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

Taking advantage of being the victim's mother, Song Ersao struck Cai Youde several times in front of everyone.

It was the emergency room doctor who came over. "Quickly get the patient in for surgery. The extent of the leg fracture is so severe that even if it heals, there will likely be long-term effects."

Cai Youde was alarmed.

"Doctor, please heal my leg."

The ER doctor sighed, "I did my best. What kind of grudge could this be? This leg is badly shattered. You're not a child; a broken leg can be repaired."

……

On another floor, in Brother Song's ward.

The ward was very quiet.

Brother Song lay on the bed, his face pale, coughing occasionally.

Song Laosi sat on the edge of the bed, his back hunched.

The second child covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

"Boss." Second Brother Song's voice was hoarse.

Brother Song turned his head.

"Yulu will be alright."

Song Erge sobbed, "Every year when we go to the grave, we burn basket after basket of paper money, and offer up all our gold and silver treasures. Why don't our ancestors bless you and my Yulu from below?"

Brother Song closed his eyes, his eyes moist.

"Second brother, in my dream last time, Mom and Dad asked me to come over." Brother Song took a breath. "We misjudged those bastards from the Cai family. With Third Sister there, Yulu will be fine."

Song Erge wiped his face.

Nod vigorously.

"Big brother, you should focus on getting better." Second Brother Song stood up, his eyes bloodshot. "Even though Cai Youde's leg is broken, this isn't over yet. If he doesn't want a divorce, the Song family will help him get one."

"My third sister said she hired Lawyer Qian. He's the one who handled Fangfang's divorce."

Old Song frowned. "Is there something wrong with the feng shui of our family? Are the trees in front of Mom and Dad's graves bad? Several couples in our family have gotten divorced. Aren't all the divorce cases in Qingyang these past few years our family's?"

After all, divorces are not common in rural areas.

They would never divorce, not even if it meant hanging themselves, jumping into a river, or drinking pesticide.

The Song family is the opposite.

They all valued their lives highly, and if they couldn't make it work, they quickly separated.

*

Attorney Qian was picked up by Zhou Fang.

A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses was following behind him.

"Boss Song, this is Attorney Tang." As soon as Attorney Qian entered the ward, he went straight to the point without bothering with pleasantries. "Old Tang specializes in these kinds of criminal cases. I specially invited him from the provincial capital."

Attorney Tang took the copy of the case file handed to him by Song Tian and quickly flipped through it.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of papers.

"It's not a big problem." Attorney Tang closed the file. "The neighbor's testimony is extremely favorable to us. Yang Axiu coerced us first and used the knife first."

Song Yulu's actions constituted a counterattack after seizing the weapon. At worst, it could be considered excessive self-defense.

I went to the police station and also learned at the hospital that Song Yulu is in very poor mental condition and is suffering from post-traumatic stress. I am quite confident that I can assert my right to self-defense, and the worst outcome would be a suspended sentence.

Song Xianglan's anxiety, which had been building for days, finally subsided.

Sister-in-law Song put her hands together and chanted "Amitabha" several times.

"Attorney Tang, thank you for your trouble. The Song family will not haggle over the price." Song Tian stated.

"If you're paid to do something, you have to do it. I'll immediately contact the police and apply for a mental evaluation for Song Yulu, and get her released on bail pending trial." Attorney Tang acted swiftly, turning around and leaving with Attorney Qian.

in the afternoon.

Several people entered Brother Song's private hospital room.

Shen Huijun was walking at the very front.

She had a neat, ear-length bob and wore a sharp women's suit, exuding a capable and efficient aura.

"Mom." Shen Huijun walked up to Song Xianglan.

"I didn't even tell you, how did you all get here?" Song Xianglan grasped her hand, looking her up and down. "You've lost weight, but you look more energetic."

"It's inconvenient for Xiang Dong to show up; there are so many eyes watching him from his seat." Shen Huijun pulled up a chair and sat down. "I came quickly to see him; we also want to visit our uncle."

Shen Huijun took a box of sea cucumbers.

There's a box of bird's nest, a box of fish maw, and a box of dendrobium powder.

They're all nourishing foods.

"These are all suitable for my uncle to eat; they're very good for his health."

Old Song took the things, saying, "We're all family, no need to buy anything."

Song Xianglan: "We'll keep the children's filial piety if they give it to our elder brother. You can cook it for him later."

Shen Huijun's gaze fell on Zhou Fang and Cong Ying, who were standing against the wall.

These two people went to Shenzhen to run some time ago, and left after only one day.

"Zhou Fang, what are your plans?" Shen Huijun asked directly. "You're not getting any younger, hurry up and get your marriage certificate. The wedding can be held during the Spring Festival."

Cong Ying's face flushed as she glanced at Brother Song on the hospital bed.

