Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 1158 Yan Jiecheng on Crutches
"Dad, wait a moment. I'll go borrow money now." Yan Jiefang frowned and responded to the third uncle helplessly, then turned around and hurried to the workshop.

His mind was in a mess, with his mind full of the image of his brother Yan Jiecheng lying in the hospital waiting for help. He didn't notice at all that the third uncle had taken the opportunity to ask for a lot of extra money.

Back in the workshop, Yan Jiefang walked straight towards Master Zhou who was busy working. Master Zhou was concentrating on fiddling with the tools in his hands, and the machines beside him were making bursts of roars.

"Master Zhou, Master Zhou!" Yan Jiefang raised his voice and shouted, trying to cover the noisy sound of the machines.

Master Zhou raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw it was Yan Jiefang, he nodded slightly, but did not stop the work in his hands.

Yan Jiefang hurried forward and said anxiously: "Master Zhou, I want to borrow a hundred yuan from you. It's urgent!"

But the workshop was too noisy, and Master Zhou didn't hear what Yan Jiefang said clearly, he just saw his mouth opening and closing. So Master Zhou put down his work, pulled Yan Jiefang to a quieter place, and asked him again seriously: "Jiefang, what did you say just now? Speak louder, it's too noisy here."

Yan Jiefang took a deep breath and raised his voice and said, "Master Zhou, my brother Yan Jiecheng has a broken leg and is now in the hospital waiting for surgery. My father said it will cost a hundred yuan to treat the injury, so I want to borrow some money from you for emergency."

When Master Zhou heard this, his brows immediately furrowed. He stared at Yan Jiefang for a long time, then slowly said, "Jiefang, it's not that I don't want to lend you the money, but I think you might have been cheated by your uncle. Why would you need a hundred dollars to treat a leg injury? There must be something fishy going on."

Yan Jiefang disagreed. He shook his head firmly and said, "Master Zhou, what are you talking about? Third Uncle is my father, how could he lie to me? My brother is in a critical condition and needs money to save his life. I have to collect enough money and send it to him."

Master Zhou looked at Yan Jiefang's determined and undoubting face, knowing that it was useless to persuade him at this time. He sighed helplessly and said, "Jiefang, since you trust your uncle so much, I will help you this time. But I only have ten yuan on me right now, so you should take it for emergency." As he said that, Master Zhou took out the wrinkled ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jiefang.

Yan Jiefang took the money, his heart full of gratitude, and said quickly: "Thank you, Master Zhou, you are really a great help. I will pay you back as soon as I get my salary."

Afterwards, Yan Jiefang ran around the workshop and found several familiar workers. He told them again and again that his brother was injured and needed money urgently. Seeing his anxious look, the workers also lent a hand. Some took out five yuan, some took out eight yuan, and some took out more than ten yuan.

In this way, Yan Jiefang spent a lot of effort and finally collected a hundred yuan. He tightly grasped the scattered money and hurried to the factory gate.

The third uncle was pacing anxiously at the door. When he saw Yan Jiefang, his eyes lit up. Yan Jiefang walked up and handed the hundred yuan to the third uncle. As he handed it over, he asked with some concern: "Dad, are you kidding me? Does it really cost so much to treat this injury?"

When the third uncle heard this, he straightened his back immediately, patted his chest hard, and said loudly: "Jiefang, what are you talking about! I am your father, how could I fool you? Your brother's injury is very serious. The doctor said that this hundred yuan may not be enough. I was wondering whether I should borrow more money."

After listening to the Third Uncle's words, Yan Jiefang's doubts were slightly dissipated. He looked at the Third Uncle and said, "Okay, Dad, you quickly take the money to the hospital to pay for my brother's surgery. I have to go back to work. I will go to the hospital to see my brother after I am done."

The uncle responded, took the money happily, got on his bicycle and rushed to the hospital.
This time he earned 80 yuan at once, making up for all his previous losses. The smartest person in the world is Yan Bugui.

