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

The Hu family left.

More people have arrived.

When Hu Sanpao pushed open the ward door, he was carrying a bag of apples and pears in his arms, and a box of peach crisps and a can of malted milk powder under his arm.

He was slightly thinner than Hu Dapao.

But the skeleton is extremely large.

Standing at the doorway, half of the light inside the room was blocked.

"Auntie, I'm the third son of the Hu family." Hu Sanpao bowed as he entered the door, his face beaming with a smile, looking much more refined than his older brother.

"I came here specifically to apologize to you. My parents are getting old and their minds are not clear. They like to make noise in the alley."

My older brother is incredibly stubborn; he's easily angered and prone to outbursts. He's actually just afraid of constantly having to clean up after his parents.

If he says anything unpleasant when he first arrives, please be magnanimous and forgive him; he's just all bark and no bite.

Hu Sanpao carefully placed the items on the bedside table.

He kept muttering to himself:

"I heard that you are an advanced worker, Auntie. You've seen a lot of the world, so you certainly won't stoop to the level of my unreasonable parents."

I know you're angry, and I'll definitely have my whole family come over to apologize to you later.

We'll cover all your medical expenses, and we'll also give you 20 yuan for your recovery. How does that sound?

"It's not as comfortable at home as in the hospital. If you have any requests, please feel free to speak up. Our whole family will try our best to accommodate you."

Song Xianglan closed her eyes, her brows furrowed, and clutched her chest, crying out "Ouch!" repeatedly.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze not falling on Hu Sanpao's face at all, but staring straight at the white wall behind him over his shoulder.

"Great-Grandma, what did you say? I'm still young and can live to ninety-nine, so I won't go..." Song Xianglan's voice trembled, and her hand made a grasping motion in mid-air.

Hu Sanpao's eyelids twitched, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Auntie, this is Hu Sanpao. I heard from the doctor that your injury isn't serious and you can be discharged and go home to recuperate."

You don't need to go to the hospital with a brick.

Short people are often cunning; they'll fight each other and then try to extort money from others.

Hu Sanpao grew angrier the more he thought about it, his heart burning with rage. Yet, he forced a smile and tried to appear humble.

Chen Zui was peeling an apple when he heard this and grabbed Hu Sanpao by the collar.

Hu Sanpao was too strong, and Chen tried to pull him twice but he didn't budge, making the scene somewhat awkward.

Chen simply let go, pointing at Hu Sanpao's nose and spitting fire:

"My godmother has already seen my great-grandmother, and you're here lying through your teeth to let her be discharged from the hospital?"

You acted all high and mighty before, but now you're showing your true colors.

Are you afraid of paying for an extra day of hospitalization, or are you afraid that if this matter gets out of hand, you'll lose your job at the post office?

You all know what kind of people your family is, so don't spout nonsense to me. I want to see something real.

Hu Sanpao's thoughts were exposed, and his face stiffened.

He works at the post office and many of the people he knows consider him a genius.

He was at a loss, faced with a room full of people who didn't play by the rules.

"No discussion, take your things and get out."

Song Tingting picked up the bag of apples and shoved it into Hu Sanpao's arms.

"Don't think we don't know the disgusting things your family has been doing in the alley. We won't take a penny less than we owe you, and your parents and your older brother must stay in the detention center for the full amount of time."

Chen Zui and Song Tingting stood on the left and right respectively.

They forcibly pushed Hu Sanpao out of the ward.

Hu Sanpao stood in the corridor, his eyebrows bulging with anger.

Those who have been beaten by the Hu family over the years can only accept their bad luck; no one dares to call the police or go to the hospital.

He muttered a curse under his breath:

"Southern old women are so cunning. They think they can get rich after getting hit with a brick?"

He looked at the apple in his hand; he had taken so many things, yet only the apple was given to him.

In the ward.

Song Xianglan sat up abruptly, grabbed the apple Chen Zui handed her and started eating it. "I specialize in dealing with bullies. Let's see who can outlast whom."

After eating half an apple, Song Xianglan felt she needed to urinate because she had drunk too much water.

Song Tingting remembered that she hadn't bought a washbasin and towels yet, so she hurriedly went out after settling her mother in.

"Comrade, please wait a moment."

Song Tingting was stopped by a young man in military uniform at the corner of the corridor.

She stopped and thought the person looked familiar, then thought about it carefully.

"Are you Comrade Zhao?"

"Zhao Yang." The young man nodded and pulled over a middle-aged woman next to him to introduce her, "Mom, I mentioned to you that I met the hero's mother on the train. This is the hero's sister."

Zhao Yang's mother, Lei Hongying, looked elegant in a well-tailored suit.

Upon hearing the word "hero," her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She stepped forward and took Song Tingting's hand. "Girl, is your brother named Song Xiangdong?"

Song Tingting was a little confused.

He nodded mechanically.

"Thank God, your brother came to Beijing to receive an award and we met briefly." Lei Hongying's voice choked with emotion. "Xiang Dong saved my brother's child in the southwest."

My father only had one grandson, and my brother only had one son. Xiang Dong is a benefactor to our whole family.