"What time is it? It's so inappropriate to bring up our business now."

Shen Huijun didn't reply, but her eyes conveyed a deep meaning.

One mishap after another struck the family, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Song Xianglan understood the unspoken meaning behind Shen Huijun's words.

"Pick a date, and you and Cong Ying will get your marriage certificate," Song Xianglan decided.

Zhou Fang stood there, stunned, glancing at Brother Song, who was wrapped in bandages and on an IV drip. "Godmother, is now... appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Song Xianglan raised her voice. "It's a good way to bring good luck. The house has been plagued by bad luck these past few days, so we'll have a happy occasion to sweep it away."

Zhou Fang choked and turned to look at Cong Ying.

Cong Ying stamped her feet in frustration.

"Aunt Song, you're in too much of a hurry..."

"It's for my own good," Shen Huijun replied. "Everyone was worried, and now that this is settled, it'll be a relief for the family."

The matter was decided abruptly.

The ward door opened again, and Yang Liu walked in, wearing a red beret and a stylish wool coat, looking very energetic. Song Qiang followed behind, carrying several bags.

"Third Aunt." Yang Liu called out happily as she entered the room, but her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She ran up to Song Xianglan, her face scrunched up in a grimace.

"Why is Yulu so unlucky? Everyone thought she fell into a lucky hole, but it turns out to be a place that eats people alive."

Song Qiang coughed lightly from behind.

"What are you coughing for?" Yang Liu turned around and glared at him. "How many good men are there? If you hadn't gone crazy and insisted on having a son, doing such a shameful thing, would we be in this situation today? Would Dad be so angry?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Brother Song with mixed feelings.

"Dad, I'm divorced from Song Qiang, but I know how good you've been to me. In my heart, I still consider you my elders."

Brother Song and his brothers were quite surprised.

The willows are different from before.

Before, he would point his finger at Brother Song's nose and scold the old man, saying that he couldn't manage his son.

Song Qiang looked embarrassed and put down his things, then retreated to the door.

When winter vacation starts, Yifeng must bring all the children back to see their grandfather.

Song Xianglan pulled Yang Liu aside: "I heard your mother is looking for you everywhere?"

"She's asking me for money." Yang Liu curled her lip, looking completely nonchalant. "Song Qiang and I ended up like this, he made a lot of mistakes, but I also had my share of problems. I didn't understand it back then, but now I understand it all. No one is more important than having money in your own hands."

"People are selfish. My mom thinks more about her sons. What do daughters matter to her?"

"I used to be influenced by her. I also wanted to have a son with Song Qiang, but now I know that my daughter is my true strength."

Cong Ying, who was listening nearby, casually asked:

"You two came together this time, are you thinking of remarrying?"

Yang Liu shook her head. "Remarriage is impossible. With all those things in between, there's no going back. I've expanded the shop into a private restaurant. Business is booming; I'm making so much money every day."

Her tone was light and cheerful.

"What are men anyway? I have plenty to eat and drink. I just hope Yulu can see things clearly too. That Cai Youde is no better than Song Qiang."

"Get a divorce as soon as this is over. She's capable of making money and is more comfortable on her own than anyone else. She can find a good man later, or she can choose not to."

have to say.

The willows have changed dramatically.

I really grew a lot after going to Shenzhen.

There were too many people coming, and there wasn't enough room to move around in the ward.

Song Qiang went out to make a phone call, and when he came back, he took Song Tian, ​​Song west, and the others out with him.

Once the person leaves.

The ward fell silent.

Brother Song coughed for a while, his face turning blue and purple.

He leaned against the pillows, looking at Song Xianglan.

"Xianglan," Brother Song said, catching his breath, "I'm not going to be hospitalized."

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Song Xianglan walked over. "The doctor said this illness needs treatment."

"It can't be cured. I know my own body." Brother Song waved his hand. "Surgery would require cutting open my abdomen, which would cost a lot of money and cause me a lot of suffering. I'd rather go back to my hometown while I can still walk. I've never left my hometown in my entire life."

"I'd rather die there. I'm afraid if I die in the new city, my soul won't be able to return."

"Your sister-in-law and I have suffered a lifetime together. I want to spend her final days with her. Let me go back."

Brother Song looked at her with pleading eyes.

Song Xianglan felt a tightness in her chest, a discomfort that made her feel uneasy.

Old Song squatted at the foot of the bed, his eyes red and silent.

The doctor did explain that in the late stage, surgery would not be very effective, and conservative treatment would only prolong life.

"Alright. I promise you." Song Xianglan gritted her teeth and agreed. "Fourth brother, you pack your things and take eldest brother back to our hometown with second brother. Don't worry about Yulu's matter. Second sister-in-law and I will stay here and wait for the outcome."

Old Song wiped his face and nodded vigorously.