Uncle San rode his bicycle panting and groaning, and rushed to the hospital. As soon as he entered the ward, Aunt San came to greet him, staring at the money in Uncle San's hand, and asked anxiously: "Old man, how are you? How much money did you get from Jiefang?"

The third uncle deliberately frowned, pretending to be sad and helpless, and sighed heavily and said, "Oh, don't mention it. Jiefang is too stingy. I tried my best to persuade him, but he only gave me fifty yuan.
When the third aunt heard this, her eyes widened with disbelief: "What? Only fifty yuan? Why is this kid like this? His brother is injured so badly, why doesn't he give more?"

The third uncle echoed this, shaking his head and muttering, "That's right, I was hoping he could get more, but this is all he got.

Actually, the third uncle was secretly proud of himself. He had secretly hidden the other fifty yuan and planned to save it for his own use in the future. He had no intention of giving it all to Yan Jiecheng for surgery. After listening to the third aunt's complaints, the third uncle felt a little uneasy, but he still pretended to be helpless.

He then paid the medical bills.

After paying the fee, the doctors and nurses immediately began to prepare for the operation for Yan Jiecheng. The third uncle and aunt waited anxiously outside the operating room. Every minute and every second seemed extremely long to them. The third aunt kept pacing back and forth in the corridor, her hands tightly clasped together, and she prayed in her mouth: "God, please bless my Jiecheng's operation to go smoothly, and don't let anything go wrong." The third uncle was not idle either. He sat on the bench, staring at the door of the operating room, and stood up from time to time, stretching his neck to look inside, his face full of worry.

Finally, the door of the operating room opened and the doctor came out. Seeing this, the three uncles and aunts immediately surrounded him, their eyes full of nervousness and expectation.

The doctor took off his mask and said calmly, "The operation has been completed and was relatively successful. However, this injury is quite serious. Although we have tried our best, the effect cannot be guaranteed. Yan Jiecheng may have some problems in the future, such as incomplete recovery of leg function, and he may become disabled. Your family members should be mentally prepared. Take good care of the patient after the operation and follow the doctor's instructions for rehabilitation training. This may increase the possibility of recovery."

Just as the third uncle and aunt were immersed in the bad news that Yan Jiecheng might be disabled, Yan Jiecheng's weak voice came from the ward. He slowly woke up, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, but when he learned from his parents that although the operation was successful, he might be disabled, his eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were full of anger and despair.

"Xu Damao, and that Wang Weidong, they are all fucking bastards!" Yan Jiecheng cursed with gritted teeth, his voice trembling with excitement, "If Xu Damao hadn't attacked me without knowing the truth, would I have become like this? And Wang Weidong, relying on his good relationship with the police station to bully people, my leg is broken, they have to be held responsible!" The third uncle was originally worried about his son's injury, and when he heard what Yan Jiecheng said, he suddenly remembered the doubts that had been lingering in his mind. He frowned, stared at Yan Jiecheng and asked, "Jiecheng, stop cursing here. Tell me clearly, why did you go to that small yard? That's not our land, what are you doing there?"

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately became nervous. How could he dare to say that it was Zhong Yuemin who asked him to use antiques to frame Wang Weidong? If he did, it would be a big mess. Not only would he be in trouble, but more people might be implicated.

"Dad, it's just... it's just a misunderstanding." Yan Jiecheng avoided looking directly into the eyes of the third uncle, and stammered, "I just wanted to pick up the clothes that fell in, who knew it would turn out like this."

As soon as the third uncle heard him, he knew that he was not telling the truth. He widened his eyes and raised his voice to scold him: "Are you still lying to me? Do you think I'm a fool? How can you make such a fuss just because of picking up a piece of clothing? Don't mess around here. If I find out that you have done something shameful, I will break your other leg!"

Yan Jiecheng shrank his neck in fear and dared not say a word, but he was thinking about how to make this matter go away. At the same time, his hatred for Xu Damao and Wang Weidong deepened.

