Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

It was the time when the county hospital was changing shifts and patients' families were coming out to get dinner. People were coming and going in front of the hospital gate, and bicycle bells were ringing all over the place.

A dilapidated oxcart suddenly stopped at the gate, carrying several sacks of rotten sweet potatoes and wet corn husks. The sour smell of cow dung, which had been fermenting all afternoon, instantly burst forth with the draft.

People coming and going around covered their mouths and noses, frowned, and walked around in disgust, muttering under their breath:

"Ugh... what's that smell? Why is the garbage collector parked at the front gate?"

"Look at the truck bed! There looks like a grown person curled up in that pile of rotten leaves!"

The young man and his colleague, whose hands and feet were already numb from the jolting, felt as if they had been granted a pardon upon hearing the sound. They scrambled off the cart, covered their noses, and rushed to help Sun Changyou.

"Brother Sun! We're here! We've arrived!"

Sun Changyou lay in the car for more than three hours, and his whole body was almost frozen through.

His once-impressive woolen overcoat was now covered in black and yellow sweet potato pulp, frozen solid by the cold wind. His hair was stale and covered in rotten grass, and his face was covered in black mud mixed with cold sweat, making him look like a beggar who had just been dug out of a mud pit.

As the two men helped him move downwards, his right arm was inevitably pulled again.

"Ouch—! Go easy! Fuck you, go easy!!"

Sun Changyou let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The shout was so shrill and piercing that it immediately drew the attention of half the people at the entrance of the courtyard.

Several employees pushing bicycles and family members carrying aluminum lunch boxes stopped and formed a semi-circle, pointing and gesturing at Sun Changyou lying on the ground.

"What happened to this person? Did they fall into the septic tank?"

"Look at that wrist, it's swollen like a purple eggplant, the bone is sticking out, it looks like it was run over by a tractor, didn't it?"

"You're dressed quite well, but why are you looking so filthy? Tsk tsk tsk..."

Sun Changyou lay on the ground, his entire body trembling with pain from his fat. The disdainful, monkey-like gazes pierced his face like needles, making him feel so ashamed he almost vomited blood.

He's always been a big boss who holds his head high wherever he goes, when has he ever suffered such a humiliating public humiliation?

"Look...look your mother's head! Get the hell out of here! Get out of my way!!"

Sun Changyou's face turned purple from holding it in, and he bared his teeth and howled at the crowd like a mad dog.

But his shout aggravated his injury, causing him to faint from the pain. He immediately vomited a mouthful of yellowish sour water, and was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head.

The young man, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, quickly and with another colleague, struggled to lift him from the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs into the outpatient hall:

"Doctor! Where's the doctor?! Come out and get him! He's broken a bone! He's going to die!!"

The old man driving the cart was quite relaxed, and didn't even get off.

He squinted at Sun Changyou, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, tucked his pipe into his waistband, patted his hands loudly on the inside pocket of his cotton-padded jacket where he had two hundred yuan, and cheerfully flicked his willow branch towards the cow's rump:

"Giddy up! Old buddy, let's head back to the brigade!"

The old ox flicked its tail, pulled the half-empty, dilapidated wooden cart, and slowly turned into the twilight, leaving behind only a foul, sour smell and a crowd of onlookers.

Two nurses on duty, pushing a stretcher and wearing white masks, rushed out of the lobby.

But as soon as the trolley was pushed in front of them, the pungent, rancid smell of rotten sweet potatoes hit them in the face. The nurse walking in front suddenly stopped, covered her mask with her white sleeve in disgust, and frowned deeply.

"Who brought this person here? Why do they smell like feces? What's wrong with the family? They didn't even give them a clean change of clothes before sending them to the hospital?!"

"Change your clothes! Where would I find clothes to change into!"

The young man, his face flushed with anxiety, frantically lifted Sun Changyou onto the flatbed cart with another worker, all the while shouting urging him on:

"Nurse, forget about the smell for now, hurry up and take a look at Brother Sun! His hand is so swollen, and he's been on a bumpy three-hour journey. What if something serious happens if we delay any longer? We'll register him and pay the fees; it's not like we're not going to pay—"

"What are you yelling about!"

The nurse at the front frowned and slapped away the young man's hand that was trying to shove under Sun Changyou's right arm.

"This is a hospital, not a market! The more you rush around and move things haphazardly, the more likely you are to break a bone. If you pull on it again, even a normal person could develop serious injury!"

The young man shrank back after being scolded and immediately dared not utter another word.

Although the nurse was rude, she didn't waste any time with her hands. She bent down and first carefully examined Sun Changyou's right wrist, which was already swollen and shiny. Then she held the back of his hand and gently touched a few of his bruised and stiff fingers.

"Can you move your fingers?"

"Can...can it my ass..."