Zhao Yang comforted his mother, "Mom, don't cry. My cousin is doing well."

Song Xiangdong was transferred to civilian work.

Lei Xun returned from the southwest and joined the army in Beijing.

Song Tingting, in a daze, led the mother and son into the ward.

Song Xianglan was sitting cross-legged on the bed chatting with her neighbor when she saw Zhao Yang come in. Her smile deepened. "Isn't this little Zhao from the train? Beijing is such a big city, our connection is really something."

Zhao Yang stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Song Xianglan.

"Auntie, let me formally introduce myself. Your son, Song Xiangdong, saved my cousin on the front lines in the southwest. The Lei and Zhao families have never forgotten him, and I never expected to run into him again at the hospital."

Song Xianglan... The world is so small.

Lei Hongying grabbed Song Xianglan's hand and immediately called her "older sister".

"Zhao Yang told me when he got back that he ran into you on the train. He said he hadn't explained things clearly to you at the time. I scolded him for it, and from then on, we treated each other like relatives in Beijing."

"I'll be going back in a few days. My hometown has been allocated more than ten acres of land, and I can't leave it unattended."

"Then let's stay in Beijing for a while longer. I'll show my older sister around and let her try some of Beijing's delicious food."

Chen heard it clearly, and with a quick glance, her sweet tongue immediately began to complain.

He vividly recounted how the Hu family bullied outsiders, how Old Man Hu hit people with a brick, and how Big Cannon Hu came in and threatened people.

Lei Hongying's eyebrows shot up in anger.

"These thugs are completely lawless. Ma'am, this ward is too messy. I know the director of this hospital. Let's move to a private room so you can get a proper check-up."

Fang Jinming and Bao Huaihua, who were in the next bed, turned pale with anxiety when they heard that they had to change rooms.

If we changed rooms...

Where will they get their food?

"Big sister, don't go. We won't make a fuss, and we can even help run errands." Fang Jinming looked at Song Xianglan pitifully.

Song Xianglan waved her hand.

"No, no, I don't want to change. I like being around people, and I feel stifled in that private room. I just have a bit of chest tightness; I'll be fine after a couple of days in bed."

She knew in her heart that she was mainly faking her injury.

In order to earn some money, he willingly took the beating.

She was afraid that having too much contact with a wealthy family like the Lei family would easily expose her secret.

Besides, she still has to stay here and extort money from the Hu family.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Lei Hongying sat down and carefully inquired about Song Xiangdong's situation.

Song Xianglan didn't say anything; she maintained that she wouldn't interfere in her son's work. She only mentioned her daughter-in-law and grandchildren.

When Fu Bao and You Bao are mentioned, Song Xianglan's smile never fades.

I sat for a while.

Lei Hongying and Zhao Yang got up and left first.

As evening approached, members of the Lei family gradually arrived.

Lei Hongying's younger brother and sister-in-law carried large bags of nutritional supplements, with ginseng, deer antler, and various finely packaged tonics piled up on the bedside table.

The Lei family's nanny even brought over some simmered chicken soup, the aroma filling the entire corridor.

The old lady and old man from the Lei family also came. She was ten years older than Song Xiangmei, but she had delicate skin and spoke softly, making her look about ten years younger than Song Xiangmei.

She held Song Xianglan's hand, repeatedly thanking Song Xiangdong for saving her life, and also told Song Tingting to visit the Lei family often in the future.

Once the Lei family left, Song Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tingting, hurry up and go to the restaurant. Braised pork knuckle, sweet and sour pork, braised chicken pieces—bring back all the good dishes from Beijing."

Fang Jinming swallowed hard. "Big sister, aren't you going to change rooms?"

"No, I'm fine here."

Song Xianglan saw things very clearly.

The taciturn old man Lei gave her a look as he left, clearly seeing through her attempt to extort the Hu family.

But he didn't point it out.

She appreciated the favor, but she couldn't really treat the person as a long-term meal ticket.

It's best to avoid hanging around in front of them; we're from two different worlds.

Before six o'clock, Song Tingting returned carrying several large food boxes.

The aroma of meat filled the ward once again.

The three families sat together, eating as joyfully as if it were Chinese New Year.

After lunch, Song Xianglan urged Chen Zui and Song Tingting to go back, saying, "Tingting, go back to school and don't miss your classes. Chen Zui can just bring breakfast over tomorrow."

Song Tingting hesitated for a moment, but Song Xianglan glared at her and said, "I'm strong enough to kill a tiger, so hurry up and go."

At this moment, at the Lei family's residence.

Old Master Lei sat in his study, listening to his secretary report on the Hu family's situation.

The neighbors in the alley came out one after another to report the Hu family’s many years of bad deeds after the Hu couple and Hu Dapao were arrested.

Grandpa Lei flipped through the materials, his tone calm, "Since the people's will is with us, let's lend a hand."

Some people abuse their small amount of local power to oppress the people. They should be taught a lesson, and those who are doing nothing behind the scenes should reflect on their actions.

The secretary nodded. "Understood. I will inform the relevant departments."