"Doctor Wang, can my leg still be cured?" Jiang Rusong's hand tightly grasped the handle of the wheelchair and asked the old doctor with a solemn expression nervously and apprehensively.
The old doctor carefully looked at the results of the series of examinations that Jiang Rusong had just completed, then pressed everywhere on Jiang Rusong's legs, carefully asked him how he felt, and then replied: "The condition of your legs is not very optimistic. If I was the one who handled the injury when it first started, I would be 80% sure that it could be cured, but now that you have been injured for four or five years and the sequelae are getting more and more serious, I can’t guarantee that you can be cured.”
"Is it really impossible?" Jiang Rusong asked in a panic, "You are so skilled in medicine. I heard that you have cured many people who were more seriously injured than me..."
Dr. Wang shook his head: "When did you feel your legs started to hurt?"
Jiang Rusong suppressed the anxiety and tension in his heart, recalled it, and replied: "About three years ago."
"This is taking too long." Doctor Wang looked at him with pity, "I can only try to make your leg feel better." The implication was that he could not guarantee that he could cure Jiang Rusong's leg.
Jiang Rusong understood, and strong disappointment poured into his heart, making his eyes red for a moment.
Wu Qingxuan was even more shocked. She asked Dr. Wang in disbelief: "How could his leg not be cured? Are your medical skills too poor?!"
She couldn't accept that when Jiang Rusong's leg couldn't heal, she started to talk nonsense.
In the end, Jiang Rusong scolded her sensibly: "Shut up! This is an expert in treating trauma and the most powerful doctor here." Then he apologized to Dr. Wang.
Dr. Wang had met many family members who could not accept the patient's condition, so he did not pay attention to Wu Qingxuan's rude words and said: "It doesn't matter, she also cares about you understanding the condition. But there are people outside the world, and there may be doctors elsewhere who have better medical skills than me. , maybe it can cure your leg, you can go to other doctors to see more."
"Yes, yes! Find another doctor!" Wu Qingxuan said without waiting for Jiang Rusong to speak. Jiang Rusong's legs in her dream were indeed cured, but she did not explain which doctor cured his legs. So she still has some hope now, thinking that maybe it wasn't the Dr. Wang in front of her who cured him?
"Rusong, let's go to a hospital out of town for treatment?" Wu Qingxuan looked at Jiang Rusong with pleading eyes. Jiang Rusong was unwilling to accept the fact that his legs could not be cured, so he agreed with Wu Qingxuan's words.
Dr. Wang didn't care about this. It was normal for patients to seek treatment from other doctors. On the contrary, he also introduced some other surgical experts and orthopedic experts he knew to Jiang Rusong and asked Jiang Rusong to find those people.
Jiang Rusong thanked Dr. Wang profusely, and then embarked on the road to seek medical treatment with Wu Qingxuan. The two children in the family, Jiang Yong, were over eight years old and could barely cook, wash clothes, and take care of themselves and their younger brother. So the couple left some money for their child and went around looking for medical advice.
However, they didn't have much money in their hands. When all the money was spent, Jiang Rusong's legs were still not cured. They refused to give up. Finally, they had a heart attack and sold the house and rented a shabby little house. They lived in a house, and a large amount of the remaining money was used to pay for Jiang Rusong's medical expenses.
It's a pity that they struggled for a year or two and spent all the money from selling the house. Jiang Rusong's legs still didn't improve at all, and the pain became more serious. In the end, the doctors advised him not to continue struggling. The possibility of a good outcome was almost zero. It was most appropriate to go home and live a good life. Continuing to work hard would make his leg injury worse faster.
So in desperation, Jiang Rusong and Wu Qingxuan had no choice but to go back home. They had to go back. After all, they had no money. If they didn't come back, they would live on the streets.
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But when they came back this time, they were no longer neighbors to Ye Jin and Xiang Shichu.
Jiang Yong looked at his biological father and stepmother in front of him expressionlessly, holding his brother's hand and watching Wu Qingxuan push Jiang Rusong into the house without saying a word.
"Xiaoyong, Xiaoyi. We are back and we will never leave again." Jiang Rusong said to his two sons with a forced smile.
"Hmph, I thought you all forgot that you still have two sons, or they died outside!" Jiang Yong looked at him with resentful eyes.
"Jiang Yong!" Jiang Rusong finally couldn't hold on to the false smile on his face. He said with difficulty, "Dad is out there to treat diseases, and it's not easy. You have to be considerate of Dad..."
"You want me to be considerate of you, then why don't you be considerate of me and my brother?!" Jiang Yong stared at him angrily, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, "It's been two years since you left, what little is left behind There was simply not enough money for my brother and I, so we were so hungry that we had to go to the streets to beg for food!”
When Jiang Rusong heard his accusation and saw his and Jiang Yi's dirty and skinny bodies, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making him almost breathless in pain.
"If the landlord hadn't seen our brothers as pitiful, we would have been kicked out of here and lived on the streets! What kind of parents are you?!" Jiang Yong really hates these two people. He is not even ten years old yet, and he has to take care of a younger brother. They were struggling to make a living, but as parents, they left them alone. Why did they have such selfish parents? !
"Xiaoyong, Xiaoyi, Dad is sorry for you..." Jiang Rusong choked and apologized to his two sons, but they just looked at him coldly.
Wu Qingxuan looked at everything in front of her and felt that she was ridiculous and pathetic. Now it was completely impossible to cure Jiang Rusong's legs. The richest man, the richest man, and his wife were all in vain. She finally accepted it painfully. In this regard, when she returned to this rented home and saw the dark and dirty room that was as dark and dirty as a garbage dump and the two skinny children who were full of resentment towards them, she felt hairy all over and wanted to escape from here at all costs. .
However, she had nowhere to go. Her parents had already fallen out with her, and her parents had passed away. Her brother and sister-in-law couldn't care less about her. What else could she do except come back here?
She regretted why she believed in an illusory dream and snatched Xiang Shichu's husband without any doubts. She thought that what she snatched back was an old man who was at a low point in his life and would definitely prosper in the future. You can enjoy the glory and wealth by yourself.
But what she got back was just a cripple. She worked as a cow and horse for several years, and got nothing except that she was exhausted physically and mentally and became ten years older... She was like a joke, spending all her efforts to achieve nothing. Let yourself live like a mother, free, no, a subsidized nanny...
Her dream told her that the disabled elder would skyrocket after he recovered, but it did not tell her what would happen if the disabled elder failed to recover.
Wu Qingxuan couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know how long she would have to endure such a dark day.
However, Xiang Shichu, who was deliberately replaced by her husband, lived happily with Ye Jin. They gave birth to a daughter when Xiang Nan was ten years old.
They were respected cultural people with decent jobs and high salaries. They were already beyond her reach.
