Medical professionals must maintain proper credentials, obtain informed consent, and follow ethical guidelines when performing medical procedures, as demonstrated by a case where an unlicensed individual performed an emergency C-section without proper training or consent, resulting in the death of the patient's child and severe consequences for the perpetrator.
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Reborn! Scumbag HB & fake doctor killed me on a train. This time, I'll expose their medical crimes!Añadido:
On the train, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach while pregnant. After the train attendant broadcasted a call for helping from the neighboring carriage claimed to be a doctor, she casually touched my stomach, then directly cut open all my clothes and used a fruit knife to slice open my abdomen. My 28-week old daughter was delivered by cesarian section, but quickly suffocated and died. I was sent to the hospital due to a severe infection and my uterus was removed after regaining consciousness. I looked into Songing<unk>s background and discovered that she had studied medicine halfway through her career, entered the hospital with papers written by ghostriters, and had never even set foot in an operating room. I confronted her, asking how she could have performed a cesarian section on me without any clinical indications for delivery. Unexpectedly, she released a video of me completely naked at the time to prove her innocence, claiming that she had saved a life only to be falsely accused. I became the ungrateful wretch that everyone wanted to chase away. Unable to bear the strange looks, I rushed out the door and was hit by a speeding car. When I opened my eyes again, I felt the long-lost sensation of fetal movement. The fetal movement was somewhat frequent, causing waves of pain in my lower abdomen. I didn't moan like I did in my previous life. Instead, I dug my nails into my palms, forcing myself to shift my focus and stay alert.
Seeing this, my husband, Lin Tao, quickly leaned in close to me. Mangm Mang, "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? It's all my fault for not planning the trip in advance, making you suffer. Mom fell ill suddenly, and I couldn't bear to leave you here alone, so I asked you to come back to my hometown with me." The doctor said, "You're still far from giving birth. And a few hours on the train shouldn't be a problem. Why do you look so pale now?"
Lin Tao said, handing over the water cup for me to drink some hot water, I took.
A small sip, and the bitter taste immediately reached the tip of my tongue, setting off alarm bells in my heart. In my previous life, it was the same not long after we went out. Lintau said he had forgotten his ID card, so he went back home to get it, which delayed our time. By the time we arrived at the train station, the train was about to stop checking tickets. I ran a few steps while rushing for the train and my stomach started to ache faintly after boarding. Since becoming pregnant, I occasionally experience gastrointestinal cramps. For the baby's health, I dare not take medicine and instead drink hot water to endure it. Linta went to get some hot water, held it in his hands, and urged me to drink more to warm my stomach. As soon as I took a sip, I felt the water had a slightly bitter taste, making it hard to swallow. Linta blamed himself, saying, "We left in such a hurry that we didn't have time to fill up water at home. The conditions on the train are limited, so please make do for now. Once we get back to our hometown, I'll buy some purified water and boil it for you." Without suspecting anything, I drank a little from his hand. But the pain in my abdomen not only didn't ease, it began to intensify. The baby started moving restlessly inside me, and I was sweating from the pain. Linta hurriedly grabbed a passing flight attendant. My wife is about to give birth. Is there a doctor on board since entering the third trimester? I have often watched educational videos, and I understand that my current symptoms are completely different from those of labor. I told the flight attendant that my due date was still far off and hoped the train could make a temporary stop at the next small station so I could go to the hospital for a checkup, but Linta still insisted on having the doctor on board take a look first after the flight attendant broadcast the emergency call for help. A young girl soon arrived from the neighboring carriage. The flight attendant said she introduced herself as a surgeon from Lyn Jang Hospital named Songing, chewing gum and wearing headphones. She walked unhurriedly up to me, casually reached out and pressed a few times on my stomach. It's time to give birth. Bring the scissors. Without a second thought, I immediately refused.
Doctor, I'm still in the early stages of pregnancy. If the baby is born now, it would be considered extremely premature.
Are there any resuscitation equipment or incubators here? It's too dangerous. Can you help relieve my pain first? We'll arrive at the next station in half an hour. I can try to go to the hospital for fetal preservation. Songing glared at me and scolded. Are you the doctor or am I in your current condition? You simply can't wait that long. If things go wrong, it could cost both your life and the babies. Lintow with tears in his eyes held my hand and said, "Doctor, please save my wife. I choose to save the adult. The child is not as important as my wife." Applause echoed through the train carriage. Song Xianing took the scissors brought by the train attendant and without a word cut all my clothes to shreds. In an instant, I lay completely naked before everyone. I frantically covered my body while Songing without any anesthesia directly sliced open my stomach with a fruit knife. I fainted from the pain on the spot when I heard a kitten-like cry and struggled to open my eyes. I saw my daughter who was blue all over and the size of a palm casually thrown on the ground by Songing. She won't survive. Don't waste your effort.
I need to focus on saving the mother, she explained to everyone. I watched helplessly as my daughter convulsed a few times on the cold floor, gradually falling still under the dual torment of mind and body. I fell unconscious once again. By the time I woke up again, I had already been taken to the hospital.
Lin Tao told me with a look of heartache that due to a severe infection from the cesarian section, my uterus had been removed. Mangm, don't blame Dr. Songing, she acted out of necessity and at least saved your life. Unable to accept this reality, I struggled to the hospital where Seianing worked. Despite the excruciating pain from my torn wound, after checking her background, I learned that she had switched to medicine midway. became a specially recruited medical student based on a few SEI papers and used connections to enter the hospital. Now she has only been interning for half a year and hasn't even stepped into the operating room with bloodshot eyes. I questioned her through gritted teeth, each word dripping with pain. I wasn't having contractions at the time. I could have held on until I reached the nearest hospital for an examination before receiving treatment. What right did you have to perform a C-section on me when I showed no signs of labor? Do you even have a medical license? Give me back my daughter. I'm going to sue you. Songing, however, calmly defended herself.
I conducted many animal experiments during my master's studies. I have performed cesarian sections on both u and cows. The anatomical structures of animals and humans are similar. If you don't understand, don't make baseless accusations about my actions. She started a live stream right in my face, shamelessly twisting the truth. I know that providing emergency medical assistance in a different location will bring me a lot of unnecessary trouble, but as a doctor, I will never give up on saving any life. Your daughter's vital signs were weak at the time. Real life is not a TV drama. There's no choice between saving the mother or the baby.
In that situation, I could only do my best to ensure the mother's safety, even though you've spoken harshly to me. If I had to choose again, I would still choose to save you because I once solemnly took the hypocratic oath.
Songing spoke with conviction into the camera, prompting many patients in the clinic to applaud to prove her point.
She even played a video of me lying naked on the ground without blurring it.
Although the live stream was quickly shut down, the video was saved and circulated by many people. Before long, the entrance to the consultation room was crowded with people. What kind of world is this where people still cause trouble at a doctor's office? That person saved your life. You should be grateful, not bite the hand that feeds you. This is just extortion. How much are you planning to sell your short live daughter for? I'll offer a h 100red million and burn it for you tomorrow.
Haha. The curses from the crowd rose and fell, pushing me into a corner. At that moment, Linta squeezed through the crowd, and I grabbed the hem of his shirt as if clutching a lifeline. Bro, you must have been really desperate.
This woman has a terrible character and is as fat as a pig. How could you even bring yourself to kiss her? Look at that pile of fat in the video. It took the doctor so much effort just to cut through the belly. If they had performed the C-section earlier, maybe your daughter wouldn't have died. A few men burst into unrestrained laughter. Linta pried my fingers open one by one and stood in front of Song Xing. Mang Mang, I know you just lost the child and it's hard for you to accept psychologically, but Dr. Songs handling of the situation was correct. What's the difference between your behavior now and that of a shrew? You've already caused a lot of trouble for Dr. Xianing apologized to her quickly as he spoke.
He was about to take me to the psychiatric department to have my brain thoroughly examined. The last straw fell, my heart turned to ashes. I broke free from his hand and fled in panic at the hospital entrance. I was struck by a speeding car and died on the spot. The pain of every bone in my body breaking felt etched into my very bones. Beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I spat the water I held in my mouth into a tissue.
