Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Chapter 51 This old woman is ruthless!

Around 9 a.m., in the treatment room of the Armed Police General Hospital, a short, plump woman in her fifties with a fleshy face, triangular eyes, and long, wavy hair glanced at her left index and ring fingers, which were wrapped in gauze like a rice dumpling, and then looked up and said, "Doctor, my fingers started hurting again this morning after they were bandaged yesterday. What's wrong? Is it infected? Should I get an anti-inflammatory injection or take some anti-inflammatory medicine?"

"Auntie, I gave you the anti-inflammatory medicine and tetanus shot yesterday."

If the wound feels itchy, it's a good sign, indicating that the wound is healing. However, if it hurts or swells, it means that the wound may be inflamed.

"Your finger was bitten, and the wound is irregular, so it's not easy for it to heal. May I ask, do you have diabetes or something similar?" a young, refined-looking male doctor asked.

"Doctor, your medical skills are truly remarkable! No wonder you're a doctor from three hospitals; you could tell I have diabetes at a glance. I've had diabetes for many years. Could this be related to wound healing?" the short, plump woman asked疑惑地.

If someone treats you for medical reasons, you shouldn't give them a red envelope (cash gift), but you should at least say a few nice words! Nice words don't cost money!

"Yes, that's right!"

"If it were a normal person, the wound wouldn't look like this after a night's rest. Diabetic wounds heal slowly, and your finger won't heal anytime soon. Due to the effects of diabetes, complications such as inflammation and ulceration are very likely to occur," the male doctor said.

"Then... is there any way?" the short, plump woman asked in a panic. If the doctor's words were true, she would suffer greatly!

"There's not much that can be done right now," the male doctor said, shaking his head.

"Can this constitute minor injury? I was beaten, and the police said that only if it constitutes minor injury can the other party be sentenced," the short, plump woman hurriedly asked.

"It's hard to say in your case. I don't think it constitutes a criminal offense. Of course, a forensic medical examination is required for criminal charges, and that's not up to us to decide." The male doctor thought to himself: Go ask the police for a forensic medical examination, it's none of my business!

"What if the finger is cut off? Would that constitute (intentional assault)?" The short, stout woman's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she looked at the male doctor.

The male doctor was startled. What was this old woman up to?

"You'd have to ask the police. We're not responsible for this," the male doctor said with a fake smile.

"Son, call Officer Zhang and ask him," the short, plump woman said, turning to a fat man in his twenties standing beside her.

"Mom, are you really going to..." the fat man asked, looking conflicted.

Originally, Fatty wanted to date Old Gao's second daughter next door and marry her. If they could become a family, the house and yard would all be his after Old Gao's eldest daughter got married, so why would the family fight?

Alas! It's a pity that the second daughter of the Gao family dislikes him because he's fat. But the fat man recently signed up for a weight loss course and is working hard to lose weight.

If his own mother really sends the eldest daughter of the Gao family to jail, the fat man's roundabout plan to save the country will be ruined. Lose weight? What a joke! He earned this weight through his own hard work, why should he lose it?

"Stop talking nonsense. I told you to ask, so just ask. I won't be able to get over this anger until that girl from the Gao family goes to jail. Go now..." The short, fat woman glared at her fat son and said fiercely.

Under his mother's coercion, the fat man had no choice but to leave the examination room.

Five minutes later, the fat man returned: "Officer Zhang said that if the finger is amputated, the eldest daughter of the Gao family would likely be charged with intentional assault."

After listening, the short, plump woman looked at her fingers, which were tightly wrapped in gauze, and suddenly looked up at the young male doctor: "Doctor, just amputate them! They won't get better anyway."

"Huh!?" The doctor was a little confused. "Ma'am, there's still a chance your finger can heal, it just might take a while... Would you like to reconsider?"

"No need to think about it anymore. Cut it off!" the short, stout woman said fiercely, her triangular eyes glaring. She looked somewhat frightening.

The doctor was so frightened he didn't dare say another word, glancing at the short, plump woman in front of him: This old woman is really ruthless! By the way, does this count as generating revenue for the hospital?

Around 2 p.m., a slender, average-looking young woman, about 20 years old, was led into the conference room by the receptionist.

"Wang Chuan, the client is here, let's go!" Fatty Wan said and walked into the conference room.

Inside the conference room, Wang Chuan sat next to Fatty Wan, looking at the client across from him. He noticed the young woman's eyes were red, suggesting she had just been crying; tears still lingered in her eyes.

"Ms. Gao, please tell me what happened. Please be as detailed as possible," Fatty Wan said in a gentle tone.

Before speaking, Ms. Gao took two tissues from the tissue box on the table and wiped her eyes.

"Attorney Wan, Attorney Wang, my sister has been arrested by the police and has been detained overnight..." Ms. Gao said, tears welling up in her eyes.

After listening to Ms. Gao's intermittent account, Fatty Wan and Wang Chuan roughly understood what had happened.

Ms. Gao lives in a small village in Mentougou District. Next door to her house lives a family surnamed Wang, whom Ms. Gao calls her second uncle and second aunt.

As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, but the Wang family next door doesn't think much of the Gao family. Auntie Wang picks fights with the Gao family every now and then, always trying to take advantage of them. The reason is that the Gao family only has two sisters and no boys.

The villagers take the continuation of the family line very seriously. "Times have changed, men and women are equal!" But that's just talk; what family doesn't want a son?

The idea of ​​having a son to carry on the family line and continue the ancestral worship has persisted for thousands of years and is deeply rooted in the hearts of villagers.

In fact, a simple search on Baidu will reveal that news stories of parents-in-law rewarding their grandchildren with millions of yuan for having a son are everywhere. This shows that this kind of thinking exists in both rural and urban areas, and it seems that the better the economic conditions, the more serious this kind of thinking becomes.

However, with the increasing pressure of modern life, a saying is circulating online: "Sons are like China Construction Bank, and daughters are like China Merchants Bank."

Why do I say that?

The daughter works at China Merchants Bank, and the name is chosen to represent the bank's business acumen. The phrase "attracting investment" implies that the daughter will find a husband who can support the whole family.

Don't you see how busy all the industrial parks are with attracting businesses? The stronger the companies they attract, the greater the park's profits. Why would anyone attract businesses for no reason? Similarly, with a powerful son-in-law, why worry about retirement? Wouldn't it be nice to take your birdcage for a walk after dinner?

My son is like a construction bank, named after the "construction" in "construction bank." Having a son means preparing a house, a car, and money for him to get married. How can we manage without working hard? We can only work our hardest to "build" things.

(End of this chapter)