mtl008 Chapter 227: Hit someone
Chapter 227: Hit someone
"You really won't help me?" Mao Dongzhu's high-pitched voice made the ears of everyone in the carriage ring.
"What exactly do you want?" someone couldn't stand it anymore.
"You..." Mao Dongzhu wanted to act tough, but when she saw that the other party was tall and strong and looked fierce, she immediately backed down and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't come looking for you."
"What did you say to me? Say it again and see what happens!" The man had been holding back for a long time. If it weren't for all the people on the bus watching, he would have slapped this woman to death. She was just too shameless.
"Please help me, okay?" Mao Dongzhu didn't dare to argue with the man, so she turned to look at Deng Xiuzhen with a pitiful expression.
Deng Xiuzhen kept her head down and ate her steamed bun, not even sparing a glance.
"Get the hell out of here! If you don't leave, I'll lose it!" The man's eyes glared, like copper bells. Everyone who saw it was startled, and several people instinctively moved to the side.
Mao Dongzhu was startled. She opened her mouth but ultimately made no sound, and reluctantly walked back.
The people in the carriage, most of whom knew the whole story, whispered among themselves, cursing Mao Dongzhu for being shameless. Those who remained silent wore disdainful smiles.
"Why do you have to go after that woman? What's the point of going after her? Can't you see how poor and shabby she is?" Zhang Guoqing felt his face burning and couldn't help but secretly complain.
"You don't know anything! Those two are poor, that's true, but she's soft-hearted. If she doesn't choose someone soft-hearted, who's she going to choose? Besides, she has a mentally challenged man with her. If we take anything from them, they can only worry helplessly and suffer in silence." Mao Dongzhu pointed a finger at Zhang Guoqing forcefully.
“Two poor bastards, they have no money, what can we take from them?” Zhang Guoqing retorted.
Mao Dongzhu ignored him and kept her head down, lost in thought.
"Seoul Station has arrived. Passengers getting off, please prepare in advance..."
As the station announcement sounded, Deng Xiuzhen quickly packed her luggage and pulled Qin Yanlin toward the train door.
As soon as the doors opened, passengers struggled to push forward.
If you don't get off quickly, it'll be a huge rush when they let people on later, and then everyone getting on and off will be crammed together. You might not even be able to get off.
Having ridden the bus a few times before, Deng Xiuzhen had some experience and had secured a good spot near the door beforehand. Qin Yanlin also knew to stay close to her, and although they were both sweating profusely, they managed to get off the bus smoothly.
Looking back, the scene was a complete mess.
The train attendants were trying their best to push people onto the train and let those getting off get off first, but there were too many people, and soon the train police officers were pushed to the side.
"Hurry up, pack your things and let's go!" Deng Xiuzhen tugged at Qin Yanlin, who was watching the commotion.
Qin Yanlin picked up the snakeskin bag and slung it over his shoulder.
There was a loud thud.
I turned around and found someone lying on the ground.
"I hit someone! Someone come quick!" a man shouted, and people quickly gathered around.
Someone tried to push the person on the ground, then shouted in a panic, "Quick, call a doctor! Where is a doctor?"
Someone shouted, "Help! Save them!"
Someone kindly dialed 120.
Someone testified: "This person bumped into me when he was throwing the bag."
……
Before Deng Xiuzhen could react, she was surrounded and no one even glanced at the person who had fallen. Qin Yanlin cowered behind her.
Soon after, medical personnel arrived and immediately lifted the person into the ambulance.
The train police and onlookers did not let Deng Xiuzhen and Qin Yanlin leave until the police from the local station arrived: They were the ones who hit the person, and they had to take responsibility for hitting the person!
When they arrived at the hospital, the person had already woken up, and the doctor said they needed to be observed.
Who pays the money now?
The patient and their family said they had no money; it had been stolen. Furthermore, they claimed they were the ones who were hit by the car and demanded compensation from the other party!
When Deng Xiuzhen entered the ward, her lips twitched: This is really strange! Wasn't this idiot supposed to be going back to Hunan? Why did he get off at Seoul Station? And of all times, he got hit by Qin Yanlin!
Deng Xiuzhen sensed a conspiracy.
Mao Dongzhu and Zhang Guoqing were dumbfounded when they saw Deng Xiuzhen: it was true that they were going back to Hunan, but their money was stolen on the way. How were they going to live without money to go home?
Go back to farming?
It's not impossible, but I'm penniless. How can I go about the meal I promised to treat everyone when I get home?
Zhang Guoqing felt that Haikou had already made a promise, and it would be too embarrassing not to invite people to dinner.
Moreover, after getting off the train, there's still such a long way to go home; it's impossible to walk there, and even more impossible to walk there on an empty stomach.
Thinking that the girl was working in Seoul, I decided to go and see if I could find a way to help her.
Unexpectedly, Mao Dongzhu was knocked unconscious as soon as she got off the train. When she woke up, the train police officer said that she had been hit by someone.
Upon hearing this, she was overjoyed: she demanded compensation from the other party! She wanted to make an exorbitant demand, to make the other party bleed a good amount of money!
But who knew that it was these two penniless guys who caused the accident? Where would they get the money to pay for it?
"Who can go and pay the fees?" the nurse urged.
“Them!” Zhang Guoqing pointed at Deng Xiuzhen and Qin Yanlin.
"We, we have no money..." Deng Xiuzhen's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, revealing her cowardice and fear.
"Even if you don't have money, you have to find a way! You're the ones who caused the accident, so you have to take responsibility! You'd have to sell your blood to take responsibility!" Zhang Guoqing roared.
"Okay, okay, I'll go sell my blood tomorrow morning to raise money for medical expenses." Deng Xiuzhen nodded and bowed.
Mao Dongzhu was speechless, but she didn't want to let it go.
"Is this Mao Dongzhu in bed number 10?" Three or four doctors came in and asked as soon as they entered.
“I am Mao Dongzhu.”
"Who are your family members?" the doctor asked.
“I am a family member,” Zhang Guoqing stepped forward and said.
The doctor didn't speak, but examined Mao Dongzhu again and asked a few questions. Then he said to Zhang Guoqing, "Are you a family member? Come with us to the office."
"Okay," Zhang Guoqing nodded.
"Doctor, let's talk here. I want to know what's going on. Even if you go to his office, he'll still tell me later." Mao Dongzhu looked at the doctor nervously. She knew that when several doctors came in with serious expressions, it usually meant the patient had a health problem.
“Yes, yes, doctors, you should talk to her,” Zhang Guoqing quickly agreed.
"I see." The doctor looked up and glanced around before his gaze settled on Mao Dongzhu. "During our examination, we found a problem with your liver. We need to take a pathological sample for testing. We hope you can cooperate."
"Cooperate? How do I cooperate? Is the problem serious, doctor..." Mao Dongzhu panicked:
When a doctor says this, it's most likely because they suspect cancer, and cancer is incurable!
She had heard this story several times, but the people involved in those stories had all passed away.
"Waaaaah, doctor, waaaaah, you have to save me, I haven't lived enough yet, waaaaah, how did I get cancer? I'm going to die, waaaaah, sob sob sob..." Mao Dongzhu sobbed uncontrollably.
"Please don't get agitated. We just have a suspicion and suggest you get further tests. We didn't say you have cancer," the doctor quickly explained.