Linta grew anxious and urged me, "Mang Mang, quick, just take a sip of water and you'll feel better." Recalling Linta's indifference and unusual behavior in my past life, I became even more convinced that there was something wrong with the water. I abruptly pushed his hand away, causing most of the water in the cup to spill. Lintau frowned deeply, stood up directly, and called out to the flight attendant. Quick, my wife. I hurriedly grabbed the chicken leg from the table and stuffed it into his mouth. Upon hearing this, the flight attendant walked over and said, "Ma'am, you don't look too well. Do you need any help? I patted my stomach and replied, "The boxed meals from your dining car are so delicious. I'd like to buy two more." The flight attendant's eyes lit up, "Of course. Would you like one chicken leg set meal for 58 and one beef set meal for 78? However, eating too much can easily cause indigestion. You can also choose to take it away." She glanced meaningfully at my protruding belly. I smiled awkwardly.
Indeed, I'm a bit too full. Only then did Lin Tao pull the chicken leg from his mouth. No, my wife is pregnant and about to give birth. Please broadcast for help quickly and get a doctor to save her. The flight attendant was taken aback unlike in the previous life. She didn't immediately broadcast for help.
Instead, she asked me for confirmation.
Are you really pregnant? Are you feeling unwell now? I shook my head vigorously.
No, my stomach is just bloated from eating too much. I'll take some digestive tablets later and I'll be fine. Lin Tao looked at me in disbelief.
Mangm, you've been to the hospital for so many prenatal checkups. How can you say you're not pregnant? Don't worry.
Even if you were about to give birth now, I would definitely prioritize your life. The baby isn't as important as you. He gazed deeply into my eyes and once again spoke the words he had repeated countless times since I became pregnant. Yet, I felt not the slightest bit moved. Instead, a chill ran through my entire body in my previous life. My death caused a huge uproar and sparked heated discussions among netizens. Some followed the clues and looked into Songing<unk>s educational background, discovering that she had attended an obscure university abroad. Its name sounded impressive, but most of its students were just there to spend money and guild their credentials. After returning to China for my master's degree, I had to retake the anatomy course several times and even failed some specialized courses. Just as public opinion was gradually leaning in my favor, Linta stepped forward to speak.
Ever since my wife became pregnant, she has developed persecuto delusions. I was present throughout the entire process when Dr. Song saved her. I am very grateful for Dr. Songs professional treatment and I deeply regret that my wife's mental illness has caused trouble for Dr. Song. He also made a grand gesture by presenting Songing with a banner of honor and invited multiple media outlets and internet influencers to broadcast the event live. Songing also presented her previously published papers in top tier journals using lengthy and complex professional English terminology that left the onlookers speechless. Her reputation soared and her internship ended early, allowing her to become a full-fledged doctor. My spirit drifted, but I saw Lin Tao embracing Songing and seeking credit.
How will you thank me? Then I'll give myself to you. Lin Tao smiled, gently tapped her nose, and made a promise. Su Mang<unk>s parents passed away early, so after her death, all her family's property became her inheritance. Once I handle all of this, we<unk>ll move abroad to settle down. Come to think of it, I should thank her. If she hadn't insisted on me accompanying her for the IVF procedure, I would never have met you, my destined darling, before the words were finished. The two of them embraced and started kissing passionately. Only then did I realize that. Both my daughters death and mine were meticulously planned by them. Linta first gave me medicine to induce contractions. Then had Song Xianing used the excuse of emergency medical treatment to expose this murder right under everyone's noses. In this life, I firmly deny that I am pregnant. But unexpectedly, the flight attendant didn't make a broadcast for help, and Seianing still staggered over from the next carriage. Seeing identified herself to the flight attendant, then reached toward my belly just like in the previous life. I slapped her hand away.
What are you doing trying to touch someone's belly so casually? This time I didn't drink Lint Ta<unk>s hot water.
The contractions I had felt earlier due to rushing for the train had eased considerably. Seeing looked at Linta with a puzzled expression. It seemed Linta hadn't had the chance to tell her that the situation had changed. Linta forced a smile and said, "Mang Mang, don't push yourself. The doctor is here and they mean well. At least let them take a look. I know you look down on my parents and this time you didn't want to accompany me to my hometown to visit my sick mother, but you shouldn't have gotten angry and claimed you weren't pregnant. You should know my mother has been longing for a grandson so much that her eyes are almost blind from anticipation. Linta interpreted my refusal as throwing a tantrum and insisted on having seianing examine me.
After saying that, he pushed me right in front of Seianing. Dr. song. My wife is having severe stomach pain. I'm sorry to trouble you this time. Songing gently touched my stomach through my clothes a couple of times and made the same judgment as in the previous life. She<unk>'s about to give birth. Please have everyone step back a bit and bring a pair of scissors.
She directed the flight attendant. I stealed my heart and pinched my own thigh, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at Lin Tao. Honey, is it because I've gained weight that you don't love me anymore? I just ate one more box of lunch and you said I'm pregnant, humiliating me in front of so many people whether I'm pregnant or not.
Wouldn't I know better than anyone? You say I'm pregnant. Then tell me who is my obstitrician, when is my due date? How many prenatal checkups have I had from pregnancy until now? And what were the results? I bet he can't answer. This pregnancy was hard for us to achieve.
For 3 years after getting married, I never got pregnant. His mother went from subtly hinting that she had raised a hen that didn't lay eggs to gradually pointing at my nose and cursing me for causing the Lynn family to have no descendants, making her unable to hold her head up in the family and the village. I threatened divorce before Linta finally sent her back to their hometown. After that, Linta and I began the journey of invitro fertilization.
Linta's sperm motility was extremely poor. So, the doctor's first suggested solution was donor sperm. Of course, their family would not agree to raise someone else's child and directly rejected the best option. As a result, I had to take over a dozen ovulation stimulating injections and underwent egg retrieval five times after more than 2 years of IVF treatment. The continuous effects of hormones caused me to gain over 30 lbs and even start losing my hair. Lintau initially felt guilty and actively accompanied me, running back and forth to the hospital, but in the end, repeated failures crushed his self-esteem underfoot, grinding it into the dust. Humiliated and enraged, he never accompanied me to the hospital again, even after I discovered I was pregnant. All he did was take a photo of the test report and post it on social media, just to prove to everyone that he was capable in my previous life. It wasn't until after I died that I learned that whenever he claimed he had no time to accompany me for prenatal checkups, he was actually spending those moments fooling around with Songing, even when I was heavily pregnant, holding my prenatal checkup forms and undergoing examinations in the obstetrics department. He was right upstairs at the entrance of the surgical clinic waiting to pick up Songing after her shift. Then I turned to Songing. And you? Where did you come from? Just because you say you're a doctor, does that make you one?
Where is your medical license? If something happens to me, can you take responsibility? Seeing looked at me seriously, miss, with your belly this big, it's impossible that you just over ate. Based on my experience, you are indeed about to give birth. Whether you are pregnant or not will be determined after the C-section. I am a doctor, and my judgment is not wrong. I am saving your life. This is my duty as a doctor.
I truly cannot stand by and watch someone die. Even if you later repay kindness with ingratitude and turn against me, I accept it. Seeing<unk>s words sounded noble. But unlike in her previous life, they did not earn widespread praise from the crowd. In fact, they even sparked considerable skepticism.
What has this world come to that a fat person needs to have their stomach cut open to prove whether they are pregnant or not? miss who claims to be a doctor.
Even if the person is indeed pregnant, there's no need to slice open their stomach just to prove your point. And besides, I think she's perfectly fine.
If you want to perform surgery, you can work overtime at the hospital. Is there any need to force someone into it?
Amidst the continuous stream of criticism from the crowd, Linta didn't dare to say another word. Seeing<unk>s face grew paler and paler. She shot Lin Tao a fierce glare and prepared to slink away in embarrassment. Hey, wait a minute. I grabbed Seianing<unk>s arm.
Seeing couldn't suppress the smug smile at the corner of her mouth. Can't stand the stomach pain anymore. Hurry up and take off your clothes yourself. Every extra minute you delay increases your risk. If anything unexpected happens, I can't guarantee I'll be able to save your life. She picked up the fruit knife from the nearby table as she spoke. Just then, an urgent broadcast sounded.
