Courtyard House: A Carefree Life Begins with a Lottery of Wish Power

The Jia family has really bad interpersonal relationships.

Yi Zhonghai sighed inwardly, wondering if relying on Jia Dongxu for his retirement was a wise choice.

"Old Liu, Old Yan, you two have worked hard. Let's deliver the money to the Jia family together as soon as we get off work tomorrow."

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu again and said:

"Silly Zhu, you come over too, see if there's anything you can help with."

He Yuzhu patted his chest and readily agreed.

After discussing the next day's plans for a while, the group went home.

As soon as the group left, the older woman sighed and said:

"Old Yi, do you think all this effort we've put into Dongxu will be useful?"

"We don't know if he will suffer any lasting health problems this time. If he becomes paralyzed in bed, not only will our initial investment be wasted, but we will also have to support the Jia family in the future."

"Even if he's cured, given his temperament and that old woman Jia Zhangshi, do you think we can count on him for our old age?"

Yi Zhonghai did not answer, but rolled a cigarette and smoked it silently.

As soon as He Yuzhu got home, He Yushui complained:

"Brother, during the meeting just now, everyone else was silent, why did you rush to jump out and question Brother Zhuo?"

He Yuzhu was displeased to hear that his younger sister was also siding with Lin Zhuo, and said:

"I just can't stand his cold-blooded attitude."

"We're all from the same compound, what's wrong with helping the Jia family out of trouble?"

He Yushui was also annoyed by He Yuzhu's words.

"How come Brother Zhuo is so cold-blooded?"

"You know what kind of people the Jia family are, why would anyone help them?"

"Apart from you and the three old men, no one else donated more than one yuan. You can imagine how unpopular they are."

"Even this is only because of the old man's influence; otherwise, it would have been even less."

He Yuzhu wanted to refute, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know how to refute it.

He could only say, somewhat angrily and embarrassed:

"Anyway, he's stingy, I feel like he's not very decent."

He Yushui countered with a question:

"What do you mean by 'not quite authentic'?"

"The Jia family broke into someone's house while they were away, and now they expect that person to happily donate money to them? How could that be?"

"It's not the Jia family's responsibility."

"Li Kuiyong helped Brother Zhuo make a sofa, and Brother Zhuo even gave him two cents."

"Our family and the Zhuo family don't have much of a relationship, yet he still invited me to his house for dinner, and the meal consisted of almost half a pound of meat."

"Can this still be called stingy?"

He Yushui paused for a moment, then continued:

"I think Brother Zhuo is very clear about his grudges and debts."

"Be as cold as winter to your enemies, and as warm as spring to your friends."

He Yuzhu was also lost in thought after hearing He Yushui's words.

Lin Zhuo returned home early and naturally knew nothing of what happened afterward.

Judging from the system notifications he kept receiving, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong had quite a few complaints about him.

On the contrary, Yan Bugui did not contribute any wish power, which surprised Lin Zhuo.

Perhaps his own "stinginess" aligns with Yan Bugui's values.

Lin Zhuo no longer cared about offending Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

It would be best if they went to the Jia family again and spoke ill of them, so that they would contribute more merit to the family.

The next day, Lin Zhuo went to and from get off work as usual.

Upon entering the courtyard, one sees Yi Zhonghai, Aunt Yi, Liu Haizhong, Aunt Er, and He Yuzhu quickly walking from the middle courtyard into the front courtyard.

Liu Haizhong walked to the door of Yan Bugui's house and called out:

"Old Yan, let's go."

"They're here, they're here."

Yan Bugui and his third aunt quickly came out of the house.

The group saw Lin Zhuo but didn't say anything. Yi Zhonghai snorted and took the lead, leading the others out of the courtyard.

Lin Zhuoxin knew that Yi Zhonghai had a lot of opinions about him, but he didn't care. It was better if they ignored him; it would be more peaceful that way.

Lin Zhuo went inside, cooked some food, and had just finished eating when he heard a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, they found He Yushui.

Lin Zhuo quickly ushered He Yushui into the house.

He Yushui moved closer to the stove, warming her two little hands, which were red from the cold, and said somewhat shyly:

"Brother Zhuo, my brother isn't home. Did he go to the hospital with those old men?"

Lin Zhuo nodded and said:

"Yes, I just left home a short while ago."

He Yushui was somewhat annoyed and said:

"We don't even know when they'll be back."

"I forgot my keys again. I have a test at school tomorrow, and several books are still at home."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhuo roughly understood He Yushui's meaning and said:

"That's easy. I'll go to the hospital with you and get the keys from Brother Zhu."

He Yushui felt a little embarrassed when she saw that Lin Zhuo immediately understood her meaning.

"Brother Zhuo, it's so late, I'm sorry to have kept you from resting."

Lin Zhuo smiled and said:

"Not at all, it's just that it's too dark, that's why I have to stay with you. If it weren't dark, I wouldn't need to stay with you."

Actually, it's not late now, only a little past six o'clock.

However, the days are very short in the north during winter, and it was already pitch black outside at this time.

Although the public security situation was much better than in the following years, there were still quite a few hooligans and thugs.

Lin Zhuo was a little worried about letting He Yushui go out alone in such darkness.

It wouldn't be appropriate to leave He Yushui alone at home.

The key issue is that Lin Zhuo is unwilling to go to the hospital alone to see Yi Zhonghai and the others.

The two hurriedly left the house and headed straight for the People's Hospital.

People's Hospital.

Yi Zhonghai led a group of people from the hospital to the surgical ward where Jia Dongxu was located.

Yi Zhonghai didn't rush into the ward, but went to the doctor on duty's office first.

A young doctor on duty was looking through medical records in his office.

Yi Zhonghai's advance:

"Doctor, I'm Jia Dongxu's mentor. I'd like to ask how his condition is?"

The doctor on duty was somewhat displeased when he saw this large group of people enter, but he held back his displeasure when he heard Jia Dongxu's name.

The doctor on duty sighed and shook his head, saying:

"You just had surgery, so it's not very noticeable yet. We'll have to observe you for a few more days."

Although the doctor didn't say it explicitly, everyone wasn't stupid. They could tell from the doctor's attitude that the situation wasn't optimistic.

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and pressed on:

"Doctor, will there be any long-term effects?"

The doctor considered it for a moment and said:

"The patient's nerve damage is very severe. Let's see if he can regain sensation in his lower body in the next few days."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Although the doctor didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was clear enough.

There is little hope that Jia Dongxu will regain sensation in his lower body.

Or rather, he is very likely paralyzed.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai swayed, bracing himself against the table with both hands to regain his balance. He then pleaded with the doctor:

"Doctor, Dongxu is still young, and his whole family is counting on him. Can you think of another way?"