Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Captain Zhang, who beat my dad, and was the injury serious?"

Xu Damao asked.

"That's right, Captain Zhang, my family's old Xu is not a big deal."

Xu Damao's mother also asked nervously.

"I'm still in the emergency room. I don't know how serious the injury is. The hospital notified us to let your family members go."

Zhang Guodong's words were very tactful.

In fact, when the doctor came, the injury was quite serious.

Let the family members sign the operation in the past.

Just seeing that there was still a patient lying in Xu's family, Zhang Guodong didn't say anything to his face.

"As for who injured your father, after our preliminary investigation, it should be a group of hooligans who often roam around in this area."

"We're already doing our best to catch them."

According to the information provided by the reporter, Zhang Guodong had already gone to the scene to check.

There were seven or eight cigarette butts thrown on the ground.

And there is an area where footsteps are relatively dense, according to some eyewitness accounts.

A group of hooligans have been staying here since five or six o'clock yesterday.

Zhang Guodong described them according to their images.

Already know who this group is.

"Is my dad the only one injured, and no one else in the courtyard...?"

I heard it was done by a group of local hooligans.

Xu Damao's heart sank.

He knew that his brain knew a group of hooligans, if he wanted to get revenge on old man Song.

Definitely went to them for help.

Could it be that in order not to make others suspicious, I found someone to beat up Song Qingshan, and even played a bitter trick?

Pretend to be hurt a little bit.

Used to deceive the world?

Xu Damao looked at Zhang Guodong and asked tentatively.

"Who else do you want to get hurt?"

Zhang Guodong narrowed his eyes, judging from his years of experience in handling cases.

It's never that simple.

"Son, don't ask for now. I'll follow them to the hospital."

Xu Damao's mother was nervous.

Next.

Zhang Guodong asked a few more simple questions, and then walked out of the house with Xu Damao's mother.

When he saw Song Qingshan, Mr. Song was standing at the door of his house, acting like a normal person.

Zhang Guodong suddenly looked blank.

He originally guessed that this should be a retaliatory incident, and the Xu family wanted to take revenge on Mr. Song.

The result is for unknown reasons.

When these gangsters wanted to attack Mr. Song, they were bribed and defected.

In turn, Xu Damao's father was beaten up.

Such speculation.

Zhang Guodong felt reasonable.

But look at the situation now.

Mr. Song didn't seem to know about it, nor did he have the slightest intention of reporting the case.

Is it just a simple road encounter robbery?

Zhang Guodong shook his head.

Let's wait until Xu Damao's father wakes up.

When several people came to the hospital.

The doctor had been waiting anxiously at the door.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

"The patient's current condition is critical and requires immediate surgery."

"Maybe the two meatballs will be lost."

Seeing Xu Damao's mother approaching, all the doctors are almost the same, and they already know this family.

He hurried up and said.

The father and son of this family don't know what happened to them in their previous life.

The son dropped a ball.

Now Lao Tzu's two meatballs have been trampled into bubbles.

"what???"

Xu Damao's mother almost fainted after hearing the words.

I thought it was just a minor injury.

result.

a bolt from the blue.

"Now is not the time to be sad. The wounded has delayed treatment for one night, and the inside may have festered."

"It has to be removed immediately."

said the doctor anxiously.

This is basically the same as what his son said when he came last time.

Xu Damao can't fucking sign it.

Just press a fingerprint.

The doctor hurried into the operating room with the procedure in hand.

As for medical expenses.

Their hospital is linked to the police station and belongs to the public, so there is no need to worry about these problems.

----

Around eight o'clock in the evening.

Xu Damao returned home in a daze.

"Mom, is my dad okay?" Xu Damao waited for a day, and immediately asked when his biological mother came back.

"No, nothing, just a little injury."

Xu Damao's mother didn't know where to start with her son.

I can only hide it first.

"Son, have you had any wine today?"

"Where can I go to drink, I can't even get out of bed, the good guy is starving to death all day."

"You old couple are relatives, and you don't care about my son's life or death in the hospital."

bring this up.

Xu Damao complained all the time.

"Then I'll get it for you." Xu Damao's mother hurried to get the medicinal wine for her son.

He quickly brought it over and poured a glass for Xu Damao.

Xu Damao pinched his nose and drank it.

Suddenly, I saw that there seemed to be a few more pieces of rotten meat under the wine bottle.

"Mom, this medicinal wine is amazing. Look quickly, two more are brewed."

Xu Damao held the wine bottle excitedly, looked at the bottom of the bottle and said.

Those two minced meat still looked fresh.

As if just born.

"Son, those are your father's two meatballs. His father's love is like a mountain, and he made you perfect.".

106 Lou Xiaoe: Dad, Mom, the child belongs to an old man

"vomit--"

"Mom, you said that these two puddles of rotten meat belong to my father..."

"vomit--"

"What happened to my dad?"

Hearing his mother's words, Xu Damao suddenly felt his stomach churn.

He vomited on the spot.

This damn....

I actually drank my own father's wine made with meatballs?

"Son, don't waste it, this is the essence of your father~."

"Your father..."

"You're his age, it doesn't matter if he has those two things or not."

"Now the key is you."

"If you can recover, your father's two meatballs are not a waste."

Xu Damao's mother wiped her tears.

Said weeping.

"Mom, don't cry, my father's situation is definitely the old man's fault."

"You go and report the crime."

There is no need to guess at all, Xu Damao knows that the old man in the backyard did it as soon as he thinks about it.

The old guy likes to play tricks.

"Son, you can't report the crime. Your father woke up for a while this afternoon and repeatedly asked me not to talk nonsense."

"Your father said that he was beaten by a group of hooligans, and it has nothing to do with old man Song in the backyard."

"And the people from the police station have already completed the notes."

Xu Damao's mother said that her son was going to report the crime one day, and she looked very nervous, so she quickly explained.

Xu Damao was silent.

Know the son better than the father, know the father better than the son.

It seems that my own father has suffered great grievances and sufferings!