Emergency assistance. Emergency assistance. Is there a doctor on the train? Please come quickly to the first carriage. A pregnant woman is going into labor. Songing froze as if she had thought of something. Her face instantly turning deathly pale. Actually, I originally wanted to buy a business class seat, but I didn't expect them to be completely sold out. I had to settle for a first class seat. After boarding, I heard that someone had booked three entire carriages. And in the middle of the crowd, there seemed to be a pregnant woman. Just now, I suddenly remembered that in my previous life, before I was cut open and fell unconscious, I heard the announcement again saying that a pregnant woman in the business class seats was going into labor and requesting medical personnel to come at that time. Songing refused to go, using the excuse that she was treating me. Later I heard that the person was the celebrity Chin E who after marrying into a wealthy family was pregnant for the first time and following family tradition went to a temple to pray for blessings before giving birth on the return trip to avoid the effects of air pressure on her body she chose to take the high-speed train.
I vaguely remember that although she didn't wait for a doctor at the time.
Fortunately, the fetus was fullterm and she ended up giving birth naturally right in the train carriage with both mother and child safe and sound if Seianing dared to perform surgery on her. Her fake medical credentials would likely be thoroughly investigated.
Seeing that Songing was not moving, the flight attendant reminded her, "Dr. Song, the situation in carriage 1 is urgent. Could you please go and check on it right away? Didn't you just say you were confident about performing a C-section? I see that this passenger is temporarily stable. Could you please attend? To the pregnant woman in carriage 1. As her situation is more urgent, the surrounding discussions grew louder, and the identity of the pregnant woman in carriage 1 became increasingly exaggerated. Seeing<unk>s frown deepened. She also knew that this was not some stroke of luck. If things went smoothly, it would be fine. But if anything went wrong, even her life wouldn't be enough to make up for it. In my previous life, Songing used me as a shield. But this time, I won't give her the chance. I took out a bag of chips from my bag and stuffed them into my mouth. Dear Song, I may be a bit of a glutton, but I really am not pregnant.
Don't waste your time on me. There are patients over there who need you more. I remember you mentioned earlier that you took some kind of Bengali oath, although I don't know what it's for. I heard it's a belief among you angels in white. You wouldn't really abandon your oath and refused to save a life, would you?
Songing shook her head. I'd really like to help too, but I was just full of enthusiasm wanting to treat you and got rejected. So, I'm not in the best condition right now. Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by several men in suits. The leader without a word grabbed Songing and started pulling her back. You're the doctor. Our young mistress is in severe abdominal pain. We<unk>d appreciate it if you could come with us. In front of us ordinary people, Songing, relying on her status as a doctor could afford to be a bit arrogant without anyone minding. But in the presence of such a wealthy individual, she was merely a tool, not expected to have any thoughts or attitudes of her own, Linta couldn't rest easy. So he dragged me along as we followed them toward the first class carriage. By the time Sang Xianing arrived, Cheni was already lying on the ground, her face deathly pale. Ling Tao and I were stopped at the carriage door.
Beside Chini stood an older woman who urged Songing with an imposing manner to quickly come up with a solution. I heard you're a doctor from Lyn Jang Hospital. The deputy director of your hospital, Lu, used to be our family doctor. She has been in pain for over 10 minutes, and I've heard that if the baby stays in the womb for too long, it can lead to oxygen deprivation. Hurry up and cut out my family's eldest grandson, not a single mistake is allowed. A chilling pressure as tangible as a physical force.
Suddenly rose, I saw a dense layer of sweat beads forming on Seianing<unk>s forehead. At the woman's signal, a bodyguard took out a box.
Inside were several sharp knives, gleaming coldly. Seang Xianing trembled as she picked up one of them, shakily walking toward Cheni. Before she had even made it halfway, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. She could no longer bear the pressure and finally revealed all her secrets. I I can't do it. I'm sorry. I'm actually quite new to my internship and haven't even been in an operating room. Yet upon hearing this, Chini was so frightened that she shook her head repeatedly, urging someone to quickly take Songing away and find a professional doctor. But the older woman shook her head. There's no time. The child can't wait that long.
She said to Songing, "Even though you haven't performed surgery. I've heard that you dissected many animals during your studies. There must be quite a few similarities. Right. My daughter-in-law is young and in good health. She might be able to wait, but the child is too fragile. Please proceed with the surgery boldly. I believe that as a mother, she would be willing to make certain sacrifices for her child. The implication in those words sent a chill down one's spine. But Sang Xianing trembled even more violently, unable to form a complete sentence. I'm sorry, Mrs. Jang. Human skin tissue and uterine structure are vastly different from those of animals. I truly dare not. What if the child's face gets scratched. I recognized the older woman as the wife of Jang Yiming from Haishir, known for her tough methods. I never expected that in her eyes, Chini was merely a tool for continuing the family line. Her life as worthless as grass.
Her expression turned cold as she kicked Seianing over. Get out, useless thing.
You just wait. I'm calling Dean Lu right now. You'll never work in the medical field again. Seeing scrambled away in a panic. Chin Yi<unk>s face had turned as pale as gold paper, and her entire body was drenched in sweat. At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me that what I had believed to be a safe delivery for both mother and child in my previous life was actually just a public statement from the wealthy family. Chini is very likely to die after giving birth. I pushed aside the bodyguard blocking my way and shouted to Mrs. Jang, I might have a way to help. After a moment of thought, Mrs. Jang waved me into the carriage. I whispered in her ear. Someone has been secretly recording a video at the entrance just now. MissQin has a well-known reputation. If anything were to happen to her, it could potentially affect the Jang family, which I believe is something you would not wish to see.
Please allow me to try and assist Miss Chin in having a smooth delivery. Mrs. Jang nodded with a mixture of trust and doubt. I had someone draw a curtain in front of Chin E to protect her privacy.
Kneeling beside Chin E, I encouraged her, saying, "Don't worry, I'm also pregnant. You'll be fine." I carefully recalled the Lama's breathing techniques for natural childbirth that I had learned, guiding her to push in rhythm with me. She seemed to have grasped a lifeline, clutching my hand tightly. But several minutes passed, and I still couldn't see the baby's head. Mrs. Jang paced back and forth nearby, her patience wearing thin, I gritted my teeth and took out the half full cup of water. Miss Cheen, this cup contains medication to promote uterine contractions.
Your contractions are currently weak.
For your own sake, are you willing to trust me? Cheni hesitated for a moment, then drank all the water in the cup before Mrs. Jang could stop her. Mrs. Jang<unk>s face turned cold as she threatened me. What medicine did you give her? Could it affect the baby? Do you know that she hasn't taken a single pill since she got pregnant? Not even for a severe cold. She toughed it out on her own. If your physical condition isn't up to par, what right do you have to bear a child for the Jang family? But now that Cheni had already drunk it, there was no point in saying more. She was wary of the paparazzi I had mentioned earlier and didn't press the issue further. As the medication took effect, Chini's stomach tightened in waves. As the pain intensified, she seemed to be reawakened, suddenly unleashing a tremendous burst of strength. Following my breathing guidance, she let out a sharp cry and the child was finally delivered smoothly. A faint infant cry echoed through the workshop. I quickly wrapped the baby in a nearby prepared blanket.
The child was just fullterm, and I feared it might be like my daughter from my previous life. Fortunately, after keeping warm, the baby's bluish skin gradually faded, and the cries grew louder and more vigorous. I placed the baby on Chin Yi's stomach and following the methods from the educational videos for handling emergency deliveries. Tied the umbilical cord tightly with a cotton rope. Just then, the train finally arrived at the station and the medical team, which had been waiting outside, took the mother and child away. Only then did I let out a sigh of relief, perhaps seeing her precious grandson safely delivered. Mrs. Jang<unk>s expression softened considerably. She arranged for the medical team to allocate an ambulance for me and took me to the hospital together. I underwent a full set of examinations at a high-end private hospital and the doctor told me that the baby in my womb was very healthy. Perhaps my daughter had been moving too vigorously earlier and now she was sleeping soundly in my belly. As I was about to leave, Cheni sent someone to call me over. Thank you for saving my wife and child, Miss Sue. She briefly thanked me, though with a hint of condescension. But then she handed over a bank card, instantly dissolving the dissatisfaction in my heart. Back on the train, that clumsy doctor who was about to pull a knife on me. Do you know him?
