, old and slow bronchia, memory loss, fatty liver ......
Wu Cheng didn't finish reading it and threw it aside.
"People have all kinds of diseases when they are old, and they usually tell you to eat less meat, but you don't listen, but now it's okay, right? Pain, right? I'm dozens of years old and can't understand people's words, you look at someone else's look like you, didn't I buy you clothes? Dressed like a beggar, you don't think I'm ashamed, I'm sorry......" Wu Cheng spoke with a gun and a stick, which was very harsh.
Several patients on the side looked at each other.
"Damn, I haven't paid the hospitalization fee and medical bills yet, I've already called them, and they've already called 2,000 yuan." Wu Yuehong said on the side.
"Don't want them to pay, I still have a passbook, and I will be discharged from the hospital when I spend it all." The old lady shuddered and pulled out a patched sock.
Wu Cheng shook it open and saw that there were hundreds of yuan in change and a passbook of 2,700 yuan, which was all the old lady's savings.
"Others raise children to prevent old age, what does my mother do to raise children." Wu Yuehong said coldly on the side, the meaning was obvious, Wu Cheng couldn't touch the money.
The others also looked at Wu Cheng, the mother was sick and had to pay for the medical expenses by herself, and there was really no difference between whether this son wanted or not.
Wu Cheng couldn't afford to lose face if he didn't want to pay, so he dropped his socks and picked up the list and left in a hurry, and came to the payment window to pay the hospitalization fee for three days.
The doctor called Wu Cheng aside and explained the situation in detail, the old lady's illness must not be curable, but if you pay attention to your diet, you should be able to live for a while. In addition, he had to arrange for someone to take care of him.
When he returned to the ward, Wu Cheng didn't say anything, tilted his head and didn't say a word, his expression was so annoyed and unhappy, as if he had seen the enemy.
In the afternoon, Wu Cheng's wife Li Qinglian came to the hospital, and as soon as she entered the door, the woman began to shout.
"Every time something happens, you come to our house, and you do a lot of things that are not pleased, you see, who has seen you when you are lying here to die or live? We all have things to do, so I'm free to take care of you, and I'll be discharged from the hospital as soon as I get better, I'm very busy all day, and we're going to die, and we can't get by......"
Li Qinglian is a loud voice, and her speech is even more ugly than Wu Cheng's, like a cannon, she keeps talking, and in a word, her family has no money for the old lady's treatment, and she has no time to take care of it.
In the dim light, the metal logo on Li Qinglian's LV bag flashed with a faint light, and the old lady didn't say a word from beginning to end.
After the two of them vented, they left without looking back, and the old lady just sighed and didn't say anything more.
"The old thing has lived for so long, forget it when it's dead, what are we people doing with it? I don't understand, what kind of hospital is she living in......"
In the car, Li Qinglian was still talking non-stop, with a big face like a pig's head on her plump body of more than 200 catties, and she looked like a female ghost with heavy makeup. The fat of that body squeezed out of the cheongsam looked awkward and awkward.
"Shut up!"
Wu Cheng couldn't stand it anymore and stopped the car on the side of the road.
"What do you say? You told me to shut up? I won't shut up, I'm going to say, aren't we quieter when your mother dies? Has anyone else contributed a penny for what she has eaten and worn over the years? We have done our duty, every time something happens, we know to call us, we are easy to talk, aren't we? Is our money coming from the flood? ”
"Okay, you go ahead."
Wu Cheng opened the car door and strode away, he was really fed up with this family.
His mother annoys him all day long, and his wife is a dead wife, so she knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, buy brand-name cosmetics, buy bags, either play mahjong or watch TV at home, don't cook, don't sweep the floor, don't pick up children, just a rich wife.
If it wasn't necessary, Wu Cheng would never go home, he wouldn't want to face the fat pig for a second.