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

After finishing the last sip of rice porridge, Song Xiangdong licked his lips with his tongue, still wanting more.

Those clear, big eyes, still harboring wicked intentions, peered over Shen Huijun's shoulder and fixed their gaze on the half-eaten sesame seed cake in the little girl's hand on the next bed.

The little girl felt uneasy under that intense gaze.

She snuggled closer to Yu Shu, clutching the sesame seed cake in her hand even tighter.

"Xiangdong, you can't eat that, it's someone else's sesame seed cake." Shen Huijun was both amused and exasperated, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief like she was coaxing a child. "When you're better, I'll buy you a scallion pancake to roll up with fried dough sticks, okay?"

Song Xiangdong's eyes twitched, and he struggled to look away from the sesame seed cake.

It landed on Shen Huijun's face.

He tilted his head, seemingly processing the complex sentence.

After several seconds, he slowly nodded.

"...Okay. You...look good..."

Shen Huijun's eyes welled up with tears again.

She reached out and touched his messy hair.

The man who was once decisive and stern now acts like a child just learning to speak.

It's good that people are alive.

But this disparity still makes one feel a pang of sadness.

"laugh--"

A discordant, cold laugh came from next door.

Grandma Yu sat in the care chair. The beating she had just received had left her hair disheveled and her cheeks swollen, but that didn't stop her from spewing venom.

"No wonder he didn't recognize anyone when he woke up. Turns out he damaged his brain and became an idiot."

Grandma Yu rubbed her cheek and glanced sideways in this direction.

His eyes revealed a gloating look.

"What a karmic retribution! Weren't you quite capable before? A war hero, so impressive!"

Now he's become a complete idiot who'd eat shit. He's not even as good as my son who could crawl even without legs…”

The more she talked, the more relieved she felt, completely disregarding Yu Shu's unpleasant expression.

Ignoring the lesson he learned from Song Xianglan stuffing his smelly socks into his mouth, he started yelling in a sarcastic tone.

"Little sister, don't be too sad."

Being an idiot is good; idiots are obedient, and they can survive as long as you give them food. It's no different from raising a dog.

"It just so happens that my family is useless and your family is stupid, so neither of us should laugh at the other. Together we can get a bigger compensation payment."

The other family members in the ward frowned as they listened.

That's incredibly unethical.

Song Xianglan was packing her lunchbox when she heard this, she paused, and the steel spoon in her hand clattered against the edge of the lunchbox.

She slowly turned around, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Old hag, did you rinse your mouth in a latrine to make it stink like that?"

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and said, "Even if my son is mentally impaired, he was burned into mentally impaired because he shed blood and sweat for the country. Your eldest son lost his legs because of the country; he is also a hero."

"Your precious second son, Yu Qian, hasn't come back for so long. Aren't you afraid he's done something wicked and been taken by the King of Hell to be fried into dough sticks?"

Speaking of Yu Qian.

Grandma Yu's expression changed instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur standing on end.

"You're talking nonsense. Your whole family got fried like dough sticks. My son was... he was out running errands. Unlike your son, who'll just be a good-for-nothing who wastes his life!"

"waste?"

Song Xianglan stepped forward and slapped him several times.

Grandma Yu cried out in pain from the beating.

Song Xiangdong, lying in bed, was not very quick-witted, but his perception of malice was much more acute than that of ordinary people.

That old and ugly woman had a shrill voice, like sawing wood, that gave him a headache.

Song Xiangdong frowned.

With great effort, he propped himself up, his clear black and white eyes staring intently at Old Lady Yu.

Grandma Yu felt uneasy under his gaze. "What...what are you looking at? Is this some kind of idiot trying to hit someone?"

Song Xiangdong stared at her face, which was swollen like a pig's head, for a long time.

Suddenly, he raised his finger, pointed at Old Lady Yu's face, and uttered a single word with crystal clarity:

"ugly."

The air in the ward seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, with a "pfft," someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then.

Low chuckles echoed through the ward.

Even Tang Huan, who had been frowning the whole time, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Grandma Yu's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and she trembled with anger: "Who...who are you calling an idiot?"

Song Xiangdong ignored her.

He turned to look at Shen Huijun.

The previously cold and disdainful look in his eyes instantly softened.

He reached out his large hand and gently touched Shen Huijun's cheek, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth.

"Junjun...smells good."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Even the old lady next door who had knocked Grandma Yu flying was laughing so hard she was slapping her thigh.

"Sister, your son is clearly blessed with divine insight. He can distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and knows what smells good and what smells bad. His mind is much sharper than that old hag's."