Having regained some strength, she was ready to settle the score right now. I can't touch that person, but it's still necessary to make an example of someone.
Seeing was the first chicken she chose.
I told her the whole story truthfully.
Actually, the drug in that cup was oxytocin prepared by her and my husband to harm me. Cheni nodded. How does such a pest deserve to wear white clothes? I told Cheni about my plan and asked her to do me a small favor. Go ahead and investigate. Cheni may not have much else, but when it comes to traffic, I have as much as you need. Drawing from fragmented memories of my past life, I found a few of Songing<unk>s university alumni. They all share a common trait.
They are all second generation from childhood. They have avoided conventional exams through various niche selection methods. Songing in particular started her career halfway opportunities that others had to endure 8 years or even longer to obtain. She acquired effortlessly. I compiled all of this and sent it to Chin. Chin E was once a hugely popular actress who announced her retirement at the peak of her career only to turn around and marry into a wealthy family to have children. Her statement immediately captured the attention of hundreds of millions of people. In the video, she recounted the scene on the train with a pale face.
Seeking favor with the powerful is human nature, but she shouldn't have used my life and my childs as bargaining chips.
She is Satan in white clothing. Shortly after, Chini and I went live. Together, I exposed the evidence I had gathered during this time about Lin Tao and Seong Seaning<unk>s affair, as well as Seaning<unk>s misuse of her position to privately administer uterine contraction drugs to Linta. Seeing was dismissed from the hospital. At the same time, I proposed a divorce to Linta. He knelt before me, crying and pleading. I was just confused for a moment. She lied to me, saying that our daughter's prenatal checkup revealed a heart defect. I knew how difficult it was for you to get pregnant, and I was afraid you wouldn't agree to an abortion, so I went along with her plan. I recorded his words and reported him to the police, accusing him and Songing of attempted murder. Lin Tao and Songing were sent to prison. When I went to collect the divorce certificate, I saw Lin Tao again holding my one-month-old baby. He asked me unwillingly, "Mangm, I am the child's father. For the child's sake, if you just issue a letter of forgiveness, I can get a reduced sentence." I smiled and said, "Who told you that you are the child's father? The daughter is a mixed race baby." And Linta was stunned. He froze, then suddenly grabbed the iron window and shook it frantically. "What do you mean? You actually cheated, holding the freshly printed divorce certificate, I shook my head with a bitter smile. Really? People with filthy minds see filth everywhere. Do you think everyone is like you? I took out an informed consent form for sperm donation, which clearly bore Linta's handwritten signature back when I repeatedly failed with IVF. Linta gradually grew impatient with accompanying me to the hospital. The last time I told him that if this attempt didn't succeed, I would agree to adopt his brother's child and give one of my father's inherited properties, a school district house to his brother as compensation. That was also the time when he met Songing. When I went in to retrieve the eggs, the two of them hid it off outside the consultation room and added each other as friends while I endured the pain and listened to the doctor's instructions. He typed rapidly on his phone with a smile on his lips as if possessed. I took out the informed consent form for using donor sperm, which he had once firmly refused. Linta was dumbfounded. After I became pregnant, he thought he had become a normal person and didn't take the doctor's words seriously at all. He drank and socialized everyday, and under the influence of alcohol. His condition had progressed from oligospermia to aospermia. He would never have a child of his own in this lifetime. After 3 years had passed, Lin Tao and Song Xanging were released from prison one after another. I also moved away from Haishir and returned to my parents' hometown to live. Occasionally, I would video chat with Chini to talk about the trivial matters of raising a child at her urging. Her husband diluted his equity, cashed out a large sum of money, and went head-to-head with the family business. The connections his mother had left him before her death were all taken away by him. and his stepmother, Madame Jang, quickly fell behind. You know what? On the day she was kicked out, I threw her own words back at her. The look on her face was priceless. I said, "You can only blame yourself for your poor health, for not being able to bear a child for the Jang family. So, you ended up being kicked out by your stepson after chatting for a while."
Chini suddenly brought it up that Songing<unk>s family still has some resources. After she was released from prison, her family paved the way for her again, and she got her medical license back. However, no major hospitals are willing to take her. She can only stay in a low tier hospital now, perhaps waiting for the heat to die down before making any plans. I didn't want to dwell on these old matters any longer. So, I didn't ask further. I never expected Linta to contact me again after being released from prison. He couldn't find a job. Even though he graduated from a prestigious university, he could only make a living. By delivering food to cope with the sense of loss, he drank himself into a stuper everyday. On the other end of the phone, he was so drunk he could barely speak coherently, only mumbling that he knew he was wrong and shouldn't have betrayed me or our family. Mangm, it's my fault for being momentarily blinded. I was greedy for the stability you brought to our family while also wishing for an independent woman by my side who could make a good impression. Mang Mang, my stomach hurts so much. I can't find the stomach medicine you bought for me before.
Lintau groaned in pain, and I could tell that his pancreatitis had flared up again. Over the past few years, he had been drinking and socializing regularly in his efforts to climb the career ladder. I've had pancreatitis twice before and both times I managed to recover safely through careful care. I also studied recipes and used dietary supplements to regulate my health. So, I haven't had a recurrence in the past 2 years now with my irregular schedule and drinking everyday to drown my sorrows.
It's no surprise if it happens again.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. Where is your address? I'll call an ambulance for you. Linta became excited. Mang Mang, I knew you still had me in your heart.
Following the address Lin Tao described, I dialed the emergency number of the hospital where Song Xiaoing was located.
The operator informed me that they were quite far from the patient and if they had to cross districts for the call.
There would be an additional fee of 200 yuan. I told her that money was not an issue and that the patient had been treated here before when he fell ill.
Although they are a small, unknown private hospital, we only trust them.
The ambulance took Lin Tao to the hospital, and I specifically asked around to find out that Song Xing happened to be on duty in the emergency room tonight. After receiving the hospital's notification that Lin Tao urgently needed surgery, and that I, as the contact person, needed to go and pay the fees, I simply turned off my phone.
A day as husband and wife brings a 100 days of kindness. I felt very reassured leaving him in the hands of Seianing, a fleeting partner, especially since she is a white robed angel. The next day, as soon as I turned on my phone, Chin Yi<unk>s call came through. Why did you turn off your phone at such a critical moment? You missed quite the show. She was cracking sunflower seeds on the other end of the line. Bursting with the urge to share, Seianing died early this morning, stabbed to death by Lin Tao.
They tried to cover up this disgraceful incident at their hospital, but I exposed it. You'll probably see it on the headlines soon. Amidst Chin Yi's rapidfire explanation, I learned the whole story from start to finish. Lintau was taken to the operating room, prepped for surgery, and ready to begin as soon as the family paid the fees, but my phone was off. And after failing to reach me, he happened to see Xianing walk in wearing surgical scrubs. The intense abdominal pain made him forget past grievances. He grabbed Seianing<unk>s hand, begging her to cover his medical expenses first on account of how he had abandoned his family and children for her back. Then Xianing didn't wait for him to finish speaking and immediately shook off his hand, desperately explaining to another doctor beside her, "Senior, don't listen to his nonsense." After graduation, I was framed and took the blame for someone else's medical malpractice, which landed me in prison for a few years. I've never had a boyfriend before. You're the first person I've ever liked, but that person wasn't easy to fool. They cross- referenced Lin Tao's timeline with the trending news from 3 years ago and pieced together the facts from back then. He slapped Song Xing directly. I actually believed your lies, vouched for you in front of the dean, and even wanted to give you the first authorship of the medical paper.
