He quickly hung up the phone.
She didn’t keep her mother waiting for long and rushed to the hospital half an hour later.
After knocking on the door of the ward, she entered the ward and saw her father on the hospital bed, with a pale face and a painful expression. She moved her lips, but in the end she didn’t ask anything.
Zheng Hua opened his eyes and looked at his biological daughter.
His eyes were full of expectation and begging, hoping that his biological daughter could speak for him and let his old wife ask the doctor to give him some more painkillers. It was too painful.
Although he is a visiting son-in-law, he does not have much money on him, and his daily pocket money does not exceed 500 yuan, but his material life is extremely luxurious. In the Feng family, he can tell him what he wants and what he wants to eat. , after the housekeeper asks the head of the family for instructions, he will satisfy him.
Except for not having much pocket money, he really didn’t lack anything.
After decades of pampering, has he ever suffered this kind of pain?
After the head of the Feng family glanced at her husband, he said to his daughter: “Go and sit in the living room. Your dad needs to be quiet now and let him have a good rest. He can’t eat anything for the time being, and he can’t eat. He won’t feel it even if he loses IV drip.” Hungry.”
Feng Qing did not look at her father anymore, and followed her mother to the small living room outside. She put the insulated lunch box on the coffee table, opened the lid of the lunch box for her mother, and said to her mother, “I also brought two steamed buns for mom.”
The head of the Feng family sat down and looked at the white porridge, pickles, and steamed buns brought by her daughter. After a long time, she said, “You are the only one who really prepares white porridge, pickles, and steamed buns for me.”
The three sons and Fengruo would not prepare it according to her request because they felt that the plain porridge and pickles were not worthy of her appetite.
“Mom, eat it while it’s hot.”
Feng Qing grew up in her adoptive mother’s home. When she was abused, she was not even given a bowl of plain porridge.
When she was a child, a bowl of plain porridge was a luxury for her.
Life was hard. When she grew up, she relied on her own ability to make money, but she would not spend it arbitrarily. She still lived a low-key life and would not spend money arbitrarily.
That’s a character created by the environment, and it won’t change just because your wallet increases.
The head of the Feng family ate the porridge in silence, but what she recalled in her mind was the scene when she had breakfast with her sister and her family that morning decades ago.
She tried her best to kill her older sister and younger sister, and became the head of the family, but she was not happy at all.
“Mom, my dad…”
Feng Qing asked softly.
She didn’t look like her father had been beaten. Could it be that he had been stabbed by his mother?
After my father was sent to the hospital last night, my mother didn’t allow them to ask about his father’s injury. She really didn’t ask. Anyway, my mother wouldn’t let my father die.
With the mother’s method, she would naturally torture her slowly and not let her father die all at once. That would be too easy for him.