All Novel Full Chapter 609
Chapter 609: Chapter 601: Stepped by My Own Son Chapter 609: Chapter 601: Stepped by My Own Son “You old bastard, are you trying to leave us alone?
What will we do if you really go away?”
The others in the village who heard this felt their throats tighten, as if someone was strangling them.
Old Mrs.
Song was practically sprawled on the ground.
Rather than weeping first, she should have gotten the man into the house.
Even if she couldn’t carry him, she shouldn’t have left him lying out in the cold.
Even if Old Mr.
Song didn’t die now, he might have been cried to death by Old Mrs.
Song.
Everyone knows what happened with Old Mrs.
Song without being told.
She had clearly drunk too much and then straight away passed out from the heavy drinking on her way to the outhouse in the chilly winter night, leading to freezing all night.
It would be a miracle if she didn’t die as well.
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Old Mrs.
Song continued to sob, slapping her thigh.
Meanwhile, Yuxin fetched water, acting as if she had nothing to do with the situation—which she truly didn’t.
She was bought over.
The people of the Song Family are all gone, and their deaths had nothing to do with her either.
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The only decision-maker remained in the Song Family was Old Mrs.
Song.
She had spent her life sending harsh words towards the villagers with a sharp tongue, offending almost everyone in the village.
Now that an incident had occurred in the Song Family, not a soul was bothered to get involved.
Originally, the two decision-makers in the Song Family were Old Mr.
Song and his wife, with the family affairs managed by Old Mrs.
Song.
Their son was an idiot, Yuxin was a mute, and the bereaved Old Mrs.
Song was in no state to make decisions.
Who was left to take charge?
“Huh, Mom, why are you and Dad sitting on the ground?”
Feeble-minded, Big Song woke up and found Old Mrs.
Song and Old Mr.
Song sitting on the ground.
He ran over and sat down with them, looking like a fool.
“Oh, my poor boy, your mother’s life is so difficult.”
Old Mrs.
Song was pounding her chest intermittently.
She was completely upset.
She and her husband have lived a lifetime together.
What would they do if he were to be gone, leaving the widow and the orphan?
With her simpleton son and her being a woman, how will they get by in the village?
Of course, Big Song wouldn’t understand any of these.
He looked perplexed, thinking Old Mrs.
Song wasn’t making sense.
He got up from the ground and went off to the outhouse.
Before anyone could react, they heard a splash followed by an awful smell.
In a while, Big Song walked out feeling refreshed, apparently not caring at all about the people watching.
After all, he was an idiot, he was used to doing things his own way.
Big Song took just a few steps when he kicked Old Mr.
Song’s body.
“Oh, I thought you were a tree stump, but it’s you, Dad.
Why are you pretending to be a tree stump here?
Are you trying to trip me?
Luckily, I’m very lucky, and you didn’t trip me.”
Scratching his head, Big Song finally put two and two together.
Hearing her son’s words, Old Mrs.
Song laid down on Old Mr.
Song’s body.
She stopped beating her chest and began hitting Old Mr.
Song’s head instead.
It almost seemed like she was trying to explode his head.
At last, the village chief came over and had someone carry Old Mr.
Song into the house, to prevent him from literally dying of cold and incurring bad luck.
In the village, death of old age is considered good fortune.
People were willing to deal with such families.
Yet if someone died an unnatural death, the family’s reputation would be ruined, and bad luck would spread in the village.
Concerned that Old Mr.
Song would freeze to death and bring bad luck to the village, the village chief checked for his breath.
He was relieved to find Old Mr.
Song was still breathing.
Meanwhile, a quick-witted young man had already run off to fetch the village doctor.
In their village, the village doctor was their only medical resource for common ailments such as a cold or fever.
If the illness were more severe, they would need to travel far to a major hospital, which the villagers typically avoided, due to the distance and the high cost of treatment.
A lifetime of savings would not even be enough for a single stay at the hospital.
After examining him for a while, the village doctor finally placed his hand on Old Mr.
Song’s leg.
“His leg is broken.”
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs.
Song wailed loudly.
How could someone end up with a broken leg out of nowhere?
“It looks like something heavy fell on him.
I don’t think he fell since he would have more dirt on his face if that was the case, and the impact wouldn’t have been this severe.
He was probably hit by something heavy.”
“Hehe…”
Big Song laughed dumbly again.
“I stepped on Dad thinking he was a tree stump…”
Old Mrs.
Song almost fainted when she heard that.
She tried to hit Big Song, but despite being slow, he understood the situation.
Knowing Old Mrs.
Song was about to hit him, he ran out without a word.
Old Mrs.
Song clung to Old Mr.
Song, crying again.
It was a situation caused by her own son, one that she couldn’t blame on anyone else.
She had to swallow the bitter pill herself, no matter how hard it was to do so.
The doctor used two wooden boards to secure Old Mr.
Song’s leg, though the chances of it healing were slim.
“I suggest you take him to a proper hospital.
The injury looks severe.
If he gets surgery there, there’s a chance his leg could heal.”
“Doctor Bai, can’t you treat him?
I beg you.”
Old Mrs.
Song, her face smeared with nasal mucus, looked nothing like the raging person she normally was.
Now, with her husband in this state, their family structure was under threat.
She couldn’t think of anything beyond her husband’s condition.
If he were to die, their family would be shattered, leaving her alone with their simpleton son.
Wouldn’t that be pushing them to the brink of death?
“I can’t treat this,” said the village doctor, refusing to take on such a responsibility.
He knows his limits; he had learned some basic medical knowledge from his mentor.
This was a case of a broken limb and was beyond his capability.
The right course of action would be a trip to the hospital to reset the bone.
If he were to treat it, even if healed, it would likely end up deformed.
Thus, his advice was to undergo surgery in a proper hospital.