After Silhu came to the courtyard, he told the story to his aunt, who was immediately moved by his pitiful appearance.

But she doesn't have much money, and Yi Zhonghai manages all the money in the family.

However, she also knew that the situation was urgent, so she took out all the money at home and let Shazhu use it first, and then think of a solution.

Yang Xiaotao just nodded silently after hearing this.

But he also knows that it is very difficult to cure this disease, at least it is not something that ordinary families can afford.

Then I thought of a possibility and couldn't help but feel entangled in my heart.

...

The Sixth Hospital.

At this moment, Silly Zhu and Shen Cuihua were standing at the door of the ward, looking at the doctor who was doing the examination inside the ward, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

After a while, Li Qing walked out and took off his mask.

As a doctor and a mother, she feels equally heavy about the children in the ward.

No one wants to face this situation.

"Doctor, how is my son doing?"

Shazhu asked nervously, while Shen Cuihua's eyes were blank and she hugged the little pomegranate in front of her tightly.

"The patient's condition is temporarily stable."

"However, this kind of congenital heart disease is relatively serious, and we have no treatment here."

Li Qing said helplessly.

After hearing this, Silly Zhu slammed his body back against the wall behind him, and sat on the ground in despair.

Shen Cuihua on the side was even more sad, with tears streaming down her face.

And deep in her heart, there was even more fear.

This is just like the retribution the old man in the village said.

But this retribution was not placed on her, but on her son.

"This child still needs conservative treatment. If he is lucky, he will grow up in the future. He just can't do heavy work, and he can't be stimulated..."

Li Qing continued speaking, fulfilling his duty.

"Of course, if you can find a better doctor to help with the surgery, maybe you can change the situation."

But she didn't believe it even after she said it.

Unless you go abroad to find a doctor abroad.

But, this is simply impossible.

"By the way, you two had better get checked out. There is a high chance that this kind of congenital heart disease will be passed on to future generations..."

Just as Li Qing was talking, a nurse on the side ran over and looked at Sha Zhu and Shen Cuihua. There was something wrong in their eyes.

"Director, take a look."

Li Qing was confused, then took the test form and his pupils shrank.

Previously, the child was cyanotic and short of breath, and needed blood transfusion to relieve the condition.

So the hospital took blood samples from the child's parents. After all, the parents are direct relatives, so it would be best if it was appropriate.

After all, the blood bank in the hospital also costs money to supply blood.

But now...

Li Qing glanced at Silly Zhu. If the child was held correctly, then the child must be the mother's, but not necessarily the father.

"Comrade He Yuzhu, come here."

Li Qing thought over and over again and decided to tell the truth. Otherwise, the two of them would not know, and if there was something wrong with the blood transfusion for the child, she would not be responsible.

And she has no obligation to help conceal it.

Besides, this kind of behavior of "stealing men" is seriously against the current trend. If men are caught, they will be paraded through the streets, and women must also receive criticism and education.

Silly Zhu didn’t know why, and he was still in grief. He, Silly Zhu, had been wandering for half his life and finally had his own child, but how could he end up like this in the blink of an eye?

Seeing Li Qing walking aside, he stood up from the ground in despair.

Shen Cuihua on the side suddenly felt a thump in her heart, but looking at Silly Zhu's back, her heart felt mixed.

Then he looked down at the little pomegranate beside him, feeling even more sad.

"Comrade He Yuzhu."

When he came to the corner, Li Qing looked solemn.

"This is our blood test report."

Silly Zhu still ignored it, his eyes dull.

"According to the report, both you and Comrade Shen Cuihua have blood type B, but your son has blood type A."

"I want to ask, did you hold this child correctly?"

Li Qing asked seriously.

Silly Zhu finally came to his senses after hearing the last sentence, and then opened his mouth dryly, "You, what did you say?"

"Of course this is my child."

The next second, Silly Zhu's voice suddenly became louder.

Two security officers from the hospital not far away came over and stood aside to prevent Si Zhu from making dangerous moves.

Li Qing shook his head, "If this report is correct, this child is not yours."

snap

After the words fell, Silly Zhu had not yet responded, but Shen Cuihua, who was sneaking forward not far away, sat down on the ground, her face even more pale.

Silly Zhu fell into dementia again.

All of this, all of this, illustrates one fact.

That child is not his.

Then, the picture of the past appeared in my mind.

That night, he went home...

And then got caught.

And then there's divorce, that's...

"It's his, right?"

The next second, Silly Zhu roared at Shen Cuihua, and even wanted to step forward and shake his fist.

Fortunately, he was stopped by someone, but his crazy look made Shen Cuihua's heart go out.

"Dad, dad..."

Little Pomegranate rushed over and hugged Shazhu, but was knocked away by Shazhu, lying on the ground crying.

Seeing this scene, Li Qing couldn't bear it.

But Morality told her that she did the right thing.

"Beat me to death, you can beat me to death."

Shen Cuihua rushed to Shazhu and closed her eyes.

Silly Zhu raised his hand and clenched his fist tightly, but refused to drop it.
Chapter completed!