The gloom in Song Xianglan's heart was swept away.

She walked over, cupped Song Xiangdong's face in her hands, and rubbed it. "Good son is right, she's an ugly freak, let's ignore her."

Song Xiangdong blinked, looking even more adorable.

"Mom... is beautiful."

Song Xianglan felt a lump in her throat as she thought of Song Xiangdong's childhood.

Grandma Yu was so angry that her vision blurred, and she wanted to rush up and tear the mouths of the mother and son apart.

But you can't beat them in a fight, and you can't out-argue them either.

He swallowed his anger and resentment.

She could only vent her anger on Tang Huan.

"Why aren't you going to find Yu Qian?" Old Mrs. Yu slapped Tang Huan on the back. "Did you deliberately keep him out of town?"

Tang Huan staggered from the blow, tears welling in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.

"Mom, I didn't... I'll go ask the nurses."

"What are you asking for? Don't come back if you can't find me!" Old Mrs. Yu shoved her fiercely.

Yu Shu said coldly, "Huanhuan, don't go."

Tang Huan lowered her head.

Grandma Yu cried out, "Your brother disappeared because of you. Your daughter-in-law is so unfaithful; she must have done something bad that your brother found out. I should have kept her out of the way..."

Two police officers in dark blue uniforms walked in.

One of the older police officers, holding a clip, scanned the ward.

"Excuse me, who are Yu Qian's family members?"

The ward fell silent instantly.

Just as Old Mrs. Yu was about to utter another few more curses, she froze, a sudden unease creeping into her heart, a sense of foreboding rising within her.

She stood up, trembling.

"I...I'm Yu Qian's mother. Comrade, what...what happened? What's wrong with my son?"

The police officer glanced at her and said in a businesslike manner.

"Yu Qian is suspected of publicly molesting women in the hospital, which is a serious offense with a bad influence."

He has been transferred by the security department and is now under criminal detention by our institute in accordance with the law.

"You're a family member, come with us to the office to sign some papers."

It was like a thunderbolt striking the top of one's head.

Grandma Yu rolled her eyes, swayed, and slumped into a chair.

"What...what the hell? Indecent assault? Detention?"

She seemed not to understand the meaning of those words put together, her mouth agape, "Comrades, are you sure you're not mistaken? My son went to buy food! How could he... someone must have seduced him..."

"My son is still a child, he's so innocent. Those women outside are wicked..."

She abruptly turned her head and pointed at Tang Huan, her eyes filled with malice as if she wanted to devour him. "Was it you? Was it you, you jinx, who seduced some other man and is now blaming my son?"

The police officer frowned and shouted sternly:

"Shut up. The victim was present at the scene, and there is both witness testimony and physical evidence. Yu Qian himself has also confessed."

This is the law, not your private room. Stop making trouble here.

"In addition, an investigation revealed that Yu Qian was involved in multiple cases of hooliganism and disturbances, and also coerced women... He was convicted of multiple crimes and will be sent to the frontier for twenty years of labor reform."

"Twenty...twenty years?"

Grandma Yu was completely devastated.

Will her son be able to come back in twenty years?

"My son!" Old Mrs. Yu wailed, "Which heartless, vicious shrew did she do? Would touching her have taken a piece of flesh from me? My son, you're innocent..."

Everyone: ...

The ward was in complete chaos.

Song Xianglan watched this scene with a cold eye, her heart unmoved, and she even thought of taking out a handful of melon seeds to crack open.

Evil people will be punished by Heaven.

If you don't accept it, then the time hasn't come yet.

When the time comes, we'll take everything, pot and all.

Song Xiangdong didn't understand what had happened, but he felt that the annoying, ugly old woman seemed to be in a very bad situation.

He tilted his head and glanced at Old Lady Yu, who was crying and wailing on the ground.

He glanced at Song Xianglan again and suddenly blurted out:

"Should."

Song Xianglan was taken aback.

"Yes, that's exactly right!"

Grandma Yu fainted after catching her breath.

In the end, Tang Huan went to the police station to sign the papers.

Yu Shu felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He waited for Tang Huan to come back and then told her that they were going to be discharged from the hospital and return to their hometown.

Song Xianglan also wanted to take Song Xiangdong back to his hometown.

The corridor outside was full of wounded people.

The hospital was short of beds, and it was said that many wounded soldiers from the war were sent there.

Thinking that treatment at home would be the same, she discussed it with Shen Huijun, "Huijun, I'll ask the doctor if Xiangdong can be discharged and return to Qingyang?"