Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Chapter 587 - 582: Driven to the Brink of Madness

Qiu Xiu looked at Fang Pingying, seemingly having some difficult words to express.

Fang Pingying smiled faintly and said, "Auntie, just speak. It’s just us few in the car, no worries."

Only then did Qiu Xiu say, "The doctor in the town told us yesterday that elder brother must have taken an overdose of laxatives. Failing to send him to the hospital in time led to this situation."

"Laxatives?" Fang Pingying sighed. Luo Dashan was in such a state; how much laxatives were given? Do Zhou Yunmei and these people want Luo Dashan dead?

Luo Honglan thought Fang Pingying hadn’t understood it clearly, so she immediately said, "I know, it must be Xu He and my mom’s doing. They want to go to the provincial city for that shady business, definitely not daring to let my dad know, so they drugged my dad and then purposefully didn’t send him to the hospital, waiting until they went to the provincial city before Luo Zhiming went to my second uncle and auntie’s place."

"..." Qiu Xiu didn’t speak, but in her heart, she actually guessed that this was the case. However, she didn’t know about Xu He and their intention to find a surrogate; she couldn’t figure out why Zhou Yunmei had to go through so much trouble to get to the provincial city.

But, she also heard the matter that Luo Honglan repeatedly mentioned. It seemed there were unspeakable secrets, so she didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask.

Now, as far as Fang Pingying was concerned, she was just an outsider and couldn’t say too much. She remained silent, her heart filled with worry for Luo Dashan.

If Luo Dashan really couldn’t even take care of himself, needing care, she couldn’t imagine how heavy the burden on Luo Zhiyong’s shoulders would be, and how difficult Luo Dashan’s future days would be.

All of this, because of the ridiculous thing Xu He and Zhou Yunmei thought of!

Recalling all these messy affairs, Fang Pingying shook her head; she was actually powerless to think about the future. At the moment, all she could do was try to save Luo Dashan’s life first.

Fang Pingying and the others were in their own car; they had to switch vehicles and such, naturally arriving much later than the ambulance. When Fang Pingying and the others arrived at the hospital, Luo Dashan had already been taken to a ward, and the doctor was performing some simple emergency measures.

Luo Zhiyong and others were waiting outside the door. Although there wasn’t a commotion now, it was apparent that before they arrived, Luo Zhiyong probably fiercely reprimanded Luo Zhiming.

Luo Zhiming’s face seemed to have several more injuries, leaning against the wall, his hand touching the wounded areas, glaring fiercely at Luo Zhiyong. Luo Zhiyong, infuriated, was clenching his teeth, standing with his arms crossed in front of the hospital window, continuously gasping, seemingly unable to calm his anger.

Fang Pingying handed Yaoyao in her arms to Luo Honglan, then approached and softly asked Luo Zhiyong, "What happened? What did the doctor say?"

"You..." Luo Zhiyong turned, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Luo Zhiming, wishing he could slap Luo Zhiming to death.

Luo Dahe, seeing this, immediately pulled Luo Zhiming to one side and whispered, "Pingying, pull Zhiyong away. The doctor just came out and greeted us, asking us not to quarrel; your dad is still inside."

Fang Pingying nodded at Luo Dahe and reached out to pull Luo Zhiyong.

At this moment, Luo Zhiyong was so furious he had completely lost his reason, unable to distinguish who was who. His only thought was wishing he could kill Luo Zhiming.

Enraged, he pushed away Fang Pingying who was pulling him, pointing at Luo Zhiming and said, "Luo Zhiming, if dad doesn’t make it this time, you can go die too. You are at least a son after all, yet you caused your elderly father to end up in such a state, you don’t deserve to be a son."

Luo Zhiyong, in a fit of extreme rage and because Fang Pingying lost her balance, threw her off, nearly causing her to fall to the ground. Fortunately, Fang Pingying managed to stabilize herself by holding onto the wall and did not fall.

To be honest, throughout their marriage, no matter how angry Luo Zhiyong got, he never took it out on Fang Pingying, let alone acted in such a manner.

Fang Pingying felt somewhat aggrieved at the time. She watched Luo Zhiyong purse his lips and, resigning herself, sat down on a hospital bench.

Luo Zhiyong knew he had been too rough and tried to reach out to pull Fang Pingying up, but she was already ignoring him.

In front of so many people, Luo Zhiyong felt particularly heartbroken for Fang Pingying and regretted his rudeness, but he was too embarrassed to apologize immediately, so he continued to point at Luo Zhiming and scold him.

Luo Zhiming was so scolded that he couldn’t even lift his head, stuttering, "I..."

But before he could finish, Luo Zhiyong charged at him again, slapping him twice across the face, "If you dare not die on me, I’ll beat you to death."

Probably because the commotion outside was too loud, a nurse came out to intervene, "Relatives of the patient, this is a hospital. If you want to fight, take it outside. The patients inside need emergency care."

Only then did Luo Zhiyong regain some sense of reason and stopped his assault.

Luo Zhiyong was so furious because he had just learned from the doctors that Luo Dashan’s condition had been caused by someone administering laxatives to him.

What was more worrying was that the doctors in the county had the same opinion as those in the town; Luo Dashan was truly a step away from death.

But the medical facilities in the county were still somewhat better equipped, and the doctors suggested that Luo Dashan be admitted to the ICU for two days first. If there was improvement, he could then be transferred to a regular ward; if not, the family should take him home to start preparing for his post-mortem affairs.

However, the doctor made it clear to Luo Zhiyong that given Luo Dashan’s age and his condition, full recovery was impossible no matter what.

Even if admitted to the ICU, there was no guarantee of recovery, or even survival.

The doctor noticed both Luo Zhiming and Luo Dashan’s ordinary rural attire, and although Luo Zhiyong was in military uniform, a soldier’s salary was also limited. The doctor guessed their family’s financial situation might not be very good, so he wanted to consult them on whether they really wanted to proceed with ICU treatment.

The costs of an ICU were beyond what ordinary people like them could afford, and just a two-day stay, coupled with other miscellaneous medical expenses, could easily exceed 1,000 yuan, not including subsequent costs.

The doctor also mentioned the best possible outcome: even if Luo Dashan was admitted to ICU and his life was saved this time, for the rest of his life, he would likely be dependent on medication.

But if they didn’t pursue treatment, Luo Dashan would definitely not survive, at most he could only be dragged out for five or six more days. The doctor advised Luo Zhiyong to consider their options while they performed some emergency measures.

With all these pressing matters sequentially coming at him, not seeking treatment was out of the question, but to insist on treatment would mean a huge sum of money. Where could he get that from? When he came back, he had hurriedly withdrawn 300 yuan from the military and borrowed another 200 yuan from a comrade, thinking it would surely be enough.

Now, overwhelmed by the situation, Luo Zhiyong was nearly out of his mind, with no room left for reason.

And recalling the cause of Luo Dashan’s illness, Luo Zhiyong instantly guessed that it was the handiwork of Luo Zhiming and Zhou Yunmei’s group.