Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 53 - He is mentally ill

53: 53 He is mentally ill

53: 53 He is mentally ill

Hearing Hu Xiulan’s words, all the villagers thought it was too much and began to speak out in blame, “Xiulan, what you said was not right.

The doctor said that Old Su’s body isn’t suffering from anything serious.”

“Yes, we’re all from the same village.

Why wouldn’t you hope for Old Su’s recovery?”

He Ximei was even more furious, glaring at the opposing party.

If looks could kill, Hu Xiulan would have definitely died under He Ximei’s gaze.

Hu Xiulan scoffed, “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought the same thing.

Look at the injuries on Old Su; I heard that his tendons flipped over on his hand.

And you call that fine?

Those were just comforting words from the doctor.

Couldn’t you tell?”

“Even if my dad can’t take care of himself, I don’t need my aunt to provide food and drink.

Why is my aunt fussing about this for no reason?” Su Xiaofeng had just arrived home to find it in an uproar.

It was clear, likely everyone in the village who was at home had come over.

That’s how it is in the countryside; when something big happens in a family, the entire village gets involved, then everyone chatters and gives their opinion.

Hu Xiulan straightened her back and looked at Su Xiaofeng coming in, carrying the Small Flower Bag on her arm.

Today, Su Xiaofeng was wearing a floral bubble-sleeved blouse tucked into high-waisted pants.

These clothes were bought for her by Luo Yuzhu yesterday as she was going downtown to handle business.

Even though it was the same person, simply dressed in new clothes, everyone looking at the entering Su Xiaofeng felt an illusion; she seemed different from before.

It wasn’t because of the clothes, but those eyes of hers.

Everyone was from the same village, where you lower your head only to raise it and see someone you know.

Who didn’t know whom?

Previously, Su Xiaofeng could hardly make eye contact when she walked.

To put it plainly, she was timid, an easy target for bullying.

Look at her now; as soon as she walked in, that sweeping gaze of hers was as sharp as a leader inspecting work, making their hearts race.

“Xiaofeng,” the third grand-uncle stepped forward, “I heard that Mr.

Huang asked you to stay to discuss compensation.

Was it settled?”

Old Su had suffered such a severe injury that he would need at least ten to fifteen days of care.

With no income from labor, the family certainly depended on the compensation.

“Yes, Xiaofeng,” the third grandmother eagerly advanced, “With your dad’s current condition, the other party should at least pay a thousand or two.

Don’t agree arbitrarily if it’s less than this amount.”

The third grandmother, over sixty years old and missing a tooth, spoke with a bit of a whistle.

Suddenly, all the villagers in the room focused on Su Xiaofeng, eager to know how much Mr.

Huang had actually compensated Old Su.

Su Xiaofeng opened the Small Flower Bag and took out fifteen hundred yuan for He Ximei, “Mr.

Huang said dad’s injuries weren’t severe, he could only give a maximum of fifteen hundred.

Auntie, take this money.

Use it to buy something delicious for my dad to help him recover.”

Indeed, there were originally thirty thousand yuan inside the Small Flower Bag.

On the way back, she had thought that if the villagers came to know about their family receiving thirty thousand yuan, there would surely be idle gossip.

When you’re poor, everyone thinks it’s normal.

If you suddenly become wealthy, everyone thinks it’s abnormal.

Fortunately, Xiaoqi said the money could be kept safe in “the space,” so she counted out fifteen hundred from the bag, and put the rest into the space.

Seeing the fifteen hundred that Su Xiaofeng took out, everyone had a look of anticipation.

Indeed, just over a thousand yuan.

It made sense.

Old Su had only suffered some severe external injuries and hadn’t even been to the hospital.

It was decent of the other party to be willing to compensate fifteen hundred.

One thousand five hundred isn’t bad, without Old Su’s injuries, earning that sum would normally take several months.

“Xiaofeng, you…” He Ximei watched Xiaofeng’s movements, hesitating whether or not to accept before finally reaching out to take it: “Keep it all here with me.

If you need it, remember to ask.”

Usually, this girl was extremely strict about money.

Once it was in her hands, you couldn’t expect to get it back.

With many people around, He Ximei didn’t think much when accepting the money.

“Old Su, it’s good that you got the compensation.

Take good care of yourself at home.

We’ll be heading back first since it’s almost time to work the fields,” the great-uncle said as he glanced at the weather outside, thinking the rice paddy was about to dry up and needed early irrigation.

“Yes, we’ll be going now.

Take good care of yourself at home.”

Knowing how much was compensated, Xiaofeng had given all the money to He Ximei.

With nothing interesting left to see, everyone advised Old Su a few words and then went back to their homes.

All the villagers had left, only Xiaofeng and her family remained.

Xiaofeng turned to Ye Cheng and smiled, “Doctor Ye, I need to trouble you to check on my dad again.”

Ye Cheng nodded and stood in front of the bed, starting to examine Old Su.

“Doctor Ye,” He Ximei brought over a glass of water, “have some water first.”

“Thank you, Auntie, just put it here,” Ye Cheng said as he took out his stethoscope and began to listen to Old Su’s heartbeat.

After setting down the stethoscope, he started to take Old Su’s pulse.

Just as the grandfather had said, Old Su’s functions had no issues at all and were no different from a minor fall.

However, the wounds on his body had bled quite a bit, and in several places the grandfather had even stitched him up.

It was probably because his body was strong to begin with, making it seem like no significant mishap had occurred even after such a severe incident.

After leaving Su Xiaofeng’s house and returning home, Grandpa Liu and Wu Ershun had already started eating.

Seeing Ye Cheng return, Wu Ershun was devouring his food greedily: “Brother Cheng, you’re back, come eat.

Grandpa Liu’s cooking is really delicious, I’ve never eaten such tasty dishes before.”

The fish was the same, but the fish made by Grandpa Liu just tasted better.

“I had lunch around 12 in the city,” which was courtesy of Su Xiaofeng, Ye Cheng said before returning to his room.

Grandpa Liu gave a cold hum looking at Ye Cheng: “Boy, are you suggesting that I might deceive you, that you had to go there personally to verify?

It’s nothing special.

There are cases where people have fallen from high buildings and were completely unharmed.”

He had dealt with all sorts of patients throughout his life, and this situation wasn’t anything unusual.

Seeing that Ye Cheng remained silent and grabbed a fishing rod to head out, Wu Ershun wiped the oil at the corner of his mouth: “Grandpa Liu, what’s with Brother Cheng, why is he so silent?”

“Just leave him be,” Grandpa Liu pointed at his temple, “he’s got a bit of an issue here.”

Wu Ershun chuckled, “Don’t scare me.

Brother Cheng is a doctor.

If he had a brain problem, who would dare to consult him?”

His comment being doubted by the youngster, Grandpa Liu got upset: “I’m his grandfather, I know his situation.

Of course, he’s mostly fine, but occasionally he suffers from amnesia.

Apart from being able to treat illnesses, he can’t even remember who I am.”

Wu Ershun swallowed nervously: “Grandpa Liu, you can’t joke about this.

You mean Brother Cheng, when he gets sick, can only treat illnesses and even forgets who he is?”

Grandpa Liu nodded: “That’s right.

Why else would I bring him to the countryside?

It’s to give him a quiet environment, ideal for recovering.”

Wu Ershun looked at Brother Cheng, sitting alone by the pond and fishing, feeling deeply sympathetic: “They say doctors can’t heal themselves; I guess I believe it now.”

Being able to treat others but unable to cure his own illness is truly pitiful.