Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

"Doctor, how is Jia Dongxu doing?"

Li Huaide asked first, not that he cared much about Jia Dongxu.

Instead, try not to die if possible, even if you become disabled. In that case, the negative impact may be less.

However, facts did not turn out as he wished. The doctor shook his head and said seriously.

"I'm sorry! The patient was seriously injured. We tried our best. We are very sorry that we couldn't save him."

"Dongxu~! How can you be so cruel? How are we going to live with you leaving like this? Wuuu... wuuu..., Dongxu! Wuuu..., you haven't even taken a look at the baby in my belly, how can you have the heart to do that... wuuu...!"

As soon as the doctor announced the bad news, Qin Huairu let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Seeing her heartbroken look, everyone at the scene was moved. It was so sad and touching that everyone cried.

Then, the doctor inside pushed out Jia Dongxu, who was covered with a white cloth.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu rushed over, grabbed the cart desperately, and then lay on Jia Dongxu's body crying.

"Dongxu~! Don't sleep anymore, let's go home, okay? Woohoo... Woohoo..., I'm going to make you your favorite braised pork, can you please wake up and see?...!"

Seeing Qin Huairu like this, the doctor was helpless. In the end, it was Lin Wencui and several aunts who pulled her away.

When Jia Dongxu was sent to the morgue, Li Huaide looked at his watch and saw that it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening, so he could only call Lin Wencui.

"Director Lin, you and the deceased's family are from the same hospital. I'll have to trouble you to help send the deceased's family home tonight and comfort them. As for the aftermath? We will have a meeting tomorrow to discuss it."

"Deputy Director Li, don't worry, this is our job responsibility. Even if you don't explain, I will do my best to serve the family of the deceased."

Lin Wencui had no objection, as this was part of their job scope, so she took on the task without hesitation.

After Li Huaide finished explaining, he comforted Qin Huairu before leaving the hospital.

Seeing that the leaders had left, Liu Haizhong arranged for everyone to return to the courtyard first, after all, everyone was still hungry.

As for Jia Dongxu’s funeral?

We can only wait for the results from the factory and then make long-term plans.

So, a group of people returned to the Siheyuan in a mighty manner. At this time in the Siheyuan, because of such a big accident that happened in the afternoon, everyone gathered at the door, discussing the matter and waiting for the final outcome.

"Hey! Chen Xiaosan, it seems that you are responsible for moving steel ingots in our factory. Do you think Jia Dongxu can do it?"

Because Xu Damao came back late, he didn't know the situation very well, so he asked Chen Xiaosan who lived in the backyard.

"Brother Damao, let me tell you this! Each steel ingot weighs 30 kilograms. Last month, one of my colleagues accidentally dropped a steel ingot on his foot while carrying it. Guess what happened?"

"How is it?" Not only Xu Damao was curious, but several people around him were also curious, even Sha Zhu came over.

"How is it? My colleague lost three of the five toes on his left foot. Imagine that Jia Dongxu was hit by a pile of steel ingots..."

"Hi~!"

Chen Xiaosan's words made the people around him gasp.

There was no need for Chen Xiaosan to explain it again, they could imagine it themselves. Jia Dongxu was buried under a pile of steel ingots. If he could still survive, it would only be a miracle.

After listening to Chen Xiaosan's analysis, Xu Damao's eyes flickered, and he wondered in his heart if there was a possibility?

If Jia Dongxu was not an obstacle, then the relationship with Qin Huairu could have developed. After all, he had been coveting her beauty for a long time.

Another person who shared the same idea with him was Sha Zhu. His gene of loving widows was also successfully activated.

Ever since Qin Huairu married into this courtyard, Sha Zhu has liked her, but he didn't dare to think about it at that time because she was someone else's wife.

But now? "When Qin Huairu becomes a widow, will that be possible? Hehe!"

Just as the two were fantasizing in their hearts, Liu Haizhong also returned to the courtyard with a group of people.

"Second uncle, you are back, how is Brother Jia doing now?"

"Yes! Second uncle, Jia Dongxu should be okay, right?"

"..."

"..."

As soon as Liu Haizhong and his companions arrived at the door, they were surrounded by people in the yard, and everyone asked about Jia Dongxu's situation.

"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

After the scene quieted down, Liu Haizhong spoke seriously.

"Jia Dongxu is so seriously injured that he is now... ah!"

Because the victim's family was present, Liu Haizhong was not stupid enough to tell the result directly.

But none of this matters because everyone already knows the answer.

After waiting for such a long time, now that there is a result, no one is talking about it anymore. After all, death is the greatest thing.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's all go!"

Following Liu Haizhong's order, everyone began to disperse, but they were still whispering about it behind their backs.

Next, Liu Haizhong arranged for his wife and the three aunts to help the Jia family cook some porridge.

Lin Wencui did not leave either, and was also doing comforting work at the Jia family to prevent Qin Huairu from getting upset.

Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Sun Zhengguo said hello to his younger brother and prepared to return to the courtyard.

On the way back, Sun Zhengguo was also thinking that the plot of Siheyuan had been changed beyond recognition.

But why did Jia Dongxu die? Is there a so-called heavenly law in this world? Can nothing escape the arrangement of fate?

In the end, Sun Zhengguo thought of a possibility: there is definitely no Heavenly Way, but there is an existence that is more powerful than the Heavenly Way, and that is the author.

Yes! This must be the case. The author must have written this for the needs of the plot, so Jia Dongxu must die.

If Jia Dongxu didn't die, how would the story of Siheyuan be able to move forward?

When he thought of this, Sun Zhengguo couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, muttering to himself.

"Author, spare my life. I am willing to pay you a fortune as long as you don't kill me."

Of course, all of the above are purely Sun Zhengguo’s self-imagination, just to regulate his body and mind.

After a lot of random thoughts, Sun Zhengguo returned to the courtyard.

Grandpa and grandma are old and have gone to bed. Sun Zhengdong and his wife are still chatting with Ning Xiaowei in the main room.

"Zhengguo, you're back. What happened in the courtyard?"

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Ning Xiaowei couldn't wait to ask.

"Ah! It's hard to explain. Jia Dongxu was in a safety accident and is dead."

"What? What's going on? Why is a healthy person gone just like that?" Ning Xiaowei asked in disbelief.

Next, Sun Zhengguo recounted everything he had seen and heard.

After hearing this, several people sighed and lamented the fragility of life.