52: 52 It’s time for you to cry
52: 52 It’s time for you to cry
Su Xiaofeng was surprised to see Ye Cheng appearing here, “Dr.
Ye, what brings you here?”
Ye Cheng pressed his lips into a smile to hide the embarrassment on his face, “Grandpa is worried about the injured man’s condition, so he sent me to check.
Where is the injured?”
“My dad has been carried back by his colleagues.” Su Xiaofeng didn’t think much about his words, “Would you like to come over to my place and take a look?”
Although Grandpa Liu had treated her dad’s wounds, there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be other issues.
Ye Cheng nodded, “Okay, grandpa said the injured man has severe external injuries, but his functions aren’t impacted.
It’s good that I can go over and take a look at the situation myself.”
As for Grandpa Su’s condition, Su Xiaofeng couldn’t be sure whether it was Xiaoqi’s doing or not.
She’d have to ask Xiaoqi in the evening, but verbally agreed, “Let’s go.”
Ye Cheng glanced at the muddy Boss Huang behind him, didn’t ponder how such a fat man ended up in such a state, and his mouth curved upward as he followed Su Xiaofeng down the mountain.
Behind them, Steward Yu watched Su Xiaofeng laughing and talking with a young man as they left, and carefully helped Boss Huang clean the mud off his body while cautiously asking, “Boss, are we still going for the midday meal?”
“I’m the host today; of course, we’re going.” Boss Huang felt irritable at the thought of the midday meal, “That stinking woman, I’ll remember her.
Go on, you go deal with them first, I’ll find a place to take a bath and change my clothes before heading over.”
Steward Yu, listening to Boss Huang, finally sensed something off.
The clever man didn’t respond right away, “Boss, your lip is split and swelling.”
“It’s nothing but your nosiness.”
Su Xiaofeng’s house was bursting with people, a mountain of villagers.
Everyone was chattering away.
“Old Su, you really have a strong life force, such a serious injury and yet you’re okay, this means you’re bound to enjoy good fortune later on,” Uncle San comforted as he crowded around the bed, watching the now awake Old Su.
Old Su had just woken up.
He opened his eyes, scanned the crowd, and said hoarsely, “Where’s Xiaofeng?”
It was like he had a dream where Xiaofeng was dressing his wounds.
“Boss Huang kept her behind, saying he wanted to talk with her about compensation,” He Ximei spoke as Old Su inquired about Xiaofeng.
Old Su struggled to get up, but He Ximei pressed him down firmly, “I’ve left Pengzi there, so just keep your mind at ease.”
“I tell you, Fatso, you’re way too careless.
There are so many men at the mine, leaving a young girl up on the mountain, what the hell are you thinking?” Hu Xiulan snorted coldly when she heard what He Ximei said.
“Those workers are all family from the neighboring villages, not as filthy as you think,” He Ximei really disliked Hu Xiulan’s way of talking.
“That’s hard to say, if Boss Huang wanted to keep Xiaofeng alone, who knows what might happen,” Hu Xiulan glanced at Old Su on the bed, clicking her tongue in her heart.
Old Su was already a cripple, and with this injury, his other hand was probably done for too.
The whole family relied on him for food, and with him in this state now, dreaming of good fortune in the future?
“Hu Xiulan,” He Ximei, hands on hips, said sharply, “If you can’t speak properly, then get out.”
“Tsk, good intentions treated like donkey lungs and livers.
I’m just trying to give you a friendly warning.
If you don’t appreciate it, fine, like I care to stay here.
It’s not for me to say, but with Old Su in this state, your family will have their time of tears.”
Their lives might be saved, but he might end up completely disabled.