With a thought, Chen Jianye smoothly entered the Lingquan Space.
He found himself lying on the ground, face up.
Hmm, the sky is really blue.
So quiet.
Oh, there seemed to be a faint bubbling sound of spring water gushing out beside his ears.
His fingers touched the soil; he could farm!
Nothing else.
Chen Jianye found that after entering the space, he remained in a lying position, and his head still hurt badly.
'Entering the space is a physical entry.'
Confirming this, Chen Jianye quickly exited the Lingquan Space.
It would be quite startling if Sha Zhu suddenly discovered that the person on the cart was gone.
This trip in, at least, yielded some results.
It was confirmed that the Lingquan Space could definitely be used for farming.
In the years of great famine, having a private plot of land that didn't require turning over grain, without various levies and unified controls, was a truly blessed thing.
This was capital for survival.
As for the National Martial Arts, Chen Jianye took it out and quickly scanned it.
It was the standard Chen Family Village Tai Chi Fist, the martial art improved by the grandmaster Yang Luchan.
Now he couldn't even take elixirs, let alone practice martial arts.
Sighing, Chen Jianye lay down obediently.
He would wait until he went to the hospital to repair his body before making grand plans.
In less than twenty minutes, the cart stopped at the entrance of Hongxing Hospital.
Sha Zhu rushed into the hospital, shouting loudly.
Soon, several medical staff members came out pushing a mobile cart.
Working together, they transferred Chen Jianye onto the mobile cart.
“Hiss, such serious injuries, how did this happen?”
A doctor asked Sha Zhu.
“Ah, he bumped himself.”
Sha Zhu, in a moment of quick thinking, said.
“He could bump himself into this state?”
The doctor looked disbelieving.
“He just bumped himself. You can ask him when he wakes up.”
Sha Zhu acted shamelessly, refusing to admit that he had beaten him.
He wasn't truly stupid; if he admitted that Chen Jianye's injuries were self-inflicted, these medical staff would definitely call the police.
Then he would be sent to jail.
“Who's paying the fee?”
A nurse asked.
“I, I'll pay the fee.”
Sha Zhu raised his hand.
“First, go register and pay twenty yuan. We'll take him to the emergency room.”
The nurse instructed, “Later, take the payment slip and find us in the emergency room.”
“Okay, I'll go right away.”
Sha Zhu felt a little pained about the money, but he still agreed.
Twenty yuan spent on Chen Jianye, what a sin.
Thinking that if he didn't save Chen Jianye, he would most likely have to pay with his life.
Sha Zhu could only swallow his bitterness.
The medical staff pushed the mobile cart away.
“Old Ding, how much money do you have? Give me some.”
Sha Zhu patted his pockets.
Old Ding looked wary.
He was just a coal hauler, and his family was very poor; a mouse entering their house would leave with tears in its eyes.
All the money he earned went to support his wife and daughter.
Hearing Sha Zhu ask for money, Old Ding was a hundred percent unwilling.
“I won't take it for free, consider it a loan.”
“I didn't bring enough money with me.”
Sha Zhu said grumpily.
“Brother Zhu, you know my situation, how could I have money?”
Old Ding cried miserably.
“Alright, don't call me brother. You're about my father's age, you're making me sound old.”
“Go back and ask First Master for fifty yuan, just say I need it at the hospital.”
“I'll go pay first, you bring the money to me later.”
Sha Zhu instructed.
Old Ding nodded in agreement.
As for being bossed around by Sha Zhu, he didn't care.
In the Siheyuan (Courtyard), besides the main characters, there were many people with Four Nine City household registrations but no formal jobs.
They were the lowest-level residents of the Siheyuan (Courtyard).
Sha Zhu registered, paid over seven yuan, and took the slip to the emergency room, chatting with the medical staff for a while.
He stated his workplace and home address, and promised that the Courtyard people would send money over soon. The medical staff agreed to the rescue and told Sha Zhu to wait outside.
About an hour later, Old Ding returned with fifty yuan.
“Why are you back so late?”
Sha Zhu said, looking displeased.
“I went home to get money from First Master, and I had a meal at home along the way, so I was delayed a bit.”
Old Ding explained with a chuckle.
