Make a living

Chapter 9 No Malice

"Let me tell you, my worker's legs are getting better!"

"The doctors in the hospital are really amazing! You don't know, when Brother Quan fell down, his leg... the bones were all fleshy! I saw it with my own eyes, and I was so scared that my hands were shaking when I sent him to the ambulance. !"

"It's okay, it's okay, we were sent to the doctor in time. Many of us were frightened and stunned. It was a young girl who turned her head quickly and immediately called 120. The ambulance came quickly and arrived in less than 5 minutes. Come here, all the way to the green light to send people to the hospital!"

"I went with me, the blood from the wound was all over my body, and I washed it for a long time when I came back... I thought at that time that Brother Quan's legs were broken like that, and he would definitely not be able to walk and climb stairs like before, maybe in the future I have to use a wheelchair..."

"Hey, I finally found out that I was uneducated. I didn't know that medical technology is so advanced now! Today the doctor said that his legs can return to normal! That's great!"

On the way home from the hospital, Zheng Haichuan recorded another video.

The village in the city where he lives is less than a kilometer away from the hospital. He didn't want to scan the QR code to ride a bicycle. After saying goodbye to his workers, he walked all the way back.

After nine o'clock in Pengcheng, the night lights were on, and there was a lot of traffic around.Zheng Haichuan was walking on the road, the background was blurred by street lamps, and his whole face was hard to see because of the night and the shake of the camera, only the cracked corners of his mouth and a mouthful of white teeth were completely recorded in the video.

"The doctor who treated Brother Quan was handsome, with good medical skills, and he looked younger than me! I heard from my sister-in-law that she came back from studying abroad. She is really excellent! It's a pity that she didn't want to accept things, so I gave them to him. I don't want both apples!"

Zheng Haichuan took out a red apple from his pocket and shook it, "Bringing it back is cheaper for my Xiaohe Miaoer. If you don't accept gifts, you can only express your gratitude in other ways. I plan to call the workers who can write to write letters of praise for him!" When I go back later, I will ask the great writer who lives upstairs, he must know how to write!"

Obviously, the rejection from 'Doctor Law' in the hospital did not cause any trouble to Zheng Haichuan.It doesn't matter if you say he is rough, or he is stupid, Zheng Haichuan really doesn't think Qi Yu has any malice towards him.

He knew what real malice looked like.

It was the curse that his elder brother secretly said "Why didn't he die" when he was in a severe coma, it was the doors that he could never knock on when he went to the boss with the injury report, it was the bowl of satiety that Xiao Hemiao couldn't get no matter what. meal……

But there are bad people in the world, and there are also good people.

Now he can stand here to work and earn money, his brother can recuperate in his hometown, and Xiao Hemiao is getting more energetic every day, all because of the presence of good people.

And the "Doctor Law" who heals the sick and saves the sick is of course a good man!

At most, at most, people are a little more serious.Zheng Haichuan thought to himself, in the hospital, it is normal to be serious when dealing with life-or-death matters!

Zheng Haichuan's boasting didn't stop until he reached the downstairs of the rental house.

He switched the camera from the Selfie to the rear-facing mode, "I'm home, I'm home, take our Xiaohe Miaoer home."

What was photographed on the screen was a blackened push-pull anti-theft iron door.Due to disrepair for a long time, the password buttons on it have failed, and the residents living in the house can only enter and exit through the key.

But fortunately, the door is usually not closed during the day.

Because just behind the door, in the narrow stairwell of less than 3 square meters, there are still people sitting in it day after day, running small businesses that make a living.

In the camera, the first thing to be photographed is a table with a simple sewing machine.A few pieces of fabric were scattered on the table, and a pair of navy blue trousers were draped over them. The trousers were being pressed back and forth by the stitches of the sewing machine with both hands.

Those hands are no longer young, with a thimble cover on the thumb, but bright pink nail polish is still painted on the ten fingers.It's just that the nails are a bit rustic due to the poor quality of the material, and the nail surface has lost a lot, making it mottled.

