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Father Lu leaned wearily against the bed, noticing the gaze of Cui Chui but not daring to meet her eyes. After all, he truly felt guilty towards her.
Cui Chui forced out a few hoarse sounds from her throat, which echoed clearly in the silent room, almost like a silent mockery that fell upon her own ears.
She had woken up this morning, but Father Lu and the others had not noticed. The conversation between her son and her husband was still fresh in her mind.
In the morning, Lu Yao had awakened to receive two devastating pieces of news. First, it would be very difficult for him to walk again; even after rehabilitation, his leg would be left with a disability. Second, his mother, Cui Chui, was paralyzed—suffering both mentally and physically.
This meant that while Cui Chui was conscious, her body could not move or speak, and she would need someone to care for her for all her basic needs. Whether she could slowly recover with long-term treatment in the hospital was uncertain; it depended on her individual physical condition.
Father Lu looked at his son lying in despair on the hospital bed and made up his mind to tell him one last cruel piece of news. "Son, I only have enough money for one of you."
Lu Yao stared blankly at the ceiling, slowly turning his gaze to Father Lu. Two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he moved his lips but resignedly closed them again. He pulled the blanket over his head and could not help but burst into tears.
"It’s all Lu Zheng’s fault, that bastard! I will kill him! I must kill him! He deserves a terrible death!" The rage boiled within him as he thought of the scoundrel who had brought them to this point. "I want them all dead! My mother is paralyzed, and he is lame!"
Suddenly, the blanket was thrown aside, revealing Lu Yao's bloodshot eyes filled with fury and his teeth clenched tightly in a grimace. His fists were tightly gripping the blanket.
Zhang Yan stepped back in fear against the wall; she had never seen Lu Yao like this before.
Lu Yao looked at Father Lu as if struggling to speak. "Dad, you should go back with Mom today. Zhang Yan can take care of me in the hospital."
Father Lu let out a sigh of relief and nodded. He decided that after they had eaten, they would return home.
Cui Chui lay on another bed in despair, listening to their conversation. She also hoped that Lu Yao would choose for himself; how could he make such a decision without considering anything?
She is his mother!
But she has cared for him so much!
Has she really cared for him this much?
Tears streamed down Cui Ceng's face as she let out a painful sound from her throat. It was then that Lu Yao and the others noticed she had woken up.
During lunch, Zhang Yan fed Cui Ceng. Cui Ceng couldn't open her mouth wide, so Zhang Yan had to use her chopsticks to push the food inside. Only a tenth of each bite made it in; the rest dribbled down her cheeks.
At first, Zhang Yan used a cloth to wipe Cui Ceng's face, but as time went on, she grew frustrated. She directly held Cui Ceng's chin and forcefully shoved the chopsticks in, several times even poking them straight into Cui Ceng's mouth.
After struggling to feed her and getting food all over her clothes and face, Zhang Yan was drenched in sweat. Looking at the half bowl of rice left, she dumped it out right in front of Cui Ceng.
In a low voice, she said, "Mother, you can't blame me. I've tried my best. Just pretend you've eaten enough!"
She then turned to Lu Fu and Lu Yao, saying, "Mother has eaten enough." After roughly wiping Cui Ceng's face and clothes, she hurriedly left, seemingly wanting to avoid her.
But reality wouldn't let her escape; an unusual sound came from behind, followed by a foul odor spreading through the room.
What is that smell? Can’t anyone eat in peace? Did someone eat feces?
Lu Yao was already irritated, and now the stench in the hospital room made him even more restless as his gaze swept over the other patients.
The others were unwilling to accommodate him and sneered, "Ha! Your mother made a mess; don’t go blaming others for it, especially with such disgusting accusations."
His own mother was being careless, leaving her mouth open and making a scene—no wonder her leg was broken.
Lu Yao's expression stiffened as he turned red and shouted for Zhang Yan.
His voice echoed through the hospital floor, prompting a nurse to enter and warn him directly: "This is a hospital, not your village; keep your voice down."
Their family was causing quite a ruckus; even the nurses were aware of it.
When Zhang Yan returned, she saw Lu Yao’s face was ashen and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
"You still dare to come back? Where have you been? Are you trying to abandon me? Let me tell you, you are bought by our family from the Zhang family; do you still have the guts to go back? If you try to run away, I’ll break your legs."
Humiliated publicly for no reason, Zhang Yan felt a bit wronged and embarrassed. Seeing Lu Yao’s angry expression made her feel frightened as well.
"I didn't mean to run away; I just went to wash the dishes and deliver something."
"Alright, hurry up and tidy up for Mother. Her clothes are dirty."
After venting his frustration, Lu Yao realized that his words had been a bit harsh. Feeling the curious gazes of others in the hospital room, he pulled the blanket over himself.
Zhang Yan approached Cui Zui and was immediately hit by a strong odor. She didn't want to clean up, but there was no choice; she had to.
Through the blanket, she helped Cui Zui change her clothes and wiped her down, her brow furrowed tightly as she pinched her nose to avoid breathing in the smell. She found some rags and kept cleaning until everything was finally done. Exhausted, she straightened up and shot a disgusted glance at Cui Zui.
She had never cared for her own son like this when he was young; now she was stuck tending to this old woman. What kind of sin was this?
Cui Zui's expression had long since faded before the noise and smell arrived.
Zhang Yan looked at the clothes on the floor and couldn't help but frown. "How am I supposed to wash these?"
But if she didn’t wash Cui Zui's clothes, they wouldn't last long anyway, and then she'd have to buy new ones for her. Wasn't that a waste of money?
"Can someone please take this away? It stinks! Have you turned this hospital room into your own latrine?"
The patient in the next bed shot Zhang Yan an annoyed look, pinching his nose and even covering his mouth with the blanket.
He must have been incredibly unlucky to end up sharing a room with them.
With no other option, Zhang Yan reluctantly grabbed the clothes to wash them. However, without a basin or soap, how could she get them clean?
She asked Lu's father for money but was met with refusal.
"There's no need to buy anything; just rinse them with clean water. After all, she can't speak now; as long as she can wear them, that's enough."
Cui Zui closed her eyes, images flashing through her mind.
Wen Qian and Lu Zheng had just returned from the city when they heard gossip circulating in the village. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
She hadn't expected them back so soon.
As they arrived home, they ran into Lu's father heading out. Wen Qian noticed that he was carrying things belonging to Lu Yao; it seemed he was going to the city.
Just right, before leaving, she wanted to take one last look at Cui Zui!
Wen Qian slowly walked toward the inner room, a wave of emotions stirring within her. Before she even stepped inside, she was hit by an unbearable stench of feces.
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