Sun Changyou's mouth twitched in pain, and he had only managed to utter half a curse when the nurse raised her eyelids and glared at him coldly:

"Speak properly if you can."

"We know you're in pain, otherwise you wouldn't have come to the hospital. But if you don't cooperate, no one can treat you."

Sun Changyou's fat face turned pale and then red.

From morning till night, he was first beaten up by Old Zhou, then thrown into a mud pit by Zhao Shanhe, and later spent two hundred yuan to ride in a dilapidated oxcart carrying pig feed for more than three hours. Now that he has finally gotten into the county hospital, he was scolded in public by a nurse. The anger in his stomach is so intense that it feels like his lungs are about to burst.

But his right wrist was throbbing with pain, so he didn't dare to retaliate. He just gritted his teeth and took two deep breaths through his nose.

The nurse didn't bother arguing with him and turned to wave to her colleague:

"Don't touch the right side, support your waist and legs, and slowly lower them flat."

"Take him to the surgery department first and let the on-duty doctor take a look."

"We still need to take X-rays; you can't determine whether there's anything wrong with the bones just by looking at them."

Just as the nurse was about to push the cart, she seemed to remember something and glanced up at the people standing beside her:

"Who among you is his family member?"

The young man and the other guy were both stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously took a half-step back and shook their heads in unison.

"We just run errands for Brother Sun."

The nurse's brows furrowed even more deeply:

"What about his wife? What about his family?"

"Such a big person, injured like this, completely soaked in mud, who's going to look after them at the hospital tonight? Quickly notify their family and have them send over a set of clean clothes and some toiletries!"

The young man quickly nodded:

"His wife lives near the department store in the county. I'll go find her right now!"

"Then what are you waiting for?!"

The nurse glared at him, annoyed.

"One of you stay behind to pay and complete the paperwork, while the other hurrys off to call someone!"

"Hey! Hey!"

The young man felt like he had been granted a pardon and couldn't wait to get away from the stinking stretcher, so he ran out of the hospital as fast as he could.

The remaining workers gritted their teeth and pushed the cart, its wheels rattling over the cement floor, quickly shoving Sun Changyou into the treatment room deep in the corridor.

The ensuing ordeal nearly killed Sun Changyou.

When they cut his muddy coat, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered. When they took him to have X-rays taken, his fat trembled from being frozen on the cold iron plate.

Fortunately, Sun Changyou has a strong bone structure and is relatively resilient. When the X-ray was developed, it was found that his wrist bone was not broken, but his joint was dislocated, accompanied by severe muscle tears and contusions. His shoulder and back were also covered with a large area of ​​horrifying purplish-black bruises.

With a cold face, the doctor used cedar splints and thick gauze to tightly bind and fix his fat hand, which looked like a steamed bun, and then gave him a tetanus shot in the buttocks. The pain made Sun Changyou sweat so much that the yellowed sheets were soaked through.

By the time the commotion finally subsided, the night outside was as black as an overturned iron pot.

A dim, yellowish 15-watt tungsten filament lamp was lit in the ward.

The pungent smell of Lysol couldn't mask the stench of the damp, rotten cotton-padded coats under the bed.

The guy who stayed behind to handle the paperwork paid the money and had long since disappeared to smoke in some sheltered corridor; the young man who went to find his wife didn't even show up again.

Sun Changyou lay alone on his back on the cold, hard iron-framed hospital bed.

His right hand was in a sling across his chest, his whole body ached as if hundreds of ants were gnawing at his bones, the dried yellow mud on his face was taut and painful, and his throat was so dry it seemed to be sparking.

Sun Changyou was lying on the bed staring blankly when a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the door of the ward.

Immediately afterwards, the green canvas curtain hanging on the door frame was suddenly and forcefully ripped open.

"Nagatomo!"

A woman's loud voice boomed through the empty corridor, tinged with a hint of shrillness and panic.

Sun Changyou laboriously turned his neck and lifted his eyelids slightly.

A woman around forty years old burst in.

She was clutching a neatly folded, clean blue cotton-padded coat to her chest, and carrying a bulging faux leather tote bag in her hand.

She had clearly run all the way here; one button on her purplish-red corduroy blouse was fastened incorrectly, and the tip of her nose and cheekbones were red from the biting wind outside. There were even a few beads of sweat on her forehead.

But as soon as she stepped into the ward, the stench of Lysol, rotten sweet potato pulp, fermented corn husks, and old cow dung hit her head hard.

The woman abruptly stopped, her body instinctively leaning back half an inch, a gurgling sound coming from her throat, and her two finely drawn eyebrows instantly twisted into a large knot.

"Oh my god..."

The woman covered her nose with her elbow, her eyes wide as she looked the mud-covered figure on the hospital bed up and down, exclaiming in surprise:

"Which production team's compost pit did you fall into?!"