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âItâs been days, and aside from the day you had surgery, that wretched girl Rong Qi hasnât come to see you at all. I donât understand why youâre protecting her!â Mrs. Rong Sr. ranted.
Mrs. Rong Sr. held a plain box of food in her hands, finding it hard to swallow. But driven by hunger, she had no choice but to grumble and shove the food into her mouth.
Rong Tianshi subsisted on nutrient solutions every day, and even the scent of the simple vegetables seemed tantalizing. Laboriously, he reached out to touch his stomach, turning his head away.
Rong Qi had only paid for his medical expenses and his own simple meals three times a day, leaving nothing for Mrs. Rong Sr.. Now, almost every day, he gave his meals to Mrs. Rong Sr., either going hungry himself or nibbling on a bite or two. The food box was barely enough for one person, let alone two.
âYour daughter is too cruel, leaving her own grandmother and father in the hospital without a word of concern,â Mrs. Rong Sr. muttered.
To Mrs. Rong Sr., the vegetables in the lunch box were genuinely unpalatable. Having grown accustomed to rich and lavish meals over the years, she now found herself resentfully adapting to this drastic change in diet.
Rong Tianshi swallowed hard and said, âSheâs not my daughter anymore. Paying for my medical expenses is the best she could do.â
âTsk! Havenât you heard blood is thicker than water?â Mrs. Rong Sr. griped, feeling a wave of weakness as she clutched her chopsticks, her vision filled with floating stars.
âItâs just a piece of paper; you think it matters in court? Youâre too naive. Rong Qiâs obligations canât be ignored just because of that!â Mrs. Rong Sr. continued.
She picked up a piece of green vegetable and brought it to her mouth. The bland and slightly bitter taste was oddly different from the other flavors. She spat it out, rubbed her old eyes, and saw a fat green worm lying on the food box. Half of the wormâs body had been bitten off by her, making for a ghastly sight.
âAhh!â Mrs. Rong Sr. screamed, knocking the food box to the floor. She said, âThereâs a worm, Tianshi, a worm!â
Mrs. Rong Sr. felt like her stomach was churning as she covered her mouth, trying to vomit.
âWait! If youâre going to vomit, do it in the toilet. If you vomit here, clean it up yourself!â said the caregiver.
At the door stood a caregiver, about fifty years old, with a fierce look on her masked face.
Mrs. Rong Sr. immediately shut her mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, her eyes red as she stared at the caregiver.
The caregiver walked in, tossing a mop and cloth at Mrs. Rong Sr., and said, âClean up your own mess.â
âMe? You want me to wipe the floor?â Mrs. Rong Sr. asked as she pointed at herself incredulously, feeling a surge of anger, âDo you know who I am? You dare to order me around?â
The caregiver rolled her eyes and said, âYou didnât hire me. Ms. Rong said to treat you exactly as the rules dictate, no need to be polite with you. Iâve still got to turn patients over and rub his legs. Do you want to do it instead?â
âHow dare you treat us this way? Iâll have you know I could complain about the food you bought us. No meat is bad enough, but worms too?â Mrs. Rong Sr. complained as she trembled with rage.
The caregiver snorted, âBe thankful for what you get. You donât pay and still expect to eat well? Think youâre rich? If you have the money, then pay me to buy you something better!â
âYou!â
âForget it, Mom. Stop arguing. Iâm tired,â Rong Tianshi interjected, hoping to prevent a scene.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. To pay for medical care and hire a caregiver was already more than Rong Tianshi had anticipated.
Mrs. Rong Sr. huffed in frustration and reluctantly picked up the mop, mopping the floor resentfully..