Changping Village.

At this time, Fu Bo was thinking.

Uncle Fu thought about it for a while and said: "Some diseases come on quickly and come like a mountain, but some diseases are relatively slow. They penetrate little by little and get worse inch by inch."

"Just like my aunt's amnesia, it may just be a selective temporary forgetfulness at first, but if it is not contained and treated in time, it will gradually worsen..."

Old Yangtou couldn't wait to interrupt Uncle Fu: "Afu, we are all from the same village, and we have been dealing with each other all our lives. Not to mention your friendship with my Qing'er, why don't you just say something nice?

Well, can your aunt’s disease be cured?”

"If you say it can be cured, then old man, I will sell the pot. I will treat the old woman even after taking out the coffin book. If you say there is no cure, then I will give up. I don't want to be left hanging like this and tormenting people!" the old man continued.

Said again.

Yang Huazhong beside him also nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's what I mean too!"

Uncle Fu smiled bitterly: "I won't hide it from you. This disease cannot be cured by me. Aphania is a problem in the brain, and the brain is the most delicate and difficult to cure."

"I can't say whether it's in the town or the county medical center. In short, Uncle Yang, please make a good plan with Lao San, and I'll leave first."

Old Yangtou's heart sank, and he looked extremely depressed.

Yang Huazhong endured this blow and sent Uncle Fu to the gate of the courtyard, desperately trying to give Uncle Fu the money for today's medical visit.

Uncle Fu said: "I can't help you much, so why do you have the nerve to accept the consultation fee?"

Yang Huazhong said: "I'm just going to make this trip at night for you, it's worth the money."

Uncle Fu had no choice but to accept the consultation fee, and before leaving, he said to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, I couldn't tell you directly in front of the old man earlier, for fear that he wouldn't be able to bear the blow."

"My aunt's illness, even if she went to the county medical clinic, is just for you as children to have a clear conscience. When I attended the regular discussion meeting of the Wanghai County Medical Guild about this illness, I heard a lot from my colleagues.

They mentioned that almost no one can be cured, and even remission is difficult.”

"And those medicines used in the brain are more expensive than other medicines. Of course, I also know that your family is well off, and money is not counted. But I must make it clear that in the end, this kind of disease will kill people.

Money is lost!"

Uncle Fu's words completely shattered Yang Huazhong's last bit of luck.

…

When he returned to the main room with heavy steps, he found Lao Yangtou sitting in a wheelchair with a cigarette stick in his mouth, but the cigarette was not lit.

Yang Huazhong sat down in a low voice and took out his own dry tobacco pole to light it.

I choked and coughed after just one puff.

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Yang Huazhong on the back, saying: "It's the worst to smoke when you're upset. I just bite my tongue and think about things, and I don't dare to smoke."

Yang Huazhong nodded, feeling that he had been taught a lesson.

"Dad, what are your plans for my mother's illness?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Lao Yangtou was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I'm already like this. I have to rely on you to help me go to the toilet. What can I do? I have to ask my father about this!"

Yang Huazhong also smiled bitterly: "Dad, if there is any cure for my mother's disease, I won't say anything, but you heard what Uncle Fu said before."

Old Yangtou sighed.

Yang Huazhong repeated what Uncle Fu said at the gate of the courtyard to Old Yang, and finally said: "I am not the only one who has children and grandchildren. This is the situation. But whether we should treat it and how to treat it, I alone have no say."

, we have to call everyone together to discuss it."

Lao Yangtou was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay, then you can send a message to Lao Wu and Yong Jin tomorrow and ask them to come back!"

Yang Huazhong said: "They just went out a while ago. Don't ask them to come back now. Just let the fifth younger sister and the eighth younger sister come to participate. I will write to them later to explain this matter clearly."

"

Upon hearing this, Old Yangtou felt a little unhappy.

"For such a big matter as treating your mother, it's natural that your children and grandchildren should come back to discuss it. What do these two women know?" the old man asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "They are not doctors, so of course they don't know how to treat it, and neither do we. We came here to discuss other matters, and they certainly understand how to provide money and effort."

"Besides, we have me, Lao Si, and Yong Xian here. Dad, it's enough for you to come to the main formation. There is no need to disturb Lao Wu and Yong Jin."

Old Yang glanced at Yang Huazhong's appearance and swallowed his rebuttal.

"That's all, you can decide what to do when the time comes. I'll go see your mother first!"

Not long after Lao Yangtou left, Mrs. Sun came back.

Seeing Yang Huazhong's ugly face, Sun guessed something.

Yang Huazhong told Sun what Uncle Fu said, and at the end he added: "There are some things I didn't tell my father. Uncle Fu also said that my mother's illness meant that she could not recognize people for a short time at first, but after being reminded, she disappeared.

Will remember."

"The things she has forgotten now, apart from things she doesn't want to remember, are also things from a long time ago. Later, she probably won't even be able to remember what she ate yesterday, and by the end, she won't recognize it at all.

We don’t know who she is, she is in a daze, as if she has lost her soul.”

After hearing what Yang Huazhong said, Mrs. Sun was so surprised that she covered her mouth.

It took a long time to finally recover from the shock, and murmured: "Oh my God, this disease is too terrible, isn't it? I think about what a shrewd person my mother has been in her whole life.

She lives in a house, and nothing can be hidden from her eyes. I didn’t expect that she would get such a weird disease when she is old. It’s so pitiful!”

In this regard, Yang Huazhong could only sigh.

God likes to play tricks on people, and human power is nothing in front of God.

…

The next morning, Mrs. Sun went to Lao Wang's house privately and informed Yang Huamei about the matter.

After Yang Huamei heard this, she burst into tears.

"Third sister-in-law, when I think about my mother not remembering me or recognizing me soon, my heart turns cold. This is even sadder than losing my mother..." Yang Huamei cried.

Mrs. Sun's eyes were also red, and she comforted: "There is nothing we can do about this, none of us want to..."

If she really had to choose the same choice between losing her mother and having her mother suffer from Asomia, Sun would rather choose Asomia.

Because of this, at least my mother is still alive. Even if my mother doesn't remember me, I remember her. If I make something delicious, I can bring it to my mother and let her take a few bites.

But if my mother is gone, then there will really be nothing left. Even if I want to see her, even dreaming about her will become a luxury in the end!

"Mei'er, please stop crying. I'm here to see you right now to ask you to find a way to coax your mother to come to your house, so that we can free up time to get together and discuss how to treat your mother.

It’s something about that.” Mrs. Sun said again.
Chapter completed!