I've been researching for years. I never expected you would be willing to step on pregnant women and fetuses as stepping stones for your own selfish desires. You don't deserve to wear this uniform, and from now on, don't even think about making it in the medical field. Seeing was called to stop the surgery, and the operating room was in chaos. Lang Tao was left on the operating table for nearly an hour with no one attending to him. Intense pain made him crawl at Songing<unk>s feet begging her to operate on him first. Song Xianing directly overturned the surgical instruments onto the floor if it weren't for you telling me back then that you knew Academician by in the medical field. Do you think I would have paid any attention to you? I only found out after I ended up in prison that you had just managed to get an appointment with academician buys expert clinic once and you actually used that to brag and pick up girls. Everything that's happening to you now is your own fault.
You deserve the pain and if you're so capable, go ahead and perform surgery on yourself. After saying this, Seaning turned to leave, unaware that Linta was already in such excruciating pain that his consciousness was fading. and further provoked by her words, Linta groped through the mess on the floor and found a scalpel in a swift motion. Linta slashed open Seianing<unk>s abdomen.
Songing died on the spot and Linta was sentenced to death for intentional homicide. While picking up Nyongyo from kindergarten, I received a notice from the procuratorate. Criminal Linta, execution completed. Please relatives come to collect the ashes and personal belongings. The relevant departments are too slow in updating the contact information of the prisoner. I complained, sending a photo of the divorce certificate to indicate that I was no longer related to this person.
Looking down, was extending her little hand to show me the new little red flower she had earned. Mom, what did you just say? I smiled and ruffled her hair.
Mom said, I'll always be by your side.
The glow of the sunset illuminated my daughter's smiling face, dazzling and radiant. What are your thoughts after hearing this story? Feel free to share your feelings in the comments section below. Now, let's move on to a new story. My 12-year-old cousin was mischievous. He poured a small amount of pesticide into his father's liquor bottle. When his father returned from work, he grabbed the bottle and drank about half a pound. His mother reached for the bottle. Wanting to take a few sips to relieve her fatigue. I slapped her hand away, saying there was pesticide mixed in it, Dad froze for a moment, then grabbed my hair and poured the wine down my throat. Worthless girl, are you really hoping for me to die? My cousin's face turned pale with fright, and he told mom to take Dad to the clinic, opening my eyes again. My cousin was tiptoeing, pouring pesticide into Dad's liquor bottle. I turned my head away. This time, I pretended not to see anything. one. When I opened my eyes again, it's the same familiar stove. I have been reborn. I have returned to the day my cousin poured pesticide into the liquor bottle. Dad's bulk liquor is placed on the stove. There was also a can of gian libo next to it that was specially bought by mom for my 12-year-old cousin. Bing Bing Bing Bing is the child of my second uncle. My second uncle went to work in the south and left him at our house. Dad and mom cherished him as the apple of there. I I saw Bing Bing tiptoe and twist open that bottle of Baijo. Let's add some good stuff for Uncle. He hummed softly. The liquor in the bottle was murky, and the pesticide poured into it was indistinguishable. He glanced toward the door. I quickly lowered my head. He probably found it dull and walked over again, holding that can of gian libo, shaking it in front of me. Sis, you look exhausted. Want a sip of soda? I shook my head. I haven't finished chopping the firewood. Dad will scold me.
When he gets back, he scoffed. Auntie was right. You're<unk> just born to be lowly. Even when something good is offered, you won't take it. I ignored him and went on splitting firewood by myself before Dad comes back. I must split enough firewood to fill the entire corner of the wall. Otherwise, there will be no dinner. Bing Bing found it boring to curse alone. So, he wandered off to play with the wild kids in the village. Two. Evening. Dad came back from the construction site. I was tending the fire. a spark burning the back of my hand. He kicked the leg of the stove. Damn girl, can't you see I'm back? Where's the hot meal? I quickly stood up and grabbed the cold tea from the table. Dad, have some water first.
He waved his hand, pushed aside my teacup, and walked toward the stove.
What's the point of drinking water? It's boring. He grabbed that bottle of Baijo, tilted his head back, and down nearly half a pound. The liquor was murky, carrying a pungent smell, but he was so thirsty he didn't notice. Mom came out from the inner room and seeing him drinking, also came over. Child's father, leave me a sip to relieve my fatigue. She reached out to take the bottle. Dad let out a drunken belch and was about to hand it over. I was carrying a plate of pickles and happened to walk right between them, blocking their way. Mom scolded. You're in the way. She didn't get it. Bing Bing had been playing wildly outside and ran in shouting, "Auntie, where's my dinner?
I'm starving." He saw the wine bottle in his father's hand. Then glanced at the pesticide bottle in the corner. His face turned pale. His mother glared at him.
What are you shouting for? Your uncle is drinking. Bing Bing pointed at the wine bottle. His voice trembling. Aunt, I poured pesticide into that wine this afternoon. Dad's hand loosened and the wine bottle fell to the ground, shattering you. He clutched his stomach.
Aw. Mom screamed, grabbing Bing Bing.
You little beast. You've ruined me. Dad has already started. Foaming at the mouth. Mom panicked. Called the neighbors to help carry Dad and pushed the tricycle to the clinic. Before leaving, she turned back and glared at me. If anything happens to your dad, I'll skin you alive. Three. Dad ultimately couldn't be saved. The clinic doctor told them to transfer to a larger hospital, but they had no money. The next day, mom and Bing Bing returned.
Father never came back after all. I had just finished sweeping the yard clean.
Mother rushed in and kicked me right in the chest. I tumbled to the ground and hit the threshold. Worthless girl. She grabbed the broom and struck me again and again. Your father is dead. You're the one who jinxed him. Bing Bing stood to the side, biting his lip, saying nothing. The broom struck my bones and it hurt terribly, but I didn't dodge.
Stop. A woman rushed in and snatched the broom from mother's hands. It was Auntie Chen. She was the wife of my father's coworker. She had come to our house twice before to deliver things, but she wasn't particularly close with my father or mother. Sister-in-law, have you lost your mind? Aunt Chen stepped in front of me. It was your own Bing Bing who caused this. Why are you hitting her? Mama plopped down on the ground and began to wail. His father is dead. How can we go on living like this? This jinx. What's the point of keeping her around? Aunt Chin helped me up. She looked at me.
Then at mother, sister-in-law, since you can't tolerate her, I'll take this girl with me. Mothers crying stopped. She wiped her nose. Take him away. Sure, for dad's morning hall was set up in the main room, a thin wooden coffin which mama had someone go to town to buy on credit. I knelt on the rush cushion, burning paper offerings. Mama sat on a small stool, not crying, her eyes fixed on the coffin, muttering something under her breath. Bing Bing huddled in the corner, fiddling with a grasshopper. It was as if the person who died wasn't his uncle. Several groups of villagers came by, offered a few words of condolence, left some things, and then left. By midnight, my legs were numb from kneeling, and just as I was dozing off, I heard the courtyard gate creek open. I got up and hid behind the door. Mother stood up and walked into the courtyard.
A dark figure entered from outside. It seems to be Butcher Woo from the neighboring village. Is Oldly really dead? Butcher Wu<unk>s voice was very low. He's dead. Do you still stand by what you promised me? Mother's voice was even lower. I do. After the seventh day, I'll come to take you. I've already looked at the houses in town. Butcher Wu took a cloth bundle from his pocket and handed it to mother. This is the deposit. You take care of those two burdens at home. Which one is the burden? That girl and your nephew. I won't support freeloaders. Bing Bing is from my second brother's family. I don't care whose family he's from. Butcher Wu said impatiently. I'm only taking you with me. Mom tightened her cloth bag.
All right. I clenched my fists. Bing Bing had woken up at some point and was standing beside me. He recognized the people in the courtyard and rushed out.
Aunt uncle just died. and you're already looking for another man. Butcher Wu was startled, cursed his bad luck, and turned to climb over the low wall.
Mother's face turned pale. She rushed over and slapped Bing Bing across the face. You little beast. How dare you eaves drop. Bing Bing covered his face, his temper flaring as he pushed his mother away. You've wronged uncle. You took money from another man. His mother lost her balance. Her lower back hitting the water vat. She got up and grabbed the carrying pole from the corner. I'll beat you to death, you little bastard.
The pole struck Bing Bing on the back.
