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

Song Xianglan went to the doctor's office to ask the attending physician about her condition and to see if she could get a discharge certificate.

Just got to the door.

I almost bumped into a female doctor in a white coat who rushed out from inside.

The female doctor looked up and her eyes instantly reddened. She hugged Song Xianglan tightly.

"Aunt Song. It really is you."

Upon closer inspection, Song Xianglan realized it was Cong Ying.

Cong Ying's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled.

"Aunt Song, if my medical skills had been a little better back then, I could have performed the surgery on Comrade Xiangdong sooner, and he wouldn't have had to suffer so much."

Song Xianglan patted her back and let go of her, "Silly girl, if it weren't for your acupuncture skills keeping him alive, Xiangdong would have been dead long ago. You are his savior, I thank you so much."

Cong Ying sniffed, holding back her tears.

She just spent a long time discussing it with her attending physician.

They knew that although Song Xiangdong had woken up, the blood clot in his brain had not completely cleared, and the pressure on his nerves was causing cognitive regression.

Song Xianglan inquired about Song Xiangdong's situation.

Now, all I do in the hospital is take medicine.

Hospital beds are scarce, and the corridors are full of patients.

"Aunt Song, I'll go back to Qingyang with you." Cong Ying thought for a moment and then offered her opinion. "Comrade Xiangdong's condition still needs to be gradually improved through acupuncture."

I wasn't comfortable letting him go back like that. I was originally assigned to provide support, so I went to give Xiang Dong acupuncture until he was fully recovered.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan felt a weight lifted from her heart.

With Cong Ying by my side, that's better than any medicine or injection.

The two returned to the ward.

Cong Ying took out a pulse pillow, intending to take Song Xiangdong's pulse.

Song Xiangdong was sitting on the bed picking at his fingers when he saw a stranger's hand reaching out. He frowned, quickly pulled his hand back under the covers, and glared at Cong Ying with a wary expression.

"Don't touch it!"

Shen Huijun was packing her clothes when she saw this and quickly came over to comfort her:

"Xiang Dong, this is Cong Ying, she's a doctor who saved your life. Be good, hold out your hand."

Song Xiangdong looked at Shen Huijun suspiciously, then at Cong Ying.

He shook his head like a rattle.

Shen Huijun was helpless.

If this were the old Song Xiangdong, he wouldn't be so awkward.

She took a White Rabbit candy out of her pocket.

Peel off the candy wrapper.

He waved the candy in front of Song Xiangdong and said, "Give your hand to Cong Ying, this is for you."

Song Xiangdong's eyes followed the candy around twice.

His Adam's apple moved.

He hesitated for a second, then slowly stretched his hand out from under the covers and laid it out in front of Cong Ying. With his other hand, he quickly grabbed the candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweetness melts in your mouth.

Song Xiangdong's eyes lit up, and he mumbled something to Cong Ying:

"elder sister!"

The air in the ward became quiet.

Cong Ying's hand trembled, and she almost missed pressing the pulse.

Shen Huijun's face twitched; she wanted to laugh but dared not.

Zhou Fang, who was peeling an apple the whole time, almost stabbed the back of her hand with the knife.

He glanced at his "good buddy" who was happily eating candy, and silently thought to himself:

Xiang Dong, if you ever regain your memories, please don't kill me. If word gets out that the Iron-Blooded Commander called a little girl "sister" just for a piece of candy, he'll lose all face.

The bed next door.

Tang Huan was struggling to help Yu Shu into a wheelchair.

Yu Qian was arrested, and Grandma Yu went to the police station to inquire about the situation.

Tang Huan plans to take Yu Shu back to his hometown in Sichuan Province for recuperation.

Before leaving, Song Xianglan called Tang Huan aside.

"Don't give that compensation to your in-laws. You should never give it to anyone, including your own family."

Song Xianglan stared at Tang Huan's distressed face. "The hearts of biased parents are black; no amount of whitewashing can cleanse them. Your husband was crippled for the sake of the country, but in his parents' eyes, he's not as good as that able-bodied son who only causes trouble. Only when you have money can you have hope for the future."

Tang Huan stared blankly at Song Xianglan.

Tears streamed down my face.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Shu heard these words and a glimmer of life returned to his eyes.

He gripped the empty trouser leg tightly.

He nodded emphatically at Song Xianglan.

"Auntie, I'll remember that." Yu Shu's voice was hoarse. "I will live a decent life. I will be Tang Huan and the child's support."

After seeing off the Yu family, they departed.

Another family came to the ward.

The next morning, Song Xiangdong was discharged from the hospital.

The military leaders made a special trip to deliver a generous sum of compensation.

There was also a kraft paper envelope, which was said to be a condolence payment privately transferred by a high-ranking official in Beijing.

