I was forced to start the second round because I was raised in poverty

Chapter 146 Meeting Zhang Shiyuan in person
Zhang Shiyuan lay quietly in the master bedroom on the first floor.

His head sunk deep into the new pillow, his gray hair sparsely clinging to his forehead. His eyelids were half-closed, revealing cloudy irises like foggy glass marbles.

The naso-ear tube extended from the nostril and was fixed at an awkward angle on the lower jaw with medical tape, with the edge of the tape slightly curled up.

The room was not filled with the smell of disinfectant, feces, and liquid food like that of other vegetative patients.

Even the color of the urine bag was pure and transparent, without any sediment, obviously it had just been changed.

The air in the room is very fresh, probably because of the regular, systematic and standardized cleaning and the opening of windows for ventilation.

Su Cheng observed that Zhang Shiyuan's leg muscles had atrophied into the shape of dead branches, his kneecaps were protruding, and his feet were bent outwards.

Xiaoyu gestured: "Can you give me a hand? Help the patient turn over."

Su Cheng and Qin Fen quickly put down what they were holding and started to help.

Xiaoyu also reminded: "Please don't drag it, lift it up with all your strength."

When I lifted the quilt, it was soaked with sweat and emitted a salty and fishy smell.

The skin on Zhang Shiyuan's lower back was unevenly grayish-white, with several dark red pressure sores oozing tissue fluid.

Bedsores.

Also called a pressure sore.

To be precise, it is a pressure ulcer.

A disease in which ischemic necrosis occurs due to the interaction between the human skin and harder external substances caused by staying in the same posture for a long time.

Therefore, you should change your position every hour or two, and use a cushion to support your body when moving to avoid dragging and friction with the sheets.

Even if an air cushion is used on the bed to reduce pressure, pressure sores are inevitable if you stay in bed for a long time.

It might be a little difficult for one person, but three people easily helped Zhang Shiyuan complete the somersault.

"Xiaoyu, when did the incident happen?"

"Hmm? Don't you know?"

Su Cheng wanted to compare, so he just lied: "I only know the general idea, not the specifics."

Xiaoyu replied: "I'm not really sure, because I just came here to work as a caregiver."

This sentence immediately aroused Su Cheng's vigilance.

"Did you just get here?"

"Yes, I've only been here two days."

Su Cheng seemed to be lost in thought.

"Then do you know how much his treatment cost?"

"I'm even less sure about this. It should cost quite a bit of money."

Xiaoyu felt that Su Cheng was a little strange. Why did he keep asking questions? She didn't want to reveal the privacy of her employer's family, so she made an excuse to leave temporarily.

"Please take a seat. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare dinner."

Xiaoyu set an alarm for 90 minutes on her mobile phone, and when the alarm rings, she will turn over again.

Su Cheng gave Qin Fen a look.

This was a tacit understanding between the two people while working, intended to delay.

When Su Cheng gave this look, Qin Fen understood what he should do now.

Qin Fen nodded, then walked out of the room while shouting, "Xiaoyu, let me help you."

Thanks to Qin Fen's delay.

Su Cheng then confidently closed the door and began to observe Zhang Shiyuan carefully from a close distance.

Zhang Shiyuan's fingernails and toenails were very clean, without any dirt or embedded in the fingers.

These details show that even if Zhang Shiyuan was lying in bed doing nothing, he would still receive meticulous care, and there was no question of a shortfall of 300,000 or 400,000 yuan in surgery fees.

Moreover, judging from Zhang Shiyuan's muscle atrophy, stiffness of his hands and feet joints, and the pressure sores on his body, he was not a recent vegetative state.

Zhang Shiyuan has been bedridden for a long time, and Su Cheng conservatively estimates that it has been at least three to five years.

Su Cheng turned around to listen to the situation outside, and Qin Fen delayed steadily.

At the same time, I also observed that there were no cameras in the room.

Only then did he feel relieved and began to observe further.

Su Cheng first pinched the bones of Zhang Shiyuan's lower jaw with his hands, forcing him to open his mouth.

The nutrient solution refluxed from the nasogastric tube fermented in the esophagus, and the moment the mouth opened, a sour and rancid smell immediately overflowed, mixed with the fishy smell of phlegm and crust accumulated in the throat.

Su Cheng hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, almost vomiting. Even with so much evidence, Su Cheng still wanted to confirm whether Zhang Shiyuan was really a vegetable.

Having been manipulated by his father all his life, Su Cheng is skeptical of all superficial evidence.

He didn't know whether this was a good thing or not.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"If it hurts, just tell me and I'll take you to find a young model tomorrow."

No matter what Su Cheng did, Zhang Shiyuan remained silent.

Finally Su Cheng was convinced.

This guy has indeed been in a vegetative state and has been bedridden for many years.

The old man's lies were indeed perfect, because everything he said was true, he just selectively concealed some of it.

Is there a person named Zhang Shiyuan?

Have.

Is Zhang Shiyuan the son of Zhang Jingbai?
Yes.

Is Zhang Shiyuan really in the ICU?

Really.

During Su Cheng's trip to Shiqu City, he successfully found some loopholes.

Let’s continue with the previous question.

Did Zhang Shiyuan become a vegetable in the ICU because of the car accident?
No.

Is Zhang Shiyuan's family really so short of money that they need their help?
No.

Did Zhang Shiyuan become a vegetative state in the ICU recently?
No.

Finally, another question can be extended.

Is Zhang Shiyuan really his relative who gave birth to the Five Blessings?
Su Cheng felt that it was not certain and hard to say.

He guessed that the two families were most likely not even related by blood, and any relatives were fabricated.

"Brother Cheng, do you have a lighter?"

When Su Cheng heard the signal Qin Fen sent him outside, he immediately let go of his hand and restored the mattress to its original state.

Soon.

Xiaoyu walked in with the prepared liquid food.

A vegetative patient cannot eat normal food. He can only eat liquid or semi-liquid food that does not require chewing and swallowing, and the food must be directly injected through a nasogastric tube.

Just as Xiaoyu was about to feed Zhang Shiyuan, Su Cheng saw two cars driving into the yard outside the window.

My grass?

Someone is coming?
Su Cheng was a little flustered: "Is the master here?"

Xiaoyu looked out the window while holding the bowl. She was not very familiar with the model and license plate number of this car. It was different from the previous ones.

Qin Fen said, unaware of the situation, "That's good. It saves us from having to make a phone call."

Su Cheng kept looking out the window.

About seven or eight people got off the car, including Zhang Jingbai, who had met Su Cheng once.

Su Cheng was ready to face Zhang Jingbai.

No idea.

Zhang Jingbai was even more panicked than Su Cheng. As soon as he entered the room, he went straight to the master bedroom and found Su Cheng and Qin Fen.

Xiaoyu was about to stand up and introduce herself when she was immediately interrupted harshly by Zhang Jingbai.

Zhang Jingbai's face was extremely gloomy, and he asked in a questioning tone, "What are you doing here?"

Qin Fen: ???
We came all the way here to visit you with good intentions, why do you treat us like this?
Even Xiaoyu was a little panicked.

Although she had only been working there for two days, her impression of Zhang Jingbai was that he was a kind and amiable person. She had never thought that Zhang Jingbai could make such an expression or speak in such a harsh tone.

Moreover.

Isn’t Su Cheng a relative of Zhang Jingbai?
Why is it such an attitude?

Su Cheng pretended to smile, but before he could say anything, Zhang Jingbai sneered back, "Sir, I..."

"Who asked you to come?"

(End of this chapter)