Bing Bing burst into tears. He was shorter than his mother and tried to dodge. He ran to the morning hall, looked at the black and white photo of his father, then turned back to look at his mother. He grabbed the earthnware basin used for burning paper money and raised it high. Hit me again. His mother rushed over. Bing bing. Threw the entire braier at her. The scalding paper ashes poured all over Mama. Ah. Mama screamed, rolling on the ground. She patted out the sparks on her body. Bing Bing was terrified and dropped the braier. He turned and ran out of the yard, disappearing from sight. Mama rolled on the ground for a long time. The fire was finally out. She slowly got up. A patch of her hair singed. Blisters from burns covering her face and neck. She didn't cry. She walked up to me, stared at me, and looked for a long time. It's all your fault. Good for nothing. Five. The next day, mother didn't leave the room.
I brought her food and she smashed the bowl on the ground. The third day, dad was buried. A few of dad's co-workers helped carry the coffin. Mother covered her face and said nothing. Bing Bing did not return either. After the burial, butcher Wu<unk>s carriage stopped at the entrance of the courtyard. Mother had already packed her belongings. The blisters on her face had all burst, oozing yellow fluid, a frightening sight. Butcher Wu frowned. How did it get this bad? Enough talk. Let's go.
Mama threw the bundle into the cart.
Butcher Wu saw me. What about her?
There's still half a stack of firewood in the woodshed. Go bring it out.
Consider that your wages. Mom tilted her chin toward me. I looked at her. Hurry up. She gave me a kick. I slowly walked towards the woodshed in the corner of the yard. Clang. The thick wooden door of the woodshed closed. I heard the sound of an iron chain being moved outside, followed by the sound of a lock being fastened. Mom. I frantically pounded on the door. Mom, open the door. With a butcher's voice came from outside. Did you really lock her in there? She killed my man. That little bastard. Bing Bing ran off, too. I'll just pretend I never raised those two things. Mama's voice sounded very calm. All right, go on. Get out of here. You bring bad luck. The carriage driver gave a shout. The wheels rolled across the courtyard, and the sound grew fainter and fainter. I slid down the door and sat on the ground.
Six. The woodshed was very dark. Only a sliver of light leaked through the roof tiles. I felt along the wall and touched a pile of straw. I pounded on the door.
Open the door. Let me out. No one answered me. I grew tired from shouting and sat down against the wall. I don't know how much time passed. I'm hungry. I feel around for a dry stock of grass.
Break it off and stuff it into my mouth to chew. It's bitter and astringent. I'm thirsty. I catch the dew.
dripping from the roof with my hands.
Drip, drip, I put my damp fingertips in my mouth, sipping that tiny bit of water. Later, I no longer had the strength to cry out. I lay on the pile of firewood, smelling the musty odor. I seemed to hear a sound in the corner. It was a rat. I fell asleep again. I don't know how much time had passed before I was awakened by a loud clanging sound.
It was the wooden door. Someone was smashing the lock. I opened my mouth, but my throat was too dry to make a sound. Help! I picked up a rusty iron rake tooth and knocked on the door.
Girl, are you in there? Girl, it was Aunt Chen's voice. The lock was smashed open. The wooden door was pulled open a crack and light streamed in. I shielded my eyes with my hand. Aunt Chen's face appeared outside the door. Seeing me, she froze. She walked in and picked me up. What a sin. She carried me out on her back. The sky outside was dusk.
Auntie Chin unbuttoned her coat, wrapped me in it, and placed me on the back seat of her bicycle. She pushed the bike and walked out of the courtyard. I glanced back at that home. The door was wide open. The wind blew through the hall and Dad's black and white photo fell to the ground, shattered. Seven. I woke up at Aunt Chen's house, not the woodshed.
It's a clean bed with the quilt sundried, carrying the scent of sunshine. I sit up. I'm wearing clean old clothes, not the one stained with dust and grass. Aunt Chen came in carrying a bowl of porridge. Awake, she handed me the bowl. Drink it quickly. I made a pot of porridge and fried an egg for you. I looked down. In the middle of the white porridge was a golden fried egg. I grabbed the spoon and buried the egg in the porridge. Slow down.
It's<unk> hot. I finished it in one gulp. She took the empty bowl and patted my head. Girl, you'll live here from now on. I nodded. Aunt Chen's home was very small with just two rooms. Her husband worked at a sand quarry by the river and didn't come back often. I can't live here for free. I filled her water vat.
To the brim, washed all the dirty clothes that had piled up for a month and chopped the firewood in the yard into neat pieces, stacking them neatly against the wall. When Aunt Chin returned from work and saw the yard, she was stunned. Child, you don't have to do all this. I didn't say anything. Took the hoe from her hands and went to wash off the mud on it. In the evening, her husband came back. Uncle Wong. He was very tall and dark. And as soon as he entered the door, he took off his shoes.
Carrying a strong smell of sweat, he saw me and stopped. "Where did she come from?" Old Lee's daughter. Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen and served him a bowl of rice. Her mother ran off with someone and locked her in the woodshed.
Uncle Wong grunted in acknowledgement and sat down to eat. Chai Jian. Uncle Wong picked up a piece of pickled vegetable with his chopsticks and glanced at me. Our family isn't running a charity. Aunt Chen slammed her chopsticks on the table. Wong Jian Jun, "Are you going to eat or not?" Uncle Wong didn't say a word. Just kept his head down and ate. I huddled on the small stool, not moving. "Girl, eat."
Aunt Chen served me another bowl. I held the bowl and squatted outside the threshold to eat. At night, I slept on the small bed set up in the main hall. I heard arguing coming from the inner room. One more mouth to feed at home. Do you realize that it was Uncle Wong<unk>s voice? How much can she eat? The girl is very diligent. Diligent? She brought bad luck to her father and her mother is a worthless woman. Bringing such a person into the house is just asking for trouble. Wong Jian Jun, watch your mouth. Don't you know how oldly died? I don't care. Send her away tomorrow.
Anywhere will do. Send her to an orphanage or to her relatives. She has no relatives left. Then send her back to that broken home. If she starves to death, it's none of our business. Slap.
The room fell silent. After a long time, I heard Aunt Chen's muffled sobs. I pulled the quilt over my head. Eight.
The next day, Uncle Wong left. Aunt Chen's face was a bit swollen, and she didn't speak. Her eyes were red. She went to the fields as usual, and I worked as usual. Half a month passed.
Uncle Wong did not return. Aunt Chin used the money she had saved from selling eggs to buy me a piece of blue cloth and made me a new set of clothes.
I put on my new clothes and went to the river to wash the rice. I saw a figure crouching under the big locust tree at the village entrance. It was mother. She had become so thin that she was almost unrecognizable. The burn on my face had formed dark purple scars. Patch by patch like rotten tree bark. She saw me and stood up. girl holding the rice washing basin. I walked around her. She rushed over and grabbed my arm. Girl, your mother is starving to death. I looked at her. That damned butcher. Woo! He thinks I'm ugly and drove me out. She began to cry. Tears mingled with yellow pus seeping out from the cracks of the scars. "Mother has nowhere to go. Take me to Sister Chen. Ask her to give me a bite to eat." I shook off her hand. "You are not my mother, you heartless creature." She lunged forward trying to grab my hair. I dodged you. Didn't you say I was a waste of money? Didn't you lock me in the woodshed? Thud. She knelt down. Girl, mom was wrong. Mom was bewitched back then. She hugged my legs, pressing her face against my newly made trousers. Talk to Sister Chen. Ask her to take me in. I'll work like an ox or a horse for her. I'll do anything.
Otherwise, I'll starve to death. I didn't move. Get lost. Girl, if you don't get lost now, I'll throw a rock at you. I point to the stones by the river.
She looks into my eyes. She slowly lets go and stands up. She doesn't leave, just stares at me with hatred. Nine. In the evening, I lit the fire to cook.
While Aunt Chen fed the chickens in the yard. Mother came. She didn't look at me, but ran to Aunt Chen and knelt down.
Girl, save me. She repeated what she had said to me that day. she couted, her forehead banged against the blue stone slab with a thutting sound. Aunt Chin took two steps back. Sister-in-law, you should leave. I can't help you, sister.