Song Xianglan accepted the pension.

The envelope was returned.

"We can't accept this money," Song Xianglan said firmly. "Xiang Dong did it for the country; it's his duty."

But please take this money back and donate it to those soldiers who haven't yet received prosthetics and whose families are struggling to make ends meet.

Although Xiang Dong isn't quite thinking clearly right now, if he were lucid, he would definitely do the same thing.

The leader looked at Song Xianglan and saluted.

"Sister-in-law, you are acting with great righteousness. I thank you on behalf of the soldiers."

The leader told Song Xiangdong to take good care of his injuries, and that someone from the logistics department of the unit would contact them later.

……

The journey back to Qingyang took several days.

They switched from trains to cars, and finally hired a tractor at the dock.

The weather in Qingyang is very hot in spring.

The tractor bumped and jolted its way into Xiaoquan Brigade.

As soon as they arrived at the door, before the car had even come to a complete stop, Zhou Fang jumped out, took the wheelchair off, and turned to hug Song Xiangdong.

Liu Chounu and Granny Yu were talking at the door of Liu Chounu's house.

Seeing the tractor stop, the two rushed over.

Upon seeing Song Xiangdong's dazed and confused expression, Liu Chounu burst into tears and grabbed the wheelchair handle.

"Xiang Dong... what happened to him?"

Song Xiangdong lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at Liu Chounu, thought that this person cried too ugly, ignored her, turned his head to the side and closed his eyes to rest.

"Hey, isn't this the great hero?"

A shrill voice came from the side, carrying a sour, rancid smell.

Granny Yu glanced sideways at Song Xiangdong in the wheelchair, her lips curling into a smirk.

"I knew Song the butcher hadn't made a sound for so long, turns out he's crippled? Tsk tsk tsk... What a pity, how will he live from now on?"

Song Xianglan had just jumped down from the truck bed.

Hearing this, his anger flared up instantly.

"You're the cripple, your whole family is crippled," Song Xianglan slammed her bag on the ground. "All you're good for is your mouth, and it's full of shit."

"Hey, Song the Butcher, what's gotten into you?"

Granny Yu looked gloating. "I didn't say anything wrong. I didn't cripple him, so why are you taking it out on me?"

"Being disabled has its advantages; the government pays to support you, you're living off the government's money..."

Song Xiangdong, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Although he wasn't very quick-witted, he was extremely perceptive of malice.

That old woman's voice is more annoying than a mosquito's.

The sour, pungent smell emanating from him could be detected from two meters away.

Song Xiangdong frowned, raised his hand, and pointed directly at Granny Yu's nose.

"Smelly."

He spoke clearly and loudly.

Granny Yu was taken aback.

"What?"

Song Xiangdong stared at her old face and added seriously, "You ate shit."

After saying that, he turned his head and chuckled:

"Mom smells good."

Zhou Fang turned her back and her shoulders trembled violently.

Granny Yu's face turned a deep shade of liver. "You...you..."

Is that Song Xiangdong?

Seeing Granny Yu get the short end of the stick, Liu Chounu felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, which greatly lessened her earlier sadness.

But then I realized something was wrong.

She pulled Song Xianglan aside and asked in a low voice:

"Lanlan, has Xiangdong gone mad?"

"He's not stupid, he just has a blood clot in his brain. The doctor said he'll recover." Song Xianglan didn't want to explain further and told Zhou Fang to push him into the house.

Granny Yu was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

He followed up with further questions:

"This guy is obviously an idiot; he can't even understand polite words."

Throughout her life, she was always overshadowed by Song Xianglan.

In the past, when comparing their sons, her son had an accident and was transferred back to civilian life, while Song Xiangdong was promoted in the army.

Later, her son got into trouble, and Song Xiangdong became a hero.

Now that Song Xiangdong is a mentally challenged cripple, she can finally stand up straight and laugh at him.

The ugly woman couldn't stand it anymore.

There was an old hen pecking at food in the corner, clucking incessantly.

Liu Chounv kicked the old hen, sending it flying and feathers scattering all over the ground.

"You scoundrel!" Liu Chounu yelled at the chicken, pointing at it. "Don't think you're superior just because you laid a few eggs. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Your own house is a chaotic mess, like something out of an animal documentary, and you're making a racket here."

Granny Yu's face turned deathly pale instantly.

This is a veiled insult, and it's incredibly harsh.

"Who...who are you cursing?" Granny Yu stomped her feet in anger.

"Are you insulting a chicken? What are you insulting?" Liu Chounu rolled her eyes, turned around and took Song Xianglan's arm. "Come on, Lanlan, let's go home and ignore this noisy animal encyclopedia."

The door slammed shut.

They completely shut out Granny Yu's furious old face.