Chapter 8: The Hospital!

  Suddenly, a stream of deep red blood flowed down his head, across his face, and then dripped onto the ground...

  Wu Zheng fainted......

  In a daze, Wu Zhengye seemed to hear a tender voice beside him, "Mom, that uncle is so pitiful, why doesn't anyone help him call an ambulance? Mom, can we help him?"

  "Okay, Mimi stop making trouble, this person's mother has seen him before, he is a big scammer, a bad guy who specializes in cheating people out of their money! Mimi can't help bad guys, Mimi you have to remember, when you grow up and want to help others, you must be very careful, you can only help good people, not bad ones."

  Besides, helping others also requires understanding whether that person deserves help or not. Mom told you, there's a saying that goes like this: 'Rescue those in urgent need, but don't rescue the poor, for it's hard to save them from poverty!' Just like him, Mianmian, do you think he's pitiful now? Actually, in this world, people who are pitied must have something despicable about them...

  "I said!" Wu Zheng was so depressed in his heart that he wanted to vomit blood, and at the same time, he was so aggrieved that he couldn't open his eyes or speak. All he could do was complain incessantly in his heart, "I'm poor, so poor that I don't even have a fixed place for three meals a day. I'm pitiful, but I don't need others to pity me! What's there to hate? Where is the hatred?"

  "When I was a kid, my old man was kidnapped and wasn't back home until last year. During that time, I occasionally cheated people for the sake of survival, but I have a clear conscience! Even if I occasionally sneaked a peek at a beautiful woman's legs, it was just appreciation. What's there to hate about me? The ones who should be hated are those human traffickers, the ones who killed my father are the most hateful..."

  This series of grievances, Wu Zhengye could only think about it in his heart, because at this time he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, his thinking was almost stopped, he was so tired... so tired......

  Early in the morning, a warm ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Wu Zhengye's face. His eyes moved slightly and slowly opened...

  "Ah!!" At the first moment, Wu Zhengxie took a deep breath of cool air in pain!

  My head hurts so much! My body hurts so much!

  As soon as Wu Zhengxie came to, his first feeling was pain! After gritting his teeth and enduring the suffering, he found himself lying on a bed, covered with a quilt that had a large red "ten" written on it, and below it were the words "H City People's Hospital".

  Seeing this scene, combined with the lingering medicinal smell in the air inside the room, Wu Zhengye knew that this was definitely a hospital ward.

  "How did I end up here?" Wu Zhengye was confused for a moment, enduring the pain in his head, he desperately tried to recall what had happened before he passed out. "Could it be that little girl named 'Min Min'?"

  At this time, his eyes glanced at a note on the bedside table......

  Wu Zhengyi was stunned, and then slowly moved over to pick up the note. On it was written in elegant handwriting: "Big brother, Mianmian thinks you're a good person. Mianmian asked Mom to use her allowance for the whole year to send you to the hospital. Mianmian is very happy, even though she won't get any lollipops this year. But Mianmian doesn't regret it. Big brother, from now on you must be a good person, do something useful for society and make contributions. That way, even if Mianmian can't have lollipops, she'll still be very happy..."

  Looking at these few lines, Wu Zhengye involuntarily shed tears. Quickly wiping away the tears, Wu Zhengye said angrily, "Damn it, what's wrong with me? Am I moved to tears? F**k, I..."

  He shook his head, and Wu Zhengye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the "Three-Colored Ring" on the bedside table. "It's all your fault! If it wasn't for you back then, I wouldn't have been scolded by my father, I wouldn't have run away in anger, and I wouldn't have been caught by human traffickers... everything is your fault! Three-Colored Ring, you've ruined my whole life!"

  Wu Zhengyi suddenly grabbed the three-colored ring and threw it out of the window with all his might...

  "This ring is called 'Three Color Ring', wearing it can increase your intelligence and make you smarter!" He recalled what the old man said about the function of the Three Color Ring, and his heart ached. "Damn Three Color Ring! I don't want you anymore! Get out, go as far away as you can, haha..."

  After a moment of self-deprecating laughter, Wu Zhengye fell silent. A long time later, he carefully picked up the note and said in a low voice, "Xian Xian, thank you for believing in me. I will definitely be a good person from now on and won't let you down."

  At this time, the door opened.

  A "white angel" walked in with three bottles of saline solution, looked at Wu Zhengye and said angrily, "What are you doing? Do you want to die? Don't you know that the wound on your head hasn't healed yet, and the wounds on your body are the same. You're lucky to have escaped with your life this time, if you keep moving around like this, don't blame us for not trying our best!"