Please have pity on me. I'll do anything. I'll wash clothes. Cook. I don't need pay. Just give me some leftover food. Aunt Chin frowned. Girl, hurry. Mom turned back and shouted at me. Quick, cow to Aunt Chin. I stood in front of the stove. Unmoving you little.
Mom crawled over wanting to hit me.
Enough. Aunt Chen stopped her. You get up first. Mom won't get up. Girl, even if you don't pity me, you should at least pity the child. After all, I am her birth mother. If I die, how will she face others in the village? People will point fingers at her, saying she didn't even care when her own mother starved to death. Aunt Chen<unk>s expression changed. I'll just stay in the woodshed.
I won't go inside. Is that okay? Aunt Chen sighed. Mother stayed. She really slept in the woodshed. She rushed to do the work, get up before dawn to sweep the yard and filled the water vat. She always kept her head down in front of me. Whenever Aunt Chen gave her food, she would always bring it to me first, saying, "You eat first, girl." I pushed the bowl away. She crouched in the corner, eating in small bites. Aunt Chen looked at her, then at me, girl, after all. She She wants to stay. I interrupted Aunt Chen. She didn't come here to be a beast of burden. Aunt Chin didn't say a word. Two days later, Uncle Wong returned. As soon as he entered the door, he saw mother in the yard. Mother was bending over, chopping firewood. Why is she here? Uncle Wong threw his bag on the ground. Aunt Chin went up to him.
She has nowhere to go. Let her stay in the woodshed and lend a hand. Uncle Wong stared at Mother's back. Hearing the noise, mother quickly put down the axe.
She ran over and forced a smile. Brother Wong, you're back. I I'll boil water for you. Uncle Wong grunted and went inside.
That night, there was another argument in the inner room. One money. Losing burden isn't enough. And now you bring back another debt collector. She can work. Work. Do I care if she works?
Chinchulan, are you deliberately trying to disgust me? Bringing some halfh human, half ghost thing into the house.
Wong Jian Jun, make her get out tomorrow or I'll break her legs. Slap. Another slap. This time I heard it. Aunt Chen didn't cry. She walked out and grabbed the thermos bottle on the table. Uncle Wong followed her out. Don't you dare.
Aunt Chen raised the thermos bottle high. Mother ran out from the woodshed and grabbed Aunt Chen's arm. Sister, don't don't fight over me. She immediately knelt down before Uncle Wong. Brother Wong, please don't be angry. I'll leave. I'll leave right away. Uncle Wong looked at Mama. Then at Aunt Chen, he kicked Mama away. Get out.
Mama scrambled out of the courtyard.
Uncle Wong pointed at Aunt Chen. You and you. He pointed at me, "Both of you.
Sooner or later, I'll throw you out together." He slammed the door and went into the inner room. 10. Aunt Chen stood in the middle of the main room holding the thermos flask. Holding it for a long time, she slowly set down the thermos.
She walked up to me. Little one, are you scared? I shook my head. Aunt Chen went back to the room and started packing her belongings. I folded my new blue cloth garment and placed it into her bundle.
Auntie, where are you going? I don't know. Aunt Chen said to the town to the county seat. There must be somewhere.
Where's Uncle Wong? Never mind him.
Auntie, I'm going to No. Why? Your mother. Aunt Chen paused her hands. She won't let you off. Your uncle Wong won't let me off either. I didn't understand your uncle Wong. He used to work with your dad at a sand quarry. Aunt Chen lowered her head. He He owed your dad his wages. When your dad died, he thought the debt was gone. Does my mother know? Your mother knows everything. She didn't come to rely on me. She came to rely on your uncle Wong.
She used that money to threaten your uncle Wong, forcing him to drive me away and marry her. I looked at Aunt Chen.
She knelt on the ground today. It was all for me to see. Auntie Chin zipped up the bag. Girl, I'm leaving. Uncle Wong and your mom will sell you. Then what should I do? Go find Bing Bing. He didn't run far. He's in that dilapidated temple on the back hill. Aunt Chen handed me 10 yuan and two dry buns. He harmed dad. Tell him his aunt is going to sell him for money. Will he believe it? You'll know once you go. Hurry up.
Go through the back door. I took the money and the steamed bun. Auntie Chen, what about you? I'm going back to my parents' home. She touched my face. From now on, stay far away from all of them.
I ran out through the back door. I didn't look back. I heard Uncle Wong cursing in the yard. Shinshuan, get out here. I didn't go look for Bing Bing. I took those 10 yuan and just kept walking. When it was light, I arrived at the town. 11. Town. There were many people and many cars. With $10 in my hand, I bought dozens of steamed buns and ate them for 6 days. On the seventh day, the money was gone. I slept under the bridge. It was cold at night, so I hugged my knees and tucked the two dry buns Aunt Chin gave me into my arms. I didn't dare to eat them. On the eighth day, I saw him. My cousin Bing Bing, he was at the street corner, tugging at a man's pant leg. The man kicked him away.
Get lost. You little beggar. Bing Bing lay on the ground, grabbed a handful of mud, and wanted to throw it back. He saw me. I was standing. He stood up and brushed off the dust. He didn't mention dad. Didn't mention mom and didn't mention that brazier. I didn't mention that bottle of wine. Nor did I mention the firewood room. I'm hungry. He said I handed him a dry bun. He took it and swallowed it in three bites. Is there anymore? I hide the other one away. At night, we sleep together under the bridge, 3 ft apart every time he turns over. I clutched the sharpened stone in my pocket. Didn't you go look for Aunt Chen? He asked. No, you didn't go back to the backhill either. No, he let out a scoff. You're clever. I'll give you that. We went together. He went to steal buns and got chased. I ducked into the alley, knocked over a trash can, and drew people away. At night, we shared a steamed bun. There's a noodle shop on the back street. He said, "The owner is kind. Sometimes she gives leftover noodle soup. The noodle shop was run by the Jeang family. We slept in the shed behind the noodle shop, which was piled with odds and ends. The shop owner's wife, Aunt Chong, saw us when she opened the door in the morning to dump the slop. She didn't scold us. She sighed and gave us two cold steamed buns. Eat quickly and leave. Don't get in the way here. We didn't leave. Aunt Jangs slop bucket was our rice bowl. Bing Bing always snatched the biggest bone. I won't compete with him. I'll eat the noodle base with a bit of mutton flavor.
No ambition, he said, chewing on the bone. His words unclear. 12. A few days later, a boy appeared in the noodle shop. He was about our age, neat and tidy, wearing a blue school uniform. He is Aunt Jangs son named Shiao Jun. He came back from his grandmother's house to go to school. Shiao Jun saw us huddled at the back door. Mom, who are they? Beggars. Aunt Jang was downstairs.
Let them come in and help. It's getting cold. Shiao Jun said. We entered the back kitchen. Washing dishes. The dishes are piled up like a mountain. The water is ice cold and my hands quickly go numb. I washed them quickly. I stacked the dishes neatly. Bing Bing washed slowly and even broke one. Clumsy. Aunt Jang scolded him. Bing Bing threw the rag into the sink. The water splashed all over my face. I didn't look at him and continued washing. During the meal, Aunt Jang gave each of us a bowl of noodles. There was minced lamb. Shiao Jun sat at the table. He was holding a book. Sister, what's your name? He asked me. I held the bowl. Girl, I'll teach you how to write your name. He took a pencil and wrote on a scrap of paper.
Xiao Juan<unk>s handwriting is very beautiful. This is Ya, the Ya in Yatu, meaning girl. He held my hand, guiding it stroke by stroke. His hand was warm.
I looked at those two characters. Bing Bing sat in the corner, slurping his noodles noisily. He stood up and slammed his bowl heavily on the table. I'm full.
After finishing work in the evening, Aunt Jean gave me a piece of candy. The girl works efficiently. She didn't give it to Bing Bing. Bing Bing looked at the candy in my hand. What are you looking at? I stuffed the candy into my mouth.
