Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

He Qiancheng didn't say anything. He interrupted and said goodbye. Wei Zhonghua quickly said, "Brother He's mother is sick and is staying in the hospital. He has to go..."

"Wei Zhonghua!"

Wei Zhonghua's words were stopped by He Qiancheng's hurried shout, but it was already too late, Lin Qingping had already understood.

"Comrade He, may I ask what's wrong with your mother?" Lin Qingping guessed that it was not a minor illness, otherwise He Qiancheng would not have told Wei Zhonghua.

"Nothing, I'll leave first." He Qiancheng nodded and said goodbye.

Lin Qingping looked at Wei Zhonghua again.

Wei Zhonghua looked at He Qiancheng going away, and said to the other two companions, "Brother Shen, Brother Wang, you go to the capital. Now that you have escaped from the village, it should not be so dangerous. There are police in the city, and they want to commit murder." It’s unlikely, so I won’t go. I’ll go to the hospital to accompany Brother He.”

Shen Hai nodded, "Okay, you go."

hospital.

He Qiancheng was already standing in front of the hospital bed.

Her mother had her eyes closed and looked very weak. She had porridge for dinner and was still on the table without moving.

The family member of the bed next door told him that the old man didn't want to eat it.

Because He Qiancheng had to do something tonight, he entrusted the family next door to bring his dinner.

At this moment, he was sitting next to his mother, looking at the back of his mother's old and dark hands, feeling sad.

His mother worked hard all her life, and he rarely showed his filial piety by her side. Now that she is seriously ill, he can do nothing...

Deeply sad, he lowered his head and covered his face. The 1.8 meter tall man tried his best to restrain himself, but there were still water stains on his fingers.

"future……"

His mother's weak and trembling voice came from above, and a trembling hand fell on top of his head.

He quickly wiped his face and smiled at the person on the hospital bed, "Mom? Are you hungry? Can I heat some porridge for you?"

His mother looked at her, her eyes were cloudy, and even though she was very weak, there was still a faint smile on her pale face, "Qiancheng, don't be sad... Everyone has their own destiny, mother, you are here now Being by my side makes me very satisfied..."

As he spoke, He Qiancheng's heart became even more sour. He sniffed and couldn't help but burst into tears, which filled his eyes.

He tilted his head and slowed down. There was no sadness on his face before he turned back and forced a smile, "Mom, it's okay. The doctor said that as long as you cooperate with the treatment, you will get better soon. Didn't you say that? I still like to reply. When the time comes to farm in the countryside, I will accompany you back to the countryside."

But his mother shook her head, with a pale face, fragile yet firm, "Listen to me, my future...Mother's health is well known to me. Tomorrow...tomorrow we will be discharged from the hospital..."

"Mom!" He Qiancheng interrupted her, "You just said you wanted to listen to the doctor, why did you talk about being discharged from the hospital?"

"Qiancheng..." The turbid tears in his mother's eyes finally rolled down, "Don't lie to me anymore... I know that my disease cannot be cured. Every day in the hospital, this bed , this medicine costs money... a future... don't spend money on me anymore, it's not worth it, let's go back... I can't cure my disease no matter how much money I spend... don't lie to me anymore Already..."

The most simple wish of the old man: She is already an old woman and has experienced everything in the world. Why should she burden her son with such a serious illness? It's better to save the money. My son will have to live for the rest of his life. He hasn't even married a wife yet...

However, as soon as she finished speaking, a voice sounded.

"Brother He didn't lie to you, Auntie, this disease can really be cured."