"Ma Jinbao, you tell me clearly what are you up to? Trying to rekindle old flames with Yue Xiaofang? Pah, shameless! Don’t even look if she’d bother with you now."
"What are you saying, Pan? My son is not inferior. Back then, Yue Xiaofang was desperate to marry into our family, even brought quite a dowry, unlike you, who brought nothing and just knows how to freeload at home every day."
"I gave birth to a son for your family! Why don’t you ask Yue Xiaofang to give birth, can she even do it?"
Grandchildren were Li Zhaozhi’s Achilles heel, leaving her speechless, only able to weakly say at least Yue Xiaofang was obedient and could earn money.
Then she held Ma Xiaobao, continuously comforting him.
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, your dad is bad, let’s hit him!"
Saying this, she lifted her grandson’s chubby hand, pretending to hit Ma Jinbao.
Ma Jinbao, however, didn’t even look up, just headed straight back inside.
With a bang, he slammed the door behind him and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets for money.
Pan Xiumei barged in, wanting to scold Ma Jinbao some more, but closed her mouth at his fierce glare.
Not knowing what setback he had faced at the Yue Family, and seeing him a bit scary, Pan Xiumei didn’t dare to provoke him and left, wiggling her hips.
Before leaving the house, Li Zhaozhi called out to Ma Jinbao.
"Son, where are you going?"
Ma Jinbao ignored her and took the money to the village’s bus station.
He wanted to go to the city, to a hospital, to find out if there was any way to prove that Ma Xiaobao was his biological son.
At the hospital, Ma Jinbao didn’t know which department to register, only able to ask the nurse at the help desk.
"It’s about my son..."
The hospital was too crowded; the nurse, busy answering here and there, didn’t understand what Ma Jinbao meant and thought he was inquiring about typical childbirth matters.
Especially seeing his rural attire, such matters are generally about carrying on the family line, otherwise, they seldom come to city hospitals and usually go directly to the village clinic if there’s an issue.
"Register for the urology department." The nurse assumed and then glanced at the old lady behind Ma Jinbao, "Auntie, are you feeling ill? Fever? Have you taken your temperature before coming? If it’s too high, go directly to the emergency room."
Ma Jinbao was quickly shoved aside by the crowd, and he registered for urology as the nurse had told him.
He hadn’t much education and didn’t understand these matters.
After entering the department, an elderly doctor with graying hair looked up at him.
"What seems to be the problem..."
He started to ask, then paused, suddenly startled.
"Your name is Ma Jinbao, right? I remember you."
Years ago, when Ma Jinbao’s fruit orchard caught fire, he fell into a ditch while trying to fetch water to put out the fire and was soaked in the river for several hours.
He wasn’t discovered until the fire was out and was rushed to the hospital.
That time, apart from some indescribable issues with his body, this doctor named Ding Qi was one of the doctors who treated him.
Now older, he had switched to outpatient services, not expecting to meet him again.
Why just one of them? Because the problems Ma Jinbao faced at the time were somewhat complex.
Unaware in his comatose state, apart from the external injuries, his reproductive parts had suffered irreversible damage, which involved Ding Qi’s area of treatment.
Ma Jinbao squinted for a long time, but couldn’t recall who Ding Qi was.
He couldn’t bother with that, and got straight to the point, "Doctor, is there a way to know if my son is really mine?"
"Is he really yours?" Ding Qi frowned and thought, "How old is your son again?"
"He just turned three."
No sooner had Ma Jinbao finished speaking than the doctor across looked at him with sympathy.
"Mr. Ma, you lost the ability to reproduce four years ago."