He turned his head and kicked the empty oil drum at the base of the wall. Aunt Jang was very kind to me, seeing that my hands were chapped and full of cracks from the cold. She gave me a small box of clam oil. apply it before going to bed at night. I took a sniff. It smelled fragrant when I slept. I tucked the box into the innermost pocket of my clothes.
The next day, the box was gone. I saw Bing Bing hiding in the back alley, digging his fingers into that jar of pomade and smearing it on his hair, trying to make it shine like a city persons. I walked over. When he saw me, he threw the jar on the ground and crushed it under his foot. What are you looking at? Worthless junk. 13. Bing Bing began to slack off at work. He kept running to the riverside. The noodle shop wasn't far from the river. The river water had just thawed in early spring. Cold and swift. That afternoon, there were few customers in the shop.
Aunt Jang was doing the accounts at the front while I squatted in the back washing vegetables. Bing Bing slipped over to Xiao Juan side. Shiao Jun is doing his homework. Brother Jun, he rarely calls him that. What's up? I saw an iron box in the water near the abandoned old dock at Leoja port. It seems like someone dropped it. And then let's fish it out. It's definitely something good. That area is the sight of the old Six Nations dock where big ships used to anchor. There must be something valuable there. Shia Jun shook his head. Mom won't let me go near the river. You don't dare. Bing Bing smiled.
I thought you were the boss around here.
Shiao Jun stood up. Let's<unk> go then.
Bing Bing walked out, glancing back at me. That glance, it was the same as the one he gave me when he looked back after pouring pesticide into my father's liquor bottle. My heart raced. I put down the vegetables in my hands, dried them off, and without making a sound, followed. Behind them, they arrived at the abandoned old stone steps. The planks of the dock were all rotten, covered in moss, where Shiao Jun craned his neck to look. There under that rock, Bing Bing points at the water. The water is yellow and very murky. How come I can't see it? Shiao Jun squints his eyes. You're blind, Bing Bing said impatiently. It's right there, tangled in the seaweed. You have to go down to reach it. It's<unk> too cold. Xiao Juan<unk>s hand had barely touched the water before he pulled it back. Useless.
Bing Bing crossed his arms. Who are you calling useless? You fine, I'll go down then. Shiao Jun took off his shoes. He grabbed onto a rotten wooden stake and slowly lowered his foot. Move to the left a bit further. Bing Bing directed.
Shiao Jun shifted two steps to the left.
The water there was already up to his waist. Bing Bing. Shiao Jun<unk>s voice trembled a little. I can't reach it. The water is too deep. Useless. Bing Bing walked over. He stood behind Shiao Jun.
He raised his foot. Get down. He kicked Shiao Jun in the back. Plop. Shiao Jun completely disappeared from sight. Two seconds later, he finally surfaced.
Help! He choked on water, his hands flailing wildly. "Bing Bing," I called out, running out from behind the pillar, seeing me. Bing Bing<unk>s face turned pale. "Did Did she see it again? He wasn't asking me. He was talking to himself." He panicked, turned around, and ran. The dock was too slippery. He ran too fast and slipped. He lost his balance and hit his head on the iron post used for muring boats. Thud. He didn't make a sound. He stood straight up, then also toppled into the river.
The river surface churned with two bubbles, then grew calm. I ran to the edge of the dock. Shiao Jun was still flailing about. I grabbed the bamboo pole lying on the horse's head and stretched it out with all my might. Grab it. Shiao Jun caught it. Someone help.
Save us. I ran to the noodle shop. Aunt Chong and two workers rushed out. They pulled Shiao Jun up. Shiao Jun coughed up water, his face pale, pointing at the river. Bing Bing. Bing Bing, a fellow who could swim, jumped into the water.
He groped around for a long time. He dragged Bing Bing ashore. There was a large gash on Bing Bing<unk>s forehead and blood was gushing out. Aunt Jang checked his nose. Her hand trembled slightly, then slowly lowered. She turned her head and looked at me. What happened, girl? I look at the river surface. He fell in by himself. 14 people in uniforms have arrived in the town. They asked me questions. I told the truth. Bing Bing told Shiao Jun to go into the river to fetch something.
Shiao Jun went in. Bing Bing tried to run, but the dock was slippery. He bumped into an iron post and fell in.
They went to ask Shia Jun. Shiao Jun was wrapped in a blanket, his face still pale. He nodded. Yes. He fell down by himself. Bing Bing<unk>s body was taken away. It was someone from the town's welfare institution who came. Second uncle and second aunt were out of town and their phones were unreachable. Aunt Jang<unk>s noodle shop was closed for 3 days. She didn't cry. Nor did she scold anyone. She just sat there. 3 days later, the noodle shop reopened. People who come to eat noodles always glance at me. That's her. That girl, her cousin died. I heard she brings misfortune to her husband and father. And now she's brought it to her cousin. Aunt Jang is also unlucky taking in such a thing.
Their voices were not loud, but I could hear them. I lowered my head to wash the dishes. Auntie Jang came out and threw the rag on the table. If you're done eating, get out. If you're not eating, get out, too. The guests left. Shiao Jun came back from school. Mom, the people at school, they don't play with me. He lowered his head, fiddling with the straps of his backpack. They said Bing Bing was was cursed to death by me. They said, "Sister Yatu is a jinx." Aunt Jang didn't say a word. A few more days passed and the kitchen window was smashed by someone. Midnight, a stone was thrown in, shattering glass into the freshly needed dough. Aunt Jang stood.
Amidst the mess, she looked at me. Then at Shiao Jun, Shiao Jun, go pack your things. Mom, girl, you go too. She walked to the shop entrance and took down the wooden sign that had been hanging for 10 years. This shop is closing. 15. We've moved. We've gone to the county town. Aunt Jang sold her shop in the town and rented a small storefront next to the county middle school. Still selling noodles. Shiao Jun and I transferred to the county middle school. No one here knows us. I sit in the classroom and the window is bright.
Shiao Jun sits right behind me. I study day and night. Aunt Jangs noodle shop is doing great business. She got up at 4 in the morning to make soup. Shiao Jun loves drawing and his textbooks are filled with sketches. Days just passed by like this, one after another. I ranked first in the county in the high school entrance exam. Aunt Jang didn't set up her stall that day. She went to the vegetable market to buy 3 lb of meat. Shiao Jun, your sister did well on her exam, so you need to strive for success, too. Shiao Jun hid the drawing board behind his back. I know, Mom. 3 years later, a red notification letter was delivered to the noodle shop, Ching Bay University. Aunt Jang was holding a bowl of noodles and her hand trembled slightly. The noodle soup spilled out, scalding the back of her hand. She put down the noodles, wiped her hands on her apron, and then took the piece of paper.
She looked at it for a long time.
"Good," she said. "Good." Shiao Jun got in two. He didn't take the college entrance exam. He took the film academy exam. Mom, I want to make movies. Make what? Aunt Jang wanted to scold him, but the words never left her mouth. She sighed, "As you wish. Just don't starve to death." On the day I left, Aunt Jang boiled two eggs for me, "Girl, once you get there, live well." Four years later, I'm back from my vacation. The county town has changed a lot. Aunt Jangs noodle shop has changed, too. It has becomes mutton noodle shop, a two-story building that looks quite impressive.
The shop also sells pork floss on the side. And business is booming. Shiao Jun has also returned. He's wearing a jacket. His hair has grown longer, and he's helping out in the shop. Sis, you're back. He's still the same. With a smile that lights up his eyes. I heard you got a scholarship. I nodded. Aunt Jang came out from the kitchen, her white hair more noticeable now. You're back. She untied her apron. Sit down.
Mom will make noodles for you. I sat at the table by the window. Shiao Jun handed me the phone. Look, sis. I made this short video. Aunt Jang brought over two bowls of noodles. Eat up. I picked up my chopsticks. The steam wafted against my face. I saw a photo pressed under the glass plate on the table. It was me, Shiao Jun, and Aunt Jang. It was taken at the entrance of this new shop.
In the photo, Aunt Jang is in the middle with Shiao Jun and me standing on either side of her. The three of us are all looking at the camera after hearing this story. What are your thoughts? Feel free to share your ideas in the comments section. I look forward to hearing from you.
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