Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Another ten days or so passed.

Song Xiangdong was also rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment due to a persistent high fever.

Shen Huijun took a warm towel and wiped Song Xiangdong's hands. "Xiangdong, the sun is shining brightly outside today. When you wake up, we'll push you out to get some sun."

Shen Huijun took that calloused hand and placed it on her slightly protruding belly.

"There's something I haven't told you yet, we're having a baby. The doctor said it's a very healthy little one."

Song Xianglan paused in her act of peeling an apple, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She put down the knife and reached out to touch Song Xiangdong's thin cheeks.

His voice was very hoarse.

"Son, did you hear that? You're going to be a father. Stop playing around and come back right now."

"Mom was confused before, and you suffered a lot because of it. Give Mom a chance to make it up to you, okay?" Song Xiangdong kept his eyes closed, not even a tremor in his eyelashes. The air in the ward seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

A sudden angry curse from the next bed broke the somber mood.

After searching for several days without finding Yu Qian, Grandma Yu turned her anger on Tang Huan, asking, "Did you, you jinx, drive the second son away?"

He disappeared while he was buying food with you; it's been days, and there hasn't been a trace of him.

Tang Huan was feeding Yu Shu porridge with her neck hunched over when the shout made her hand tremble, spilling the porridge onto the blanket.

"Mom, please keep your voice down, this is a hospital."

Tang Huan quickly grabbed a towel to wipe it off.

"I'm not whispering! I think you're the vixen who seduced him somewhere and ruined him."

Grandma Yu grew angrier the more she thought about it, her finger practically poking Tang Huan's forehead. "Are you eyeing the eldest son's pension? Trying to kill us all so you can pocket it all?"

Yu Shu, lying on the bed with a broken leg, glared angrily.

"Yu Qian is over twenty years old, with hands and feet, and a wife and children. What can Tang Huan do to him?"

Don't you know his character? He's probably off gallivanting somewhere.

"You heartless bastard."

Grandma Yu was so angry that she howled, "I'm doing this all for you. Now that your leg is crippled, your brother will have to support you in the future."

Your wife is as cunning as a sieve; after marriage, she flaunts her wealth and tries to seduce anyone. She gave birth to a worthless child and still thinks she's right?

The little girl, who had been lying by the bed, pressed her face against the back of Yu Shu's hand.

"Dad, I'm not a burden... I'm very obedient, don't you want me anymore?"

Yu Shu's eyes instantly reddened, and he reached out to hug his daughter's head.

"Don't listen to Grandma's nonsense, you're Daddy's little darling."

Grandma Yu was so angry that she spun around on the spot. "You've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife. Can this good-for-nothing take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die? You'll still have to rely on your brother's son to carry on the family line."

The old lady on the next bed couldn't stand it anymore, "It's a new society now, why are you still clinging to your cerebellum?"

Teachers all say that women hold up half the sky.

If you look down on women, then you must be some kind of worthless, money-losing creature that popped out of a rock.

"None of your business, you old geezer."

Grandma Yu was furious. She turned around and pounced on the old woman, yelling, "Where did this old hag come from, pretending to be a big shot here?"

The old lady looked thin and small, but she had a strong grip.

Seeing Grandma Yu rushing over, he instead stretched out his leg to trip her and forcefully snapped her with his hand.

"Ouch!"

Grandma Yu lost her footing and, like a fat cannonball, hurtled straight toward Song Xiangdong's hospital bed.

"Bang!"

Grandma Yu's large buttocks slammed heavily against the edge of the bed, causing the bed to shake violently and produce a screeching sound.

One of her cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole flew off due to inertia and landed squarely on the forehead of the unconscious Song Xiangdong with a "thud," leaving a dusty shoe print.

Shen Huijun screamed in fright and rushed over to protect Song Xiangdong's head.

Looking at the shoe print on her son's forehead, Song Xianglan felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart.

Her son has been in a coma for so many days.

She didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of startling him.

That old hag was something else; she nearly flipped the bed off with her bottom and then hit her son's face with the sole of her stinky shoe.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Song Xianglan picked up the cloth shoe that had fallen to the ground, grabbed Old Lady Yu by the hair as she was trying to get up, and pressed her firmly against the windowsill.

"Ugh! Let go!"

Grandma Yu struggled desperately.

"Go eat shit!" Song Xianglan flicked her wrist and shoved the sweaty, smelly cloth shoe into Old Lady Yu's mouth.

"You're spewing filth, huh? I'll shut you up."

Not satisfied with stuffing the shoes in, Song Xianglan slapped Old Lady Yu twice across the face, making a loud "smack, smack" sound, so hard that Old Lady Yu saw stars.

"You dared to hit my son, you dared to swear. This slap is for your daughter-in-law. This slap is for your granddaughter."

