Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 269 You lost it four years ago...

"Ma Jinbao, please tell me clearly, what do you want to do? Renew the old relationship with Yue Xiaofang? Pooh, shameless, don't you see if she can look up to you now."

"What did you say, Pan? Why is my son looked down upon? At the beginning, Yue Xiaofang begged Bai Laifei to marry me and brought a lot of dowry. Eat free food at home."

"My old lady gave birth to your family! You let Yue Xiaofang give birth, can she give birth?"

The grandson was Li Zhaodi's Achilles' heel, she was speechless for a moment, and could only say a few words in vain that at least Yue Xiaofang could make money if he was obedient.

Then he hugged Ma Xiaobao and kept comforting him.

"Don't cry, don't cry, your father is bad, let's beat him!"

As he spoke, he picked up his grandson's fat hand, as if to hit Ma Jinbao.

Ma Jinbao went straight back to the back room without raising his head.

He slammed the door shut and began to rummage through the boxes for money.

Pan Xiumei rushed in and wanted to scold Ma Jinbao, but she shut up under Ma Jinbao's fierce eyes.

I don't know what he suffered at Yue's house again. Seeing him was a bit scary, and Pan Xiumei didn't dare to make trouble, so she turned her butt and left.

Before going out, Li Zhaodi called Ma Jinbao to stop.

"Son, where are you going?"

Ma Jinbao ignored him and took the money to the bus station in the village.

He was going to the city, and went to the hospital in the city to ask if there was any way to prove that Ma Xiaobao was his biological son.

When he arrived at the hospital, Ma Jinbao didn't know which number to register, so he could only ask the nurse at the information desk.

"It's about the son..."

There were too many people in the hospital. After the nurse answered one side and another, she didn't understand what Ma Jinbao meant, and thought he wanted to ask about giving birth to a son or something.

Especially seeing him dressed in a rural area, this kind of thing is usually not for the purpose of passing on the family, so he is not willing to come to the hospital in the city, and usually goes directly to the clinic in the village if he has something to do.

"Go to the urology department." The nurse took it for granted, and then looked at the old lady behind Ma Jinbao, "Auntie, what's wrong with you? Fever? Did you take your temperature before you came here? If the temperature is too high, go to the emergency department."

Ma Jinbao was quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and according to the nurse's instructions, he was admitted to the urology department.

He hadn't read any books and didn't know anything about them.

After entering the department, an old gray-haired doctor looked up and asked him.

"What's your situation..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly froze.

"Your name is Ma Jinbao, right? I remember you."

A few years ago, Ma Jinbao fell into the ditch when he went to fetch water to fight the fire because of a fire in the orchard, and soaked in the river for several hours.

After putting out the fire, he was found and sent to the hospital.

Apart from some indescribable problems with his body that time, the old doctor named Ding Qi in front of him was one of the doctors who treated him back then.

Because I was old and transferred to outpatient clinic, I didn't expect to meet him again.

Why is it one of them, because Ma Jinbao's problem at that time was a bit complicated.

In the coma, he didn't know that apart from the bruises on the outside of his body, that part of his body had caused irreversible damage, which involved Ding Qi's treatment range.

Ma Jinbao squinted his eyes for a long time, but couldn't remember who Ding Qi was.

He didn't care about so much, and asked straight to the point: "Doctor, is there a way for me to know if my son is my own?"

"Is it biological?" Ding Qi frowned and thought for a while, "How old is your son?"

"Just turned three."

As soon as Ma Jinbao finished speaking, he found that the doctor on the opposite side looked at him sympathetically.

"Mr. Ma, you lost your fertility four years ago."

(End of this chapter)