I can hardly hide my alien identity

Chapter 90
The nanny reminded Yang Bowen in a low voice, "The old man knew he was wrong, he was sick and confused."

Recently, family work, mother's illness and all kinds of pressures have come to Yang Bowen.

He sleeps less than four hours a day, and his eyes are bloodshot.

The estimated survival rate of the mother is not high, and she has to be busy looking for a doctor and looking up information.I finally went to bed early today, only to be woken up by a phone call.

Came here non-stop.

Yang Bowen really felt a bit devastated, "Look at how he knew he was wrong... Various health care products, nutritious products, and magical medicines and earthen prescriptions, how much did he buy?"

With a bang, Yang Bowen pulled the door of the cupboard, and all kinds of boxes and bags piled full fell to the ground.

It was posted on the outside wall, on the small advertisement on the telephone pole.

If you want to be in good health, Shenxian Pill is indispensable.

The personal bodyguard of health and longevity, please look for Kangyuan nutrient solution.

Eliminate cancer cells, I am your best choice.

....
Yang Bowen stepped on these boxes in disgust, itching the teeth of those who sell health care medicines for the elderly.

His father's pension of several thousand yuan a month is all here, and he has also used a lot of savings.

Fortunately, he woke up quickly, otherwise the coffin book would have been cheated away.

He took all his bank cards away, unexpectedly, he secretly hid money to buy them.

I was going to piss myself off.

Yang Bowen wanted to swear, and the harsh words came to his throat, but he watched his father look at him pitifully.

Just like the expression he had when he did something wrong when he was a child and was afraid of being scolded by his parents, Yang Bowen's heart softened again.

Taking a deep breath, holding back the upset, he asked seriously, "How much did you spend this time?"

"Do you remember who sold it to you?"

Yang Bowen was thinking about whether he could get the money back.

Uncle Yang didn't think he was wrong, but seeing his son's furious appearance, he was too scared to speak.

After shrinking my head for a while, I whispered: "Four, four thousand... They won't let me tell you, and they didn't see anyone."

"Four thousand?" Yang Bowen almost roared.

"Do you know how much money it takes for mom to be sick now?"

"Didn't see anyone?" the liar said.

"Can you rest easy..." As he spoke, Yang Bowen's annoyed voice began to choke.

Uncle Yang didn't know why, and when he saw his son crying, he panicked.

He clumsily held his son in his arms and patted him on the back, "Did a classmate bully you at school? Don't be afraid, Dad will support you."

"Dad, I'm already fifty, and you still treat me like a child." Being hugged, Yang Bowen's mood also recovered a lot.

"Nonsense, what is 50 years old, you are clearly only in your teens now, and you have just entered the first year of junior high school."

Yang Bowen: ...

After finally coaxing the old man well, Yang Bowen leaned on the sofa with a tired face and squinted his eyes.

Then he asked the nanny: "Didn't I tell you to pay attention to the old man and not let strangers approach him."

The nanny shouted injustice, "I dare to swear, I followed the old man every step of the way."

"The only thing I didn't follow him was when I went to bed at night."

"Even when I'm sleeping, I will get up in two or three hours and go to the bedroom to see the old man."

Yang Bowen frowned, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I was a little impatient just now."

"It's okay, I understand." She has seen a lot, and she has been a nanny for so many years, and she also knows how troublesome it is to have a patient with Alzheimer's disease at home.

Not to mention the employer's family, in addition to the father's dementia, the mother also suffered from stomach cancer.

The son of this family is suffering~

Nanny: "I guess the counterfeit drug dealer just came here to cheat the old man."

"I saw that the old man had fallen asleep at night, so I went back to the room. After sleeping for about an hour, I heard the old man calling for Xiuqin outside, saying that he bought medicine for her."

"I guess it's about that time."

"Forget it. You can only take care of him yourself."

Yang Bowen suddenly remembered, "Where did all his money come from?"

"Maybe it's the private money hidden in the past."

By the way, Yang Bowen asked the nanny about the old man's recent situation, and said a few more words.

It was getting late, and Yang Bowen didn't plan to go back again, so he was tossing back and forth.I'm going to lie down with my father for the night.

Early the next morning, he had to rush to the hospital to take care of his mother.

As a result, when he pushed open the bedroom door, the quilt on the bed was folded neatly, and there was no sign of the old man anywhere.

He looked around in a panic, but there was nothing in the cabinet under the bed.

All kinds of bad pictures played back and forth in his mind, and his hands and feet felt cold in an instant, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen if an old man with Alzheimer's disease ran out by himself.

Not caring about anything, Yang Bowen's mind went blank, only: he has to find the old man quickly.

After searching frantically all night, Yang Bowen mobilized all his relatives and friends to search everywhere, by the pond, by the river, on the road... for fear of hearing bad news.

Just after dawn after reporting the case from the police station, he received a call from his wife, saying that the old man is now in the fucking ward.

On the way back, Yang Bowen thought a lot.

For example: How did the old man find the hospital?How did it go?
The mother was hospitalized, and the family members tacitly did not tell the old man, and the home was twelve kilometers away from the hospital. How did he, an old man who was trembling even when he walked, get there?
No one knows what Uncle Yang experienced that night.

When Yang Bowen arrived, he saw his father sleeping soundly on his mother's hospital bed, as dirty as an old beggar.

His mother gently wiped his hands and face with a wet towel little by little.

Seeing someone, Yang Bowen heaved a sigh of relief, but his anger surged upwards.

There is such an old man in the family, who can support it.

"Hush...be quiet."

Fang Xiuqin put down the towel, still keeping her eyes on the person on the bed, and said softly: "I know you are angry, and blame your father for adding to your burden."

"But have you ever thought about it, when you were very young, you also liked to run around, and people disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"We didn't dare to blink our eyes, we have been guarding you and watching you grow up slowly."

"When you were young, your dad would patiently communicate with you, answer your various questions, and tell you over and over again what you can and can't do. Now your dad is old and sick. You just make trouble like a child...can you be a little more tolerant and patient with him?"

Fang Xiuqin's words made Yang Bowen burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

He was indeed full of complaints and blame....
"Yes, I'm sorry..."

"Well, son is fine."

At some point, Uncle Yang opened his eyes, hid in the quilt and secretly looked out at his son.

Looking cautiously, Yang Bowen felt sad and guilty.

I don't know when, his father, who used to be steadfast, was always cautious towards him.

"Son, I gave your mother medicine, and she will get better soon. Can you not let her separate from me?"

Yang Bowen: ...
God can prove that he wanted to speak softly, but his annoying father...

(End of this chapter)