He was terrified to death. "Mom, Mom, Mom, wake up!"
"Mom, please don't die. I'll take you to the hospital right now! Hang in there!"
Unable to wake her, he didn't dare delay any longer. What if she ended up brain-damaged from the fever?
So he immediately carried his mother on his back, placed her on the flatbed cart by the door, and pulling the cart, he raced toward the hospital.
Anxious and frantic, he ran all the way to the hospital pulling the cart, not sparing a thought for anything else.
His mind was solely focused on saving his mother.
"Doctor, help! Quick!"
"Where are the doctors? Help, save my mom!"
From the hospital entrance, he ran inward pulling the cart, shouting all the way.
Yang Yiyang heard Jiang Zihao's shouts from her hospital room.
She wanted to get up and see what was happening, but as soon as she sat up, she felt dizzy.
To avoid causing further harm, she lay back down. "Anyway, the doctors are examining her now. My going there wouldn't be of much use."
Soon, doctors and nurses came out. "Quick, take her to the emergency room for examination to see what's wrong."
After seeing the doctors take over, Jiang Zihao completely lost his strength and slumped down at the emergency room entrance, only then realizing he couldn't muster any energy at all.
It was hard to say whether it was from fear or from overexertion.
Just then, a nurse came out and said to him, "Hurry up and go pay the fees. How will they give your mother medicine if there's no money?"
Jiang Zihao tried to stand up several times but couldn't. He had no choice but to fish out ten yuan from his pocket.
"Nurse, could you please help me pay the fees? I can't stand up."
The nurse, seeing he didn't seem to be faking it, thought he might also be seriously ill, so she took the money and went to pay the fees for him.
After a while, the doctor said, "First, give her a fever-reducing injection. It's best to get an X-ray to see if her head is also seriously injured."
"She has severe injuries all over her body. It's best to get an X-ray for that too, just in case there's internal bleeding."
An old traditional Chinese medicine doctor came over, felt her pulse,
and said, "There's no internal bleeding, but she has sustained significant internal injuries. It's definitely best to get an X-ray for her head."
After the nurse came out and explained the situation to Jiang Zihao, she asked him if he wanted to proceed with the X-ray.
Without a second thought, Jiang Zihao said, "Yes."
Seeing he really wasn't in a reliable state, the doctor helped push Mother Jiang to get the X-ray.
"The results show she has a head injury, likely from being hit with a stick, but fortunately, it's not too severe."
"The high fever is caused by the injuries all over her body."
After the medicine was administered and the IV drip was set up,
the doctor said, "First, take her to a ward for the IV. If she doesn't run a fever again tonight, it should be fine."
Jiang Zihao asked, "Doctor, can my mother and my wife share the same hospital room? That way, it'll be easier for me to take care of both."
It was only then that the nurse had a moment to ask him, "Did your mother and your wife get into a fight and end up hurting each other?"
Jiang Zihao wiped the tears from his face and said, "No, my father beat them."
The nurse's curiosity was piqued. "Why did your father beat your wife and your mother? And so brutally too."
Jiang Zihao thought for a moment; there was no harm in saying it. It was his father's fault anyway. "He blames my mother for giving me money to marry my wife."
The nurse was taken aback by this reason. "Good heavens, is your father not your real dad? Even if he doesn't approve of your marriage, he shouldn't beat someone half to death."
As they walked, she kept muttering, "Hitting someone on the head could easily cause serious injury or even death. Besides, it could even turn them into a fool."
Before long, Yang Yiyang saw the nurse and her cheap husband pushing a patient wrapped in bandages into the room.
No need to guess—it was her cheap mother-in-law.
So she asked, "How is Mom?"
Jiang Zihao told her the results of the doctor's examination.
Now it was clear—Yang Yiyang hadn't realized her mother-in-law was so severely injured.
"Your father really is a beast, to treat his own wife so brutally."
"No matter what, how could a thousand yuan be more important than a human life?"
Jiang Zihao said gloomily, "I never expected him to hit Mom so hard."
He truly felt it wasn't worth it for his mother. After marrying into the Jiang Family for over twenty years, working like an ox, all she got in return was a body full of injuries.
Yang Yiyang thought: The original owner had already lost her life—wasn't that enough? If she hadn't come,
would this fool have been able to get the money to send his mother to the hospital?
She would have surely waited at home to die. Maybe this fool would have turned dark because of it later.
Perhaps another life would have been lost accidentally. Are human lives really so worthless in their Old Jiang Family?
How could anyone live in such a place? Even if they did, they'd live in constant fear, probably suffering from internal turmoil.
It seemed she needed to seriously reconsider how to move forward from here.
Seeing his pitiful state, Yang Yiyang couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"I'm hungry. Go buy us something to eat first. Also, did you borrow someone's flatbed cart? Do you need to return it?"
Only then did Jiang Zihao remember the borrowed flatbed cart was still left outside, unsure if it had been stolen by now.
So he said, "I'll be right back,"
and turned to run outside.
At the main gate, he found the flatbed cart he had borrowed. The gatekeeper, seeing him come out, said,
"Young man, is your mother alright? I saw you in such a hurry, you even left the cart behind, so I pulled it over here to keep an eye on it."
Jiang Zihao realized the old man had watched over the cart for him.
"Thank you, sir. My mother hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor is treating her."
The old man looked at him and said, "You seem like a filial young man. Filial people are never bad. Watching your cart for a bit was just a small favor."
Jiang Zihao gave him a grateful look.
"Sir, could you watch it a little longer? I need to buy some food for my wife and mother. They're both sick."
"Ah, the whole family is in the hospital! Alright, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on it a bit longer."
Jiang Zihao bought two bowls of porridge and two steamed buns at the hospital.
Carrying them to the ward, he said, "I bought the food. You eat first. Mom can eat when she wakes up."
He also proactively told Yang Yiyang about the cart. "The gatekeeper is watching the flatbed cart for me. I'll go return it now and come back later with a change of clothes."
Yang Yiyang broke off a small piece of a steamed bun and handed him the larger portion.
"Eat the bun before you go. You can't collapse too, or we'll have no way out."
Jiang Zihao took it, his eyes slightly reddening. Besides his mother, she was the second person who had been kind to him.
After he left, only General Manager Yang Yiyang and her mother-in-law remained in the hospital room.
It was so quiet that Yang Yiyang finally had time to think about why she hadn’t died, why she had become one of the transmigration masses.
And why did all transmigrators have cheat abilities, but she didn’t?
She missed her Large Flat, her luxury car, her phone, and her hundred million yuan.
Before, she regretted dying before spending all her money; now, she hadn’t died, but the money was gone.
She wondered if she had done too many bad deeds in her past lives—otherwise, why couldn’t she enjoy a single good day in either of her lifetimes?
Closing her eyes and thinking, an image of her modern home appeared in her mind.
There was no mistake—it was the place she knew best, the Large Flat, yet it seemed a bit different. It was the bedroom where she slept.
When she opened her eyes, it disappeared. But when she closed her eyes and focused, she could see it again.
This happened several times in a row.
“Heavens, could it be that her Large Flat followed her here? No way, it couldn’t be what she was thinking, could it?”