Yan Jiecheng stayed in the hospital for two days. Although the pain in his leg was still obvious, his condition was somewhat stable after the operation. But the third uncle felt like a cat was constantly scratching him. Looking at the increasing medical bills every day, he was heartbroken.

That day, the third uncle stood beside the bed and looked at Yan Jiecheng. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but say, "Jiecheng, I think you have almost recovered. Why don't we be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate. The expenses in this hospital are really too high. We can't afford such a toss."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he was furious. He pointed at the third uncle and angrily said, "Dad, you are so stingy! My leg is still injured, and the doctor said I need to be observed and treated here. You want me to leave the hospital just to save a little money? What if my leg gets damaged? What will I do in the future?"

The third uncle was embarrassed by Yan Jiecheng's scolding. His face flushed and he raised his voice to retort, "Humph, I'm stingy? Don't you see how the money was spent? If you hadn't gotten into so much trouble and messed around with Xu Damao, would you have broken your leg? Do I need to spend so much money here? And now you're blaming me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng was so angry that he trembled all over: "Dad, what are you talking about? Can I be blamed for everything? You know how hard Xu Damao hit me. I'm in such a state, and you're still arguing about money. Do you still act like a father?"

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The third uncle was not to be outdone: "I don't act like a father? All the money I saved with great effort has been wasted by your affairs. I even have to go out and borrow money to treat your injuries, and you are just lying here and complaining that I am stingy."

Although Yan Jiecheng was full of resentment towards the Third Uncle for asking him to leave the hospital, he still had to complete the task assigned by Zhong Yuemin. If he delayed in the hospital for too long, there might be even bigger troubles waiting for him. So he gritted his teeth and agreed reluctantly.

Seeing this, the third uncle hurried to handle the discharge procedures, and then supported Yan Jiecheng and walked slowly home step by step. Yan Jiecheng's leg injury had not healed yet, so he could only use a cane and had to walk carefully every step. He looked both embarrassed and pitiful.

When they finally got back to the compound and just entered the gate, Xu Damao was about to go out. He saw Yan Jiecheng leaning on a cane and was stunned at first, then a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Yan Jiecheng? What happened? Are you discharged from the hospital? I thought you would have to stay in the hospital for a year or so." Xu Damao crossed his arms and walked over slowly. He looked Yan Jiecheng up and down as he walked, his eyes full of sneers, "Look at how embarrassed he is with the crutches. Hahaha."

When Yan Jiecheng heard what Xu Damao said, he was so angry that his face turned red. He glared at Xu Damao fiercely and said with gritted teeth: "Xu Damao, don't add insult to injury here. What are you so proud of? If it weren't for you, would I have become like this?"

Xu Damao didn't take it seriously. He shrugged and said, "Hey, how can you blame me for this? It was obviously you who asked for it. You even wanted to break into the courtyard and bully Guan Tingting. I was just doing what was right. Don't confuse right and wrong."

Yan Jiecheng wanted to argue a few more words, but the third uncle pulled his arm and whispered, "Jiecheng, don't bother with him. Let's go home first." Yan Jiecheng had no choice but to glare at Xu Damao fiercely.

Xu Damao is very proud now.

Guan Tingting told Wang Weidong about Yan Jiecheng's trouble. Wang Weidong praised him and said that he might be promoted soon.

Humming a little tune, Xu Damao took small steps and left the courtyard.

Yan Jiecheng limped back home with the help of his uncle. He was so depressed. He had wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible to complete the task assigned by Zhong Yuemin, but now his leg was so injured that he couldn't even walk properly. He could only stay at home all day and could not do anything.

He sat on a chair in the room, looking at his leg in plaster and bandages, feeling helpless. Every time he moved, the pain in his leg reminded him that it was simply impossible for him to go out and do things in his current condition.

Yan Jiecheng knew that the task assigned by Zhong Yuemin could not be delayed. That guy was not someone to be trifled with. If he failed to complete the task, there might be serious consequences waiting for him. But now that he was in this state, he could not even think about doing the work.

"Damn Xu Damao, I will never let you go."