  This "angel in white" said that Wu Zhengyi was stunned, thinking to himself, "This...this is not like what's shown on TV. The angels in white on TV are all gentle and lovely, caring for patients with great concern, especially those from Japan, who are widely recognized as such, but this..."

  "Ah, right," said the nurse in white, glancing at Wu Zhengxie sideways, "Adding these three bottles of medicine, the 1000 yuan you prepaid has been used up. Plus the examination fee from earlier, you still need to pay an additional 180 yuan. You'll have your family come and settle the remaining hospitalization fees, medication fees, examination fees, laboratory fees..."

  "Wait!!" Wu Zhengye was shocked, his eyes wide with surprise, "You... what did you just say?"

  His tense appearance startled the "white angel", and after she regained her composure, she glared at Wu Zhengxie before speaking, "I was just saying that you prepaid 1000 yuan for hospitalization yesterday..."

  "Damn it!" Wu Zhengxie burst out in a loud and rude tone. "You... you... you..." He pointed at the 'White-robed Angel' for quite some time, finally speaking up when the needle tip on the angel's right hand was about to pierce the medicine bottle, "Wait!"

  A shrill voice pierced the air, and the white-robed angel's hand involuntarily trembled. He turned his head back in confusion, and with a look of disgust, he coldly said to Wu Zhengyi, "What are you doing?"

  "Wu Zhengxie adjusted his mood, took a deep breath of the air filled with medicinal smell, and said seriously, "Nurse, could you please tell me how much these three bottles of water cost?"

  "This... " Bai Yi Tian Shen slightly stunned, "It seems like over two hundred, what's wrong?"

  "My grass!" As soon as he heard the price, Wu Zhengye suddenly pulled up the quilt on his body and flipped over to get out of bed with unusual agility. However, he forgot that he was now seriously injured and could no longer be as agile as before.

  "Bang!"

  As expected, as soon as his feet touched the ground, Wu Zhengye felt a sharp pain all over his body, and his head seemed to be about to explode. With a thud, he fell to the ground!

  "You... what's wrong with you!" The nurse exclaimed in shock, hastily calling for help, "Quickly, someone come..."

  Suddenly, two female nurses in their fifties and a robust male doctor rushed over, "What's going on? Is the patient...?" The male doctor hadn't finished speaking when he saw Wu Zhengye clenching his teeth, trying to get up. Before he could say anything, the male doctor quickly took a few steps forward, stretching out his hand to support Wu Zhengye.

  Unexpectedly, Wu Zhengye waved his hand to open the male doctor's outstretched hand and slowly got up from the bed edge, biting his teeth tightly and enduring the pain. Wu Zhengye said with a hateful face, "Your things are too expensive, I'm just a poor man, can't afford it. Nurse, please help me return these few bottles of medicine, and also help me handle the discharge procedures, I want to be discharged."

  "Discharged?" The three nurses and the male doctor exchanged a glance, and the latter said, "No way! I'm your attending physician, and your current condition absolutely cannot be discharged. We doctors are all considering the safety of patients' lives. Even if your family members come and see your situation, they will definitely agree with my opinion."

  What a wonderful speech! Every word of this doctor's words is reasonable!

  "Yes, you'd better get your family to pay for the subsequent hospitalization expenses. Money can be earned back, but if something happens to your body, it's too late to regret!" The nurse also started to comfort her in a soft voice.

  Upon hearing this, Wu Zhengye's heart inexplicably ached with a sour feeling, and he shook his head with a bitter smile. "To be honest with you all, I, Wu Zhengye, have been wandering alone outside for nearly twenty years. My parents have long passed away, so where would I get the money to pay for hospital fees?"

  "The...," the nurse hesitated.

  The male doctor furrowed his brow, "Mr. Wu, you don't have to pretend, weren't the two people who sent you in yesterday your wife and daughter?"

  "Hmm!" Wu Zheng thought to himself, feeling a bit depressed, "Xian Xian is just a kid, so her mom's age shouldn't be that big, around thirty or so, but I'm only 25! This...this is a bit off the charts, isn't it?"

  "I'm telling you, big brother, take a closer look before speaking, okay? I'm not even 25 years old this year, how can I possibly have a wife and daughter?" Wu Zhengxie said speechlessly.

  "Twenty-five?" Several people couldn't believe it and looked at Wu Zhengxie with a glance, shaking their heads, as if saying two words, "Not like!"