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2000, late autumn.

Qinghe County People’s Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

Forty-six-year-old Lin Guoqiang was lying on the hospital bed, so thin that there was only a handful of bones left.

He has deep-set eye sockets, high cheekbones, and clear veins on the back of his hands exposed outside the quilt.

There was an oxygen tube inserted into the nose, and the ECG monitor was beeping on the bedside.

Every sound is like a countdown.

Lin Guoqiang’s consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

When he was awake, he could hear the low-pitched but uncontrollable argument outside the ward.

"Grandpa, can't you think of a way?"

This is the voice of the eldest daughter Lin Jing, with a crying tone.

She is only twenty-three this year. She has been married for a few years and her life is very tight. When she came back this time, she borrowed two thousand yuan from here and there.

"Jingjing, it's not that grandpa doesn't want to help..."

Lin Haizhu's voice was old and tired, "Grandpa is also tight on money. It's not like you don't know that your grandma and I are old, so how can we have any spare money..."

“Tight money?”

The voice of his wife Zhao Sumei suddenly rose, "Dad, please tell your conscience, did you feed the dog the coffin book worth more than 100,000 yuan in your hand?!"

"Zhao Sumei!" Li Hongxia's voice immediately exploded, "How did you talk to the elders?! What kind of coffin book? Where did we get the coffin book?

Your father and I have worked hard all our lives, digging for food in the dirt, how can we get more than 100,000?Stop spouting nonsense here!"

"Am I being slanderous?" Zhao Sumei was so angry that her voice was trembling, "Last year during the Chinese New Year, you told your third aunt yourself that you and the old man's combined money was enough to buy two houses in the county!

The third aunt told me personally. Do you want me to call the third aunt to confront you?!"

"You!"

Li Hongxia was choked. She paused for three or four seconds before she regained her composure. She raised her voice and said, "That's your third aunt Hu Lielie! Even if there is any, it's your father's and mine's pension money! Who dares to touch it?"

I tell you Zhao Sumei, it is true that Guoqiang is my son, but which one of the eldest, third, fourth and fifth is not my son?

The bowl of water is flat, so we two can’t drink it!"

"Is a bowl of water balanced?" Zhao Sumei's voice suddenly turned cold, "Mom, don't you feel guilty for saying this?"

The corridor was quiet for a moment.

That kind of silence is more terrifying than an argument, like the last second of silence before a storm.

Lin Guoqiang was lying on the hospital bed, his eyelids trembling and not opening.

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