I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 7 The Redemption Plan Begins

Don't dare to get sick, and you can't get sick.

But now, my mother is only 12 years old.

Yu Feiwan's words made Yu Ping's face turn pale all of a sudden.

"Dad, go to the hospital." Yu Ping's voice was full of panic and her lips were trembling.

In Yu Ping's only knowledge, minor illnesses and pains could be cured by asking the doctor in the village to prescribe a few pills.

For so many years, she had never seen anyone go to the health clinic in the town, let alone go to the hospital.

Fei Wan is an immortal with mysterious origins. Does asking him to go to the hospital mean that his father's illness is serious?

Yu Shuishan endured the colic and patted Yu Ping's hand, "It's a small problem. Don't be afraid. Drink some water and take a painkiller. I'm sure it will be fine in a while."

Yu Ping's tears were like broken beads, and she cried to boil water and look for medicine.

Just with this water, he swallowed the painkiller. After a while, Yu Shuishan's face was no longer pale, his frown slightly relaxed, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a towel, and reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth. Dad said it was just a minor problem."

On the side, Yu Feiwan's heart was still high and his hands were still shaking unconsciously.

Is it really a minor problem?
Are you really scaring yourself?
She remembered that her mother once said that her grandfather had his spleen and part of his stomach removed and almost died on the operating table in an era when medical care was not developed.

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

Such a serious disease cannot develop in one day.

A large amount of vomited blood was sent to the hospital, which may have been the last signal sent by the body to fight for the last chance of life.

She couldn't just watch her grandfather hold on until that time.

"When Pingping grows up, she knows that she has to go to the hospital when she is sick." Yu Shuishan patted the stool beside him with a smile in his eyes.

Yu Ping sat on the stool and sniffed gently, "Dad, are you really okay?"

After wiping away my tears, snot bubbles appeared again.

"Stomach ache, minor problem."

Based on the situation their family had in the past, it was a blessing to have survived until now safely.

The movement in this room alerted the old lady in the west hall. The old lady opened the door curtain and entered, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

The old lady's tone was indifferent and distant, and her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned. People who didn't know why could still vaguely hear a hint of disgust.

Yu Ping raised her head suddenly, clenched her little hands into fists, and for the first time she mustered up the courage to look directly at her grandma in silent protest.

The old lady glanced at Yu Ping indifferently, took off the silver bracelet on her wrist, and continued, "Go and see if you need to see what the buttons look like."

"Shame."

"I have been a vegetarian and a Buddhist all my life, but I don't want to be criticized by the villagers for raising a short-lived ghost."

"Mom, I know my own health. It's not a big problem. I don't need to go to the hospital. It won't be long before our family has to live a hard life." Yu Shuishan put the bracelet back into the old lady's hand, tried his best to put on a smile on his face, and paused. Dun continued, "I plan to open a tofu workshop in the village and then go to Shiliba Village to sell it."

The old lady's expression didn't change at all, she didn't even say a word, she just frowned imperceptibly, turned the beads in her hand again, and turned around to leave.

"Pingping, your grandma loves you."

Yu Feiwan looked at Yu Ping, who was so indignant that her little mouth could even hang an oil bottle, and sighed.

Yu Feiwan had determined that only Yu Ping could hear her voice, so he had a lot less worries.

Yu Ping said nothing, just filled the bottle with hot water, and then persuaded her father to lie down and rest.

After a while, Yu Pingcai said in a cold voice in the middle of nowhere, "No."

“Grandma doesn’t like our family.

Yu Ping poked the snow with a small wooden stick, and her little face was as angry as a puffer fish. "Every Chinese New Year, the children of the uncle's family have lucky money, but Pengpeng and I don't."

"Grandma has never hit my uncle's children with crutches." "Grandma has never praised Pengpeng and me."

The little girl muttered and poked holes in the small snowdrift in front of her.

Yu Feiwan:...

That said, is there a possibility that the other children didn't eat the old widower's candy.

No wonder she had never heard her mother mention her grandma.

This small resentment, day after day, year after year, has become an insurmountable gap.

"Pingping, just now your grandma heard the noise in the house and got out of bed in a hurry. The bracelet was specially taken from an old wooden box.
Put it on inside out. "

The small wooden stick broke with a click, and Yu Ping froze on the spot, her round little face full of questions, "Does Dad still need to wear a bracelet?"

The simple and straightforward brain circuit made Yu Feiwan laugh.

"Your grandma heard you shouting to go to the hospital and then turned back to get the bracelet. She was worried that she didn't have enough money to go to the hospital."

The old lady is cold-faced and warm-hearted.

"So, grandma likes dad." Yu Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, dazzling even more than the snow on the ground.

Yu Ping threw the small wooden stick on the ground and skipped to the west hall. Looking at the old lady who was kneeling on the ground chanting sutras and praying to Buddha, she quickly said, "Grandma, Dad also likes you very much."

"Pingping likes it too."

After speaking in a fit of anger, like a frightened little mouse, for fear of being reckoned with by the queen, he ran away and disappeared.

The old lady on the futon, her eyes still closed, sighed and started chanting from the beginning.

Yu Ping's carefree smile made Yu Feiwan frown, his heart sank for no reason, and he fell into conflict and hesitation.

Hesitation, hesitation, uncertainty, intertwined together, like strips stretching longer and longer, twisting and twisting, tightly wrapping around her.

After struggling for a long time, Yu Feiwan gritted his teeth and pretended to be relaxed, "Pingping, I suggest you convince your dad to go to a regular hospital for a physical check-up, just in case."

"If left untreated, a small illness will accumulate into a serious illness."

"If nothing happens, you can keep your heart in your stomach."

After the operation, which was heavily in debt, my grandfather got off the operating table safely, but he still died.

There is no problem with the surgery, and there is no problem with the hospital. What is problematic is the human heart and the world.

When my mother mentioned it, she didn’t even know who to blame.

Do you blame the thieves who stole a year's harvest, the traffickers who kidnapped and killed your uncle, or the fact that you were too busy and didn't take care of your family?

When the house leaks, it rains continuously all night, and the hemp rope is only broken at the thin spot. Bad luck only seeks out the poor.

The light in Yu Ping's eyes dimmed, and she cautiously said, "Isn't daddy a little sick?"

"I am also not certain."

"But I still recommend getting it checked out."

Early detection and early treatment are always better.

Yu Ping's innocent and carefree cheeks were stained with worry, and she hesitated and mumbled, "Dad won't go."

"It's not too late, when will I grow up?"

"When I grow up, I can make money so that my parents won't be so tired."

Yu Feiwan looked around the small courtyard with blue brick and tile houses. In a village full of mud and tile houses, the conditions were already very good.

(End of this chapter)