The doctor who spoke was offended and left quickly with several others.
Yang Yukun asked Song Xiang and Yan Han to sit down and described the situation calmly.
"Auntie was doing very well last night. I don't know why, but suddenly something went wrong this morning. She seemed very irritable, as if she had been greatly stimulated."
Song Xiang sat up, "Excitement? Where does the excitement come from?"
Yan Han put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Calm down first."
Yang Yukun sighed and took out a bag of things from the drawer, "I promise, my aunt didn't see anyone except me and the nurse last night. After she woke up, she went out of her way to find these things, and there was no other special behavior at all.
Song Xiang took the things and quickly opened the bag.
A pile was poured out, and they were all bank cards.
"Why does my mother have so many bank cards?"
"In the past few years, my aunt's spirit was normal, and she would usually go out accompanied by a caregiver. These cards should have been issued at that time," Yang Yukun said.
Yan Han casually drew two cards and looked back and forth, "It's not a big bank, it's a local bank."
Song Xiang was confused and just looked at him steadily.
Yan Han explained: "I'll ask someone to check the bank statements, don't worry."
Yang Yukun: "What the nursing home can do is limited. If the aunt cannot recover to her previous condition, I'm afraid..."
His meaning was very clear. Xu Shuyan should not stay in a nursing home in her condition.
Song Xiang opened his mouth weakly, "Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you."
Yang Yukun sighed, not expecting that things would reach this point.
While it was quiet, a nurse called and said that Xu Shuyan had been taken down and the doctor on site gave her a sedative.
Yang Yukun went to the scene, but Song Xiang did not move.
Yan Han understood her, stroked her head, and said, "Go to a nearby hotel first, and I'll have someone check the bank card transactions. The experts will be here soon."
Song Xiang nodded numbly and followed him out.
It was noon, the sun was very bright, but Song Xiang felt cold all over.
As I got into the car and walked all the way to the hotel, all I could think of was Xu Shuyan's eyes dilated and scolding her.
I have a splitting headache, and even closing my eyes for a while is a luxury.
"My Xiangxiang is in the walnut box..."
Xu Shuyan's words rang in her ears, causing her whole body to tremble.
She took out her cell phone and rummaged through it, and her subconscious told her that the walnut box was a place, maybe it was the place where she played when she was a child.
Before she was ten years old, Xu Shuyan moved her to so many houses that she couldn't even remember the place and looked for it randomly.
I was so dazzled that I heard the sound of opening the door, and it was Yan Han who came in.
"Found it?"
Yan Han nodded and handed the things to her.
Song Xiang straightened up and quickly looked through the running water.
For at least fifteen years, Xu Shuyan transferred money to an account every year. First it was a passbook, and then it was a bank card. Every transaction was very clear.
It was just a few hundred at first, and gradually increased. In recent years, the largest sum was two hundred thousand.
"No wonder..." Song Xiang recalled, her lips trembling, "No wonder I gave her so much money, but she never bought good clothes or played mahjong with the aunt in the yard."
Looking at it from top to bottom, we can even see the reasons why our family was so poor that we couldn't open the pot when we were young.
Although Xu Shuyan was single at that time, it was not difficult to work and earn money to support her children. Ever since Song Xiang could remember, there had never been one hundred yuan in her home.