“You sure know how to take care of yourself, you won't go hungry, while I'm still on an empty stomach.”
Sha Zhu took the money and counted it, speaking in a loud, casual manner.
“What's it like inside?”
Old Ding looked at the emergency room.
“Who knows? Tsk, I really hit rock bottom this time.”
Sha Zhu licked his lips and went to the payment counter, still fuming, to pay more money.
No choice.
If anything bad happened to Chen Jianye, he, Sha Zhu, would truly be in big trouble this time.
Old Ding quietly snuck home.
Staying at the hospital, he was afraid Sha Zhu would assign him more tasks.
Sha Zhu came to the window and paid a little over twelve yuan, totaling twenty yuan.
Holding the payment slip, he returned to the emergency room door.
He was wondering whether to knock.
The emergency room door opened.
“Hey, I was just looking for you, did you pay?”
The nurse asked in a hurry.
“Yes, the slip is here.”
Sha Zhu took out the payment slip.
“Twenty yuan isn't enough. I specifically came out to tell you this; you need to add another twenty yuan.”
The nurse looked at the slip, her tone softening.
“Huh? Still need to add more?”
Sha Zhu was startled.
Damn it, this one bench cost too much.
“Do you still want to save him? If not, call the cart over and take him back.”
The nurse immediately scolded.
“Save him, must save him, I'll go add the money now.”
Sha Zhu quickly apologized with a smile.
He thought to himself that it was a good thing he was smart and had Old Ding bring back fifty yuan.
Otherwise, he would have had to make another trip himself.
Siheyuan (Courtyard).
“Old Ding is back.”
Yan Jiecheng rushed into the Courtyard, shouting.
“Old Ding is back, we need to ask him about the situation over there.”
“I wonder if Sha Zhu is handling things reliably.”
“Did the Chen Family provoke something unclean? Ah, how pitiful.”
In the front Courtyard, which was originally a gathering place for aunts to chat and socialize, it was now occupied by a group of Grandpas.
Everyone was discussing animatedly.
Yi Zhonghai's face was gloomy, his lips tightly pursed.
Sending out fifty yuan, if Chen Jianye couldn't be saved, then it would be a huge loss.
Yi Zhonghai grew angry just thinking about it; Chen Jianye clearly wanted to kill him, and now it was his turn to pay for his medical expenses.
What kind of situation was this?
Old Ding entered the Courtyard and was stunned to see a group of Grandpas all looking at him.
“Old Ding, how is Chen Jianye?”
Liu Haizhong asked anxiously.
“I don't know.”
Old Ding spread his hands, “I gave the money and asked Zhu, but he didn't know either.”
“What is Sha Zhu doing there, not knowing this, not knowing that, what does he know?”
First Aunt said grumpily.
Old Ding didn't reply and walked into his own room.
He still had to go to bed early to continue hauling coal tomorrow.
No work, no food; if their hands stopped, their mouths stopped. This was the living condition of the lowest-level residents of the Siheyuan (Courtyard).
“It's truly a sin.”
Yan Fugui sighed.
The Chen Family, originally a harmonious family of three, had now become like this.
“If he really dies, it's better if he dies in the hospital than in our Courtyard.”
Jia Zhangshi interjected.
“Can't you say something good about Chen Jianye?”
Yan Fugui said unhappily.
“Hey, you, Yan Lao Xi, when you snatched things from the Chen Family, you didn't think of the Chen Family's good.”
Jia Zhangshi became agitated.
“Those were things the Chen Family didn't want, Aunt Chen thanked me and gave them to me, how is that snatching?”
Yan Fugui quickly corrected her.
What followed were some obscure words, like “a gentleman endures poverty,” and “what about that,” and so on.
Jia Zhangshi saw Yan Fugui showing off his knowledge and couldn't be bothered to respond.
“Everyone should go do what they need to do. Lao Liu, Old Yan, you two stay.”
Yi Zhonghai said through gritted teeth.
It wasn't that he was being fierce; it was just that his back hurt terribly, and he was enduring it with gritted teeth.
Without the latest explosive news, the many residents of the Siheyuan (Courtyard) dispersed.
Only a few residents still refused to leave, wanting to hear what the Three Great Masters of the Courtyard had to say.