The owner of the hand is a thin middle-aged woman. She is sitting on a small wooden stool and is finishing the work at hand with drooping eyebrows and eyes.

"Sister Hong, are you still working?"

Zheng Haichuan stepped into the threshold of the iron gate and greeted him.

"My father!"

The woman was busy, so she didn't answer him immediately. Instead, a surprised child's voice suddenly came out from deeper in the stairwell, and Zheng Jiahe popped up like a little mouse and ran out.

"Hey, slow down, watch out for your head."

The stairwell on the first floor is triangular, and the top is the stairs to the second floor, so the height of the innermost part is not as long as Zheng Haichuan's legs.Fortunately, Zheng Jiahe was originally small, so he could barely stand up to the gray ceiling even if he stood upright.However, Zheng Haichuan still greeted him worriedly.

"Dad Yao, have you finished watching Uncle Li?"

The little boy got out of the stairwell, threw himself into Zheng Haichuan's arms, raised his head and asked him obediently.

"Well, it's over."

Zheng Haichuan patted his little nephew's head, took out an apple from his pocket and stuffed it for him, and took another apple from another pocket, and put it on Sister Hong's sewing table.

"Sister Hong, eat apples. The red Fuji you bought should be very sweet."

"Is there still money to buy Red Fuji?"

The last side was carefully locked. Sister Hong picked up her trousers and shook them, raised her eyelids and said to Zheng Haichuan: "With this money, I might as well buy a few more eggs for He Miaoer."

"Hey, seeing a patient, it's not easy to go empty-handed."

Zheng Haichuan didn't reply, "I had the audacity to grab two of them back, and Sister Hong took them, so don't waste them."

What kind of a young man is, everyone in the neighborhood knows after getting along for so long, and that's what Sister Hong said.And Zheng Haichuan still explained in a good-tempered manner, "After you reminded me before, I have to boil an egg for He Miaoer every morning." Zheng Haichuan reached out and grabbed his little nephew's face, asking him to testify for himself, "You said it yourself, did you treat you badly?"

"Well...no..." Zheng Jiahe shook his head obediently, but begged with a bitter face, "Dad Yao, can I not eat?"

"When the baby grows up, how can it not eat?!" Sister Hong spoke now, frowning so severely that Zheng Jiahe shrank her neck in fright.

"He just doesn't like egg yolks."

Zheng Haichuan smiled, but he stood by Sister Hong's side, did not let go of his nephew, and taught Zheng Jiahe.

"Xiaohe Miao'er, you have to eat it if you don't like it now, don't waste it, you know? When you grow up to Yao Dad's height, you don't have to eat it."

"……Oh."

Zheng Jiahe nodded honestly.That's what he said, he knows that buying eggs also costs money, and one small egg is more expensive than two big steamed buns!Although, even though the egg yolk was unpalatable, he was reluctant to throw it away.

"Okay, let's go back. He Miaoer, say goodbye to Aunt Hong."

"Goodbye, Aunt Hong."

Zheng Haichuan persuaded Sister Hong to go to bed early, and carried her little nephew upstairs.When going up the stairs, the child's soft childish voice rang in the corridor with his step by step.

Zheng Haichuan asked his little nephew what he was doing, and Zheng Jiahe snapped his fingers and said.

"I'm counting how many eggs I need to eat to grow up to Yaoba's height!"

Zheng Haichuan was so amused that he laughed and turned on the induction lights on the upper floors.

"Is that a good number, how many do you want to eat?" He shook the little one in his arms.

"Hmm..." Zheng Jiahe frowned in embarrassment, "I can't count..."

"Haha, it seems that there are not enough eggs!" Zheng Haichuan took a step forward and carried the child into his rented house.

"Then Dad, can you count?"

The old anti-theft door was closed, and in the lingering sound in the corridor, you could hear the young man's hearty voice stuck for a few seconds before he pretended to be calm and nonsense.

"At least ten thousand more!"