Inside, the house was filled with smoke.
Under the gaze of Chu Heng and others, Uncle Yi smoked cigarettes one after another, his face full of tangles. No matter how Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong urged him, he remained silent.
He knows that he is now deciding the life and death of Mrs. Jia, so how can he dare to express his position easily?
So I waited for a while.
Even Aunt Yi couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but say: "I said Lao Yi, what do you mean? Say something quickly."
"I..."
Uncle Yi opened his mouth, put out half of the cigarette in his hand, looked up at Chu Heng, and said in a deep voice: "Hengzi, do you think Sister-in-law Jia will be fine if the status quo is maintained? "
"There is not much hope." Chu Heng shook his head and said truthfully: "The doctor said that the poison gas has hit her brain now, and there is a high probability that she will not wake up, and even if she does, she will not wake up. If you come here, you will basically be a fool, and you may even be paralyzed. If this is the case, to be honest, considering the situation of the Jia family, it would be worse than death!"
"In this case..." Uncle Yi said again. After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded and said: "Then I agree!"
"You should have agreed a long time ago. You are going to die anyway, so you might as well give it a try."
Xu Damao, who had been impatient for a long time, rolled his eyes. He had always been aloof and he really didn't take Mrs. Jia's life or death seriously. If Chu Heng hadn't come looking for her, he wouldn't have brought her here. With this skill Instead of worrying about ruining the old lady, you might as well play with his little lover!
"Hey." Uncle Yi sighed, then stood up, dug out the gong with a thick layer of dust from under the bed, and walked out: "Let's go, have a meeting!"
After several people filed into the courtyard with him, the old man rang the gong vigorously.
“Dang, Dang, Dang!”
As a familiar sound of gongs sounded, the young and old in the courtyard put down what they were doing and rushed towards the middle courtyard, especially Aunt Li and a few others. The aunts who knew the inside story were even more anxious.
Not long after.
The residents of the front, middle and back courtyards all gathered together. Even the deaf old lady with limited leg and leg conditions was helped out by Qin Jingru, and the three little ones followed them step by step.
Xiao Ni didn't come, she had to look after the children in the house, and it was the same with or without her, it didn't matter whether she came or not.
“Ouch, you came out too!”
Chu Heng saw the old lady coming and hurried over to help her.
"It's such a big event, why don't I come?" The deaf old lady smiled and grabbed his arm.
"Old lady, sit down."
Silly Zhu took out a chair from home and ran over.
At this time, a neighbor asked with a smile: "Hey, I haven't heard you playing the gong for so long. I'm quite uncomfortable hearing it. Uncle Yi, what's going on today? Why don't you knock the gong?" Take it out?”
“Yes, what’s so urgent? I haven’t finished the meal yet.”
"That's right, come on, Uncle Yi, I'm still stewing meat on the stove!"
Others were also busy urging. At this time, they had just gotten off work and were cooking.
"Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment." Uncle Yi raised his hand with a solemn expression, asking everyone to quiet down. After looking at Chu Heng again, he said loudly: "I'm not going to be a sideshow when I sound the gong today. , It’s about Mrs. Jia.”
“I think everyone has heard about it, Heng. The old man specially invited the imperial doctor to treat Sister-in-law Jia..."
After the old man gave a general description of Mrs. Jia's condition, he then said: "The imperial doctor's treatment methods are somewhat... Danger, if you succeed, you will live, if not, you will die, and the success rate is only 50%! ”
"You all know the situation of the Jia family. Only Banggeng and his brother and sister are left, and they can't make the decision at all." "And for such a big matter, we didn't dare to make any arbitrary decisions, so we called the big guys. Come here and add up together.”
When he finished speaking, the yard immediately became chaotic. Everyone was whispering to each other and expressing their opinions. Some people agreed and thought it would be better to give it a try. Some people objected and wanted to be stable. For a while, it seemed like a mess. There are tens of millions of flies flying around in the courtyard.
This went on for a while.
Seeing that they were arguing endlessly, the deaf old lady couldn't help but stand up. With the support of Chu Heng and Silly Zhu, she walked to Uncle Yi, frowned and shouted: "Stop arguing!"
When the neighbors saw this, they all shut up and looked at the old lady, curious about what she was going to say.
"Listen to me, let the imperial doctor treat Jia Zhang." The old lady was the one who saw the most thoroughly. She glanced at the people in the hospital and said with a smile: "This old lady Well said, there is no filial son in bed for a long time. She, Jia Zhang, will have to lie in bed for the rest of her life. She can't see anything now, but after a long time, who will be willing to go? "
“You? You? Or You?" She pointed at Aunt Li and the others with her walking stick, and said with a curl of her lips: "Even my own son and dear daughter will wish she would die soon!"
"I see. , it’s better to take a gamble and save her. If it doesn’t work, her life will be bad, and she won’t cause trouble to everyone.”
“The old lady is right, and so am I. Think about it.”
Yan Bugui stood up with a smile at this time and said: "I don't think it's better than this. Don't argue, everyone. Let's vote by a show of hands. The minority obeys the majority."
"Now, let the imperial doctor see the doctor as well. Raise your hands."
As he spoke, he raised his hands high first, followed by the old lady.
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Yi and Uncle Liu, who had long been discussed, also raised their hands.
When the neighbors saw these prestigious people, they all raised their hands, and many people raised their arms. Soon, the majority of the people agreed, nearly three-quarters.
When Uncle Yi saw this, he sighed in his heart and said loudly: "Okay, since most people agree, let Lao Yan write a consent form, and then everyone will put their thumbprints together."
… …
While the courtyard was worrying about Mrs. Jia, He Zishi was also busy here.
In the police station office.
He Zishi leaned on his seat with a tired look on his face, holding a cup of boiled water in one hand and pinching his brother's wotou in one hand. While eating one bite at a time, he was still thinking about his dog-headed man. The military advisor gave him a plan.
"Dong dong dong!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a male police officer in his thirties walked in holding a piece of manuscript paper.
He Zishi hurriedly swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth and asked: "How is it?"
"It's done!"
The man smiled and handed the manuscript paper to him, Above it are three fingerprints copied with a pen: "These are Qin Huairu's fingerprints."
"Can't be mistaken?" He Zishi asked worriedly.
"It's true. She goes to the street office every month to get tickets with her fingerprints. I compared her fingerprints with those from previous years, and there's no problem." The man said, patting his chest.
"That's it, let's go!"
He Zishi carefully stuffed the manuscript paper into a document bag, stood up excitedly, and led the man out of the office.