"If you dare to act wildly in front of my son again, I'll pull out all your old teeth and stuff them up your nose."

The entire ward was in complete chaos.

Tang Huan was so happy that she didn't want to stop her.

Yu Shu wanted to stop him, but he was too weak.

Several family members watching the commotion even wanted to applaud Song Xianglan.

Just then.

Shen Huijun suddenly let out a startled cry that had changed tone.

"Mom, stop hitting him! Xiang Dong... Xiang Dong is moving!"

Song Xianglan's hand, which was raised in mid-air, suddenly froze.

She flung Grandma Yu aside and scrambled to the head of the bed.

On the hospital bed.

The man, who had been asleep for more than ten days, was twitching his eyelids slightly.

The eyelashes were like two small brushes, struggling to lift the heavy curtain.

"Xiangdong, my son." Song Xianglan held her breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

Shen Huijun gripped the bedsheets tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Several seconds passed.

Those eyes finally opened completely.

A pair of extremely clear eyes, black and white distinct, revealing a kind of...foolishness untouched by worldly corruption.

He just stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion, like a newborn baby.

Song Xianglan burst into tears instantly and reached out to touch his face.

"Son, you're finally awake! You scared your mother to death!"

Song Xiangdong slowly turned his eyes, his gaze falling on Song Xianglan's face, which was covered in snot and tears. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering a very profound question.

half an hour.

He opened his lips, his voice terribly hoarse.

Who is it?

This sound choked Song Xianglan back to her overflowing excitement.

She and Shen Huijun exchanged a glance, and her heart skipped a beat.

We're doomed.

I've turned my brain back to its factory settings.

"I'm your mother."

Song Xianglan pointed at her own nose, "Don't you recognize your mother? Your own mother who raised you from infancy."

Song Xiangdong stared at her for a long time.

His eyes showed great confusion, and he repeated the sentence.

"Your mother."

There was no question in his tone; he was simply repeating what he had just learned.

Song Xianglan almost choked.

Shen Huijun wiped away her tears and leaned over to hold his hand.

Soft voice correction:

"Not your mother, but your mom. Xiangdong, this is your mom."

Song Xiangdong turned to look at Shen Huijun, blinked, and his eyes were so innocent that they were heartbreaking.

He seemed to understand a little, and opened his mouth to shout:

"Mother."

Song Xianglan felt a sense of relief and was about to agree.

Song Xiangdong then shouted at Shen Huijun again:

"Mother."

Shen Huijun: ...

Oh my god.

Song Xianglan clutched her chest, feeling the need for oxygen.

My son is awake, but what can I do if he's back to his factory settings?

"Xiang Dong, I am Huijun, your wife." Shen Huijun patiently pointed to herself, "Remember? The wife carrying your child."

Song Xiangdong's gaze swept over Shen Huijun's stomach before returning to her face, clearly not understanding what a "wife" was.

"Doctor, doctor! Come quick!" Zhou Fang took off running towards the nurses' station.

Soon, several doctors and nurses rushed in.

They examined Song Xiangdong's pupils and listened to his heartbeat, going through quite a bit of trouble.

The attending physician removed his stethoscope and looked at the anxious family members.

Smiled:

"Don't worry, all your vital signs are still relatively normal. This is post-traumatic stress disorder, plus the prolonged high fever has made your brain a little slow to process things. Simply put, your brain cells are a bit slow to reboot. It will gradually get better in a couple of days."

Song Xianglan was finally relieved.

As long as you're alive, being a little silly is better than lying still.

"The family should talk to him more and stimulate his memory, which will be beneficial to his recovery."

After giving his instructions, the doctor shook his head and left.

The ward fell silent.

Grandma Yu sat on the ground and spat.

Seeing that Song Xiangdong had woken up, they dared not act rashly again.

He slunk back to his side of the companion chair and huddled there.

Shen Huijun picked up the cooled rice porridge next to her, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Song Xiangdong's lips.

"Xiangdong, are you hungry? Have some rice porridge."

Song Xiangdong didn't open his mouth, his clear eyes fixed on the half-eaten dry sesame seed cake in the little girl's hand on the next bed.

"that."

He raised his hand, pointed at the sesame seed cake, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Shen Huijun was taken aback. "You want to eat sesame seed cakes?"

Song Xiangdong nodded, extremely seriously.

"fragrant."

Song Xianglan burst into laughter through her tears and slapped the back of his hand.

"You can only drink soup after waking up. I think your brain is messed up, but your appetite isn't."

Song Xiangdong withdrew his hand, looked at Song Xianglan with a pitiful expression, and then obediently opened his mouth to drink a sip of rice porridge.

This was the first time Shen Huijun had seen her husband like this.

There's a childlike innocence hidden beneath the silliness.

As long as he wakes up, that's all that matters.