Chapter 90 Angry Dad

Author: Jiudian Bone

Chapter 90 Angry Dad

The nanny whispered to remind Yang Baiwen, "The old man knew he was wrong. He was sick and confused."

Recently, when my mother was sick, she was suffering from illness and all kinds of stress and burdens came to Yang Baiwen.

He sleeps less than four hours a day, and his eyes are covered with red blood.

The mother's estimated survival rate is not high, so she has to be busy looking for a doctor and checking information. She finally went to bed early today, but was woken up by a phone call.

He rushed here without stopping.

Yang Baiwen really felt a little broken, "How could he know that he was wrong.... What kind of magical medicine and earth recipes are there in various health care products, nutritional products, and how many he bought."

With a thud, Yang Baiwen pulled the cabinet door and all the boxes and bags were piled up to the ground.

It was something stuck on the outside wall and on the small advertisement on the telephone pole.

If you want to be in good health, the immortal pill is indispensable.

For a healthy and long-lived personal bodyguard, please be aware of Kangyuan Nutrition Liquid.

I am your best choice to eliminate cancer cells.

….

Yang Bowen stepped on these boxes in disgust, and hated those who sold health medicines to the elderly.

His father's monthly pension of several thousand yuan is here, and he has used a lot of savings.

Fortunately, he was alert quickly, otherwise the coffin book would have been cheated away.

He told him thousands of instructions to take away all his bank cards, but he didn't expect that he would secretly hide the money to buy it.

It's just to get angry.

Yang Bowen wanted to curse, but the ugly words reached his throat, but he looked at his father looking at him pitifully.

Just like his expression when he did something wrong when he was a child, he was afraid of being scolded by his parents, Yang Baiwen softened again.

Taking a deep breath, holding back the upset, and asking seriously: "How much did you spend this time?"

"Do you still remember who sold it to you?"

Yang Baiwen was thinking about whether he could recover the money.

Uncle Yang didn't think he was wrong, but when he saw his son's furious look, he was so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

After squeezing his head for a while, he whispered: "Four, Four Thousand... They didn't let them say that they didn't see anyone."

"Four thousand?" Yang Baiwen almost shouted.

"Do you know how much money it is to be sick now?"

"Didn't see anyone?" The liar was hammered.

"Can you save some worries..." Yang Bowen's annoyed voice began to choke.

Uncle Yang didn't understand why, and when he saw his son crying, he was also very panicked.

He clumsily hugged his son in his arms and patted him on the back, "Did some classmates in the school bully you? Don't be afraid, dad supports you."

"Dad, I'm fifty, you still treat me as a child." After being hugged, Yang Bowen's mood also recovered a lot.

"No, why are you fifty years old? You are obviously in your teens now and are just in your first grade."

Yang Bowen:...

After finally coaxing the old man, Yang Baiwen looked tired and leaned against the sofa and narrowed his eyes.

Then he asked the nanny: "Don't you let the old man be careful and don't let strangers get close to him."

The nanny shouted injustice, "I dare to swear, I followed the old man in a row."

"The only time I didn't follow him was to bedtime at night."

"Even if I sleep, I will get up in two or three hours to see the old man in the bedroom."

Yang Baiwen pinched his eyebrows and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I was a little impatient just now."

"It's okay, I understand." She has seen too much, and has been a nanny for so many years, and she also knows how upset there is a patient suffering from Alzheimer's disease at home.

Not to mention that this employer's family has Alzheimer's disease in addition to his father, he also suffers from gastric cancer as a mother.

The son of this family is feeling bitter

Nanny: "I guess the fake drug dealer came here to deceive the old man just now."

"I saw that the old man had fallen asleep at night, so I went back to my room. After about an hour of sleep, I heard the old man shouting outside to find Xiuqin, saying that he had bought her medicine."

"That's when."

"Forget it. I can only look at him by myself."

Yang Baiwen suddenly remembered, "Where does his money come from?"

"Maybe it was the private money I had hidden in the past."

By the way, Yang Bowen learned about the old man’s recent situation with the nanny and said a few more words.

It was getting late, and Yang Baiwen didn't plan to go back and forth, and was about to lie down with his father for a night.

Early the next morning, he had to rush to the hospital to take care of his mother.

As a result, when he pushed open the bedroom door, the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, and there was no trace of the old man.

He panicked and searched around, but there was nothing in the cabinet under the bed.

All kinds of bad scenes in his mind were staged back and forth, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if an old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease ran out by himself.

He didn't care about anything, Yang Bowen's mind was blank, and only he was left: he had to find the old man quickly.

After searching for a night, Yang Baiwen mobilized all his relatives and friends to search everywhere, beside the pond, by the river, on the road... for fear of hearing bad news.

After dawn, he just reported the case from the police station, he received a call from his wife, saying that the old man was in the fucking ward now.

On the way back, Yang Baiwen thought a lot.

For example: How did the old man find the hospital? How did he get there?

My mother was hospitalized, and everyone in the family knew that she didn't tell the old man. Moreover, her home was twelve kilometers away from the hospital. How did he, an elderly man who even walked, get through?

No one knows what Mr. Yang experienced this night.

When Yang Bowen arrived, he saw his father sleeping soundly on his mother's hospital bed like an old beggar.

His mother gently wiped his hands and face little by little with a wet towel.

When Yang Bowen saw someone, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his anger rose up.

There is such an old man at home, who can hold on?

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fang Xiuqin put down the towel, her eyes still remained on the bed and said softly: "I know you are angry, I blame your dad for adding to your burden."

"But have you ever thought about it? You also liked to run around when you were very young, and people disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"We don't dare to blink for a moment, and we keep guarding you and watching you grow up slowly."

"When you were young, your dad would patiently communicate with you, answer all kinds of questions, and tell you over and over again what you can do and what you can't do. Now that your dad is old and sick, sometimes he causes trouble like a child... Can you be a little more tolerant and patient with him?"

Yang Baiwen burst into tears and burst into tears when Fang Xiuqin said the words.

He was indeed full of complaints and blame...

“Yes, sorry….”

"Well, it's okay for my son."

At some point, Uncle Yang opened his eyes and hid in the quilt and looked out at his son.

With a careful look, Yang Baiwen felt sad and guilty when he saw it.

I don’t know when, but his father, who once talked about him, was always careful about him.

"Son, I'll give your mother medicine and she will get better soon. Can you stop letting her separate from me?"

Yang Bowen:…..

God proves that he wants to speak softly, but he is such an annoying father...

(End of this chapter)
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