Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

When Lin Donglai returned to the yard, he happened to meet Yan Bugui fiddling with his flowers and plants.

When I heard the sound of a bicycle and looked up, I saw a bulging package of something stuck on the back seat of Lin Donglai's car.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately came forward and said with a smile: "Dongla, you're back. It looks like you've had a good harvest today."

As he spoke, he looked at the back seat of his bicycle with a smile, wondering what delicious food was inside.

Lin Donglai looked at Yan Bugui's anxious expression and couldn't help but feel a little amused.

He frowned slightly and said, "Uncle, please don't guess blindly. This is not delicious."

Yan Bugui obviously didn't believe it. He walked around the bicycle, trying to see what was in the package from different angles.

"Donlai, don't hide it from the Third Master. This bulging bag must contain good stuff."

Lin Donglai sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle San, you are really a bad guy. I have something urgent to do, so don't block me." After that, Lin Donglai pushed his bicycle and was about to leave.

Yan Bugui refused to give in and grabbed Lin Donglai's handlebars:

"Dongla, tell me what it is. If you have something good, show it to me."

Lin Donglai couldn't stand seeing Yan Bugui's greedy look, so he raised his voice and said:

"Uncle, this is something I purchased for the factory. It's public property. Are you sure you want to see it?"

Seeing that Lin Donglai was really anxious, Yan Bugui reluctantly let go of his hand, adjusted the legs of his glasses and said:

"Forget it. Since it's a public property, I won't look at it. Go and do your work. But next time if you have something good, don't forget Uncle San."

At this time, Lin Donglai was not in a hurry anymore, and said to Yan Bugui: "By the way, Third Uncle, did you know that one of our courtyard's chiefs was injured?"

Hearing this, Yan Bugui was startled. His first reaction was that this guy would not want him to help. When the aunt asked him to help, he used the excuse that he had something to do and did not go.

Yan Bugui's eyes flickered, and he said unnaturally: "Oh, I heard about this. What happened? Is the old man seriously injured?"

Lin Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yan Bugui's reaction, and couldn't help feeling a little contempt in his heart.

He knew that Yan Bugui was always calculating and shrewd, and was unwilling to do things that would not benefit him. It looked like he was definitely unwilling to help:

"Third uncle, first uncle is seriously injured and is now waiting at the city gate for help to take him to the hospital."

"I came back to help tell you something. You are the third uncle in this hospital. Please help me find someone to borrow a cart to take the first uncle."

"I have to go back to the factory to report after drinking some water, so I can't go with you. Please hurry up, okay?"

After finishing his words, Lin Donglai left Yan Bugui, who was full of surprise, and pushed his bicycle back home.

Watching Lin Donglai walking further and further away, Yan Bugui's expression immediately turned from sunny to gloomy. He had always disliked this thankless job.

But at the moment he had no better way to refuse Lin Donglai's request, so he had to hold his anger and knock on doors to call people.

It has to be said that Yi Zhonghai, this old man, has a very high prestige in the courtyard. When they heard that he was in trouble, several neighbors immediately stood up.

After a while, they borrowed the cart back, and they quickened their pace and walked towards the city gate.

When they hurried to the city gate, they saw Yi Zhonghai, who was being supported by Sha Zhu and an old lady, looking increasingly paler with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

Yi Zhonghai finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the crowd pushing carts over. Sha Zhu and the aunt also seemed to have seen their savior.

They carefully helped Yi Zhonghai onto the cart and made him lie as comfortably as possible.

Several neighbors also came forward to help. Some helped to arrange the mats on the cart, and some covered Yi Zhonghai with quilts they brought from home.

Then, everyone worked together to push the cart and walked quickly towards the hospital, while an old lady silently prayed that Yi Zhonghai's injuries would not be too serious.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor quickly examined Yi Zhonghai's injuries. After some diagnosis, the doctor said that Yi Zhonghai's right hand was fractured. Fortunately, the left hand, which was injured first, was not fractured.

It's just a soft tissue contusion. In this case, the hand cannot work and needs proper treatment and rest.

After hearing this, the aunt couldn't help but shed tears. She regretted her impulsiveness and was worried about Yi Zhonghai's injuries.

When several neighbors who went to the hospital together returned to the yard, everyone gathered around Yi Zhonghai to inquire about his injuries. When they learned that both his hands were injured.

The second uncle sighed: "Old Yi is one of the few eighth-level fitters in our steel mill. Both of his hands are injured. I guess he will have to take sick leave for a while."

"As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. I estimate that he will have to rest at home for about three months before he can go back to work."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement with his statement, but Yan Bugui disagreed. He said, "Old Liu, I think what you said is both right and wrong."

"What I said was wrong. Why don't you explain it in front of everyone?"

Seeing Liu Haizhong's unconvinced look, Yan Bugui said with a smile: "You also know that Lao Liu is an eighth-level fitter in your factory. Then I would like to ask him whether he usually talks more or does he do more with his hands at work?"

Without waiting for Liu Haizhong to reply, he continued, "Old Yi's level basically doesn't need to do anything himself. He usually has many apprentices, and he just talks."

"In my opinion, given how active he is at work, he might have gone to work with bandages on just a few days after being discharged from the hospital."

After listening to Yan Bugui's words, everyone thought that what he said made sense. Everyone started to discuss it. Some said that Yi Zhonghai was indeed a workaholic and always worked hard for the factory.

Some people lamented that the eighth-level fitter is different. His enthusiasm and sense of responsibility for work are admirable and worthy of the high salary he receives.

At this time, Qin Huairu and Banggeng were standing silently in the corner listening to everyone's words. Qin Huairu was in a dilemma.

During this period, whether my mother-in-law or Banggeng was sick and hospitalized, it was thanks to the help of Yi Zhonghai and his wife that the family did not have to live too hard.

In addition, Yi Zhonghai usually takes good care of the children, especially Banggeng, so it is reasonable for me to go to the hospital to visit him.

But on the other hand, she was worried that she would need to spend money to buy things to bring when she went to the hospital to visit the patient. She had finally deducted the compensation money from her mother-in-law and was reluctant to spend it at all.

In addition, she was so scared of going to the hospital during this period that she felt panicky when she thought of the white ward...