Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1179 Vomiting blood
In the end, the mother and son had to come back obediently.

And even if those people are willing to come and investigate, it would just be a formality at best.

At this time, at Wang's house not far away, old lady Wang opened the door with a frown on her face and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? You're calling for the dead here before daybreak!"

The woman didn't care about her mother-in-law's attitude at all. She said in panic, "Mother-in-law! Ah Shou is vomiting blood. Go and have a look!"

"Vomiting blood!" Old Mrs. Wang was shocked. Only then did she see clearly that her eldest daughter-in-law's face was covered in blood.

"What's going on?" Old Mrs. Wang didn't care much about her eldest grandson, but after all, he was the only blood left by her eldest son, and she would not watch him die.

"I don't know either. He was fine before going to bed last night, but in the middle of the night, A Shou said he felt uncomfortable. I thought it was because he went out for a walk and caught a cold, so I made him a bowl of his usual medicine. But I didn't expect that just a while later, before dawn, A Shou rolled around in pain on the bed and kept spitting out blood."

The woman's nervous body was shaking constantly.

However, it did not arouse Mrs. Wang's suspicion. In her opinion, he was just scared.

"Tell me, what's the use of you? You can't do anything. You can't even take care of a child." Old Lady Wang cursed with a dark face.

The woman didn't dare to resist at all, but just kept begging her mother-in-law to go with her to take a look.

Old Mrs. Wang suppressed her impatience, straightened her clothes, and finally followed him.

Looking at my grandson lying on the bed, coughing and spitting blood
Old Lady Wang stopped subconsciously.

Why does this look like tuberculosis?

If this is really tuberculosis, it is contagious.

Thinking of this, Old Lady Wang didn't want to go in any further.

To hide her embarrassment, she turned to look at the woman and scolded her, "The child is in such a state, what's the point of calling me? Why don't you call the barefoot doctor in the village?"

After saying that, without waiting for the woman to react, she covered her chest and pretended to be unable to hold on.

"Oh my! I can't bear to see this. It makes me sad. I can't bear it anymore. I can't bear it anymore. I have to go back first, so that I won't cause trouble to you if I really collapse. I am an old woman, so I won't cause trouble to you."

The old lady stepped back as she spoke.

He retreated to the door and ran away in a panic.

The speed he walked didn't seem like that of a person who needed to use a cane to walk, nor did it seem like that of a person who would wait for his daughter-in-law to serve him all day long.

Watching the old lady running away, the young man, who was still vomiting blood, sat up from the bed and sneered. This is his good grandma.

Even though she knew her son was pretending, the woman still felt a little nervous when she saw the bloodstains on the bed. She didn't know what to do.

"A Shou, are you okay?" the woman asked worriedly.

The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling a little regretful.

If he wasn't worried that his mother would be scared, he wouldn't have even bothered to wipe it.

It was not easy for their family to get some blood, so for this little blood, the two old hens they raised at home were all killed.

Looking at the little amount of blood in the bottle, the boy couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

I don’t know if the remaining blood can deceive the villagers.

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but urge: "Mom, don't waste time, go call the barefoot doctor quickly, the chicken blood is running out."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away. You have to be good at home."

Ten minutes later, the barefoot doctor from Tugouzi Brigade followed the woman with a dissatisfied look on his face.

When he entered the room and saw the blood all over the bed, he was also startled by the boy who was still coughing up blood. "What...what happened? Why is it so serious?"

Looking at the scene in the room that resembled a murder scene, the barefoot doctor paused and regretted following him.

"Doctor, please help Shou. What happened to Shou?"

After saying that, the woman looked at her son who coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood. She rushed over and hugged her son, shouting, "Ah Shou, Ah Shou, don't scare your mother!"

He turned around and urged, "Doctor, please check on Ah Shou!"

Looking at the young man who was vomiting blood and seemed beyond help, and then looking at the woman with disheveled hair who looked like a mad woman, the barefoot doctor hesitated for a long time before reluctantly walking in.

When the barefoot doctor felt the patient's pulse, his heart sank.

Even though his medical skills were second-rate, he knew that the boy was in serious trouble.

After all... after all, which normal person has such cold hands?

It’s summer now!
The barefoot doctor was surprised by the touch he felt, and his hand on the boy's wrist shook subconsciously a few times.

It's so cold! It doesn't feel like a living person at all.

Thinking of this, the barefoot doctor shuddered violently.

The blood all over the bed, the boy's pale face, and the cold touch just now...

At this moment, the woman with blood on her face suddenly turned around...

"Ah! Don't come looking for me! Don't blame me for your death, go find Wang San, go find Wang San..."

The barefoot doctor almost crawled out of the Wang family.

Seeing the barefoot doctor being scared away, the mother and son's expressions relaxed.

The boy shook the bottle in his hand, and the sound inside was barely audible.

He looked inside and saw only the last bit of chicken blood left.

Fortunately, the barefoot doctor was scared away. If he had stayed a little longer, he would have been exposed.

Before going to work, all the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village.

While listening to the captain handing out tasks, he muttered quietly: "Hey! Did you hear any crying this morning?"

"I heard it, but I don't know who it is, crying so early in the morning. What bad luck!"

Another person came over and said, "I heard it too, I heard it too! My old man got up to go to the bathroom and was scared by the crying. But, who is crying in such a quiet place?"

An old lady glanced around and then lowered her voice and said, "It seems to be that family?"

The old lady pointed with her chin, and everyone understood immediately.

Someone frowned and said, "What happened to his family again? Why is he crying before dawn?"

The old lady replied: "What else could it be? It's probably because her sickly son is sick again."

Hearing someone say this, the barefoot doctor's wife came over quietly and whispered, "You don't know, I think that sick kid is really going to die this time."

"What? What happened?" Everyone turned their heads suddenly and looked at her.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the barefoot doctor's wife did not hide anything and said directly: "That person came to my house and knocked on the door before dawn, saying that her son was vomiting blood. My husband went to see him and saw that the child had vomited blood all over the bed, and his whole body was ice-cold, without any warmth at all. My husband was also scared."

(End of this chapter)