A Benign Father Was Like a Mountain
A Benign Father Was Like a Mountain
Nothing happened overnight.
The next morning, there was crying in the village. Someone had died during the night.
When Wang Yao went down to his house, he heard the news. The specific situation was unknown.
He did not think it was Uncle Yifu. When he saw him the previous night, he did not find any signs of death. Although he was drunk and his organs were damaged, he had not reached the point of crisis.
"Is it Uncle Yifu?" Wang Yao asked.
"No, it is Wang Jianrong, the brother of the village party secretary," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Ah. He didn't look like something was going wrong with him," Wang Yao said. "What happened?"
"They drank together," Wang Fenghua said.
"How do you know?" Wang Yao asked.
"They asked me to go with them, but I didn't go. They were good drinkers, and they were good at persuading others to drink too much. If I went, I'd get drunk," Wang Fenghua said.
"Fortunately, you didn't go. Now, there are joint responsibilities. If one person is drunk, the rest of the people by the table should take responsibility," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Hey, just after the Spring Festival had passed, it happened in the village," Wang Fenghua said, "Many families could not settle it down."
It was said that alcohol led to mistakes. This was not just a mistake. It was an accident. When a man died, the whole family could collapse. He was equivalent to the home's pillars.
"You'd better not join in on such a party." Zhang Xiuying still did not feel relieved.
"Got it," Wang Fenghua said.
After breakfast, Wang Yao went to the clinic. It was around 10 a.m. when a young man came in. He was around Wang Yao's age. His face was pale, and his steps were faint. He spoke with no power. He said he felt tinnitus and faint.
"Stick out your tongue and let me check," Wang Yao said.
The young man stuck out his tongue. His mouth gave off a unique smell, similar to ammonia.
"What have you done in the New Year?" Wang Yao asked.
"There was nothing special. Relatives and friends gathered to eat and drink," the young man said.
"Tell me the truth." Wang Yao stared into his eyes.
"Why would I lie to you?" the young man asked.
This young man was not usually in the village. He worked in the county town, so he had bought a house there. If his parents had not urged him, he would not have come to see a doctor.
He was the same age as Wang Yao and had graduated from a famous university while Wang Yao had opened a clinic in a mountain village. The young man thought he must be useless. Who would want to stay in the mountain village if they had some abilities? Everyone went to the city. He had originally studied biology but switched to a new profession. He somewhat looked down on Wang Yao.
In this society, some people were interesting. They were poor but still looked down on the rich. They felt that they were taking advantage of the opportunity. If they encountered opportunities, they would earn more than others. They looked down on those with high academic qualifications because they thought they were just bookworms. In society, they were like a Mr. Nobody.
Wang Yao laughed. "Go back."
The man thought Wang Yao was impolite. Go back? "Hey?" The young man was stunned.
Suddenly, the outside door opened. A middle-aged woman came into the clinic.
"Hey," Wang Yao said.
"Xiao Yao, what's wrong with Xiao Kun?" This woman was the young man's mother.
"Mom, why did you come here?" The young man was very respectful when his mother entered.
"Hey, he doesn't have to see a doctor," Wang Yao said. "Let him go back."
"Why?" The woman shouted. She turned her head and stared at her son. "Did you misbehave again?"
"No, I didn't!" The young man was not quite as impolite as before.
"Go back now!" The woman screamed. The young man left. "Xiao Yao, how is Xiao Kun doing?"
"Too much sex," Wang Yao said.
"Ah?" The woman was shocked. She felt strange hearing the words, but it didn't seem it could possibly describe her son.
"What do you think? Does Xiao Kun have a girlfriend?" the woman asked.
"Ah, probably, and there is something else," Wang Yao said.
"Bad boy!" The woman's face became angrier. "What else?"
"He also drinks a lot," Wang Yao said.
"Drinking, um, I have to go back and talk to him. Don't be like Wang Jianrong," she said.
She began to talk to Wang Yao about Wang Jianrong, who had died from drinking. She vividly told him all the details. It was as if she was at the scene when it happened.
Wang Jianrong, who died, had drunk a lot of wine with several villagers the previous night. When he went to go home, he did not show any unusual signs. He just got wild with wine. When he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he fell in the yard, but he didn't get up again. His wife was angry, so she had slept in another room. She didn't pay any attention. In the morning, she found him in the yard. The man's body was already cold.
Wang Yao guessed the cause of the villager's death. It was estimated to be excessive drinking and brain congestion or infraction of the heart caused by the fall.
"Hey, Xiao Yao, will you still be here in the afternoon?" the woman asked.
"Ah, I will," Wang Yao said.
"I will come with Xiao Kun again in the afternoon," she said.
"OK," Wang Yao said.
"Please forgive him. Sometimes he talks impolitely, but he is still a good boy," the woman said.
"Ah, it's OK," Wang Yao said with a smile. If a child listened to his parents, the child would be good.
The woman left with a smile.
Wang Yao smiled and shook his head. The young man was interesting. He spoke impolitely outside but was totally different from when he saw his mother.
The woman returned home. Her son was well-behaved at home. He was even busy with housework.
"Today you changed. I know you like to drink. Let's talk about why you have a girlfriend outside." The woman's face was serious.
"Who? Who has a girlfriend? My boy? Good!" The young man's father and rushed into the room.
"You shut up!" The woman glanced at her husband.
"Mom, I don't," her son said.
"Tell the truth," she said.
"I have one," the son said.
Under the gaze of his mother's care, he told her everything.
"Where does she live? Is she beautiful? Do you have photos?" His father was happy.
"Comrade Senior Wang, it's noon. It's time to eat," the woman said.
"No problem, I will cook today. Tell me what you want to eat."
Meanwhile, Wang Zecheng was still feeling weird. He had hurt himself three times the previous day. When he brushed his teeth in the morning, he had a toothache, and it was bleeding. When he got up, he ate a bowl of noodles. He felt uncomfortable. He went to the toilet four times in the morning. Now, he had almost fainted.
"Listen to me, go see Wang Yao," his wife said.
"Nope," Wang Zecheng said.
"Fine, you can just continue to suffer," his wife said.
The door opened with a creaking sound.
"Where are you going?" Wang Zecheng asked as he saw his father go out.
"I'm going out to stroll about," the old man said.
"Dad, don't go out before dinner," his daughter-in-law said.
"I will be back soon," the old man said.
The old man unsteadily walked out of the door. He headed toward Wang Yao's clinic. On the way, he met Wang Yao, who had just come out of the clinic to go home for lunch. "Xiao Yao."
"Uncle, what's up?" Wang Yao hurriedly asked.
"Oh, there is something," the old man said.
"Do you want to go into the room?" Wang Yao asked.
"No, we can just talk here," the old man said. "Zecheng has been in trouble the past two days. I heard from my daughter-in-law that you guessed he would be unlucky these two days."
The son was not filial to him, but he cared very much about his son.
"Don't worry about it," Wang Yao said. "It will be better soon."
"Really?" the old man asked.
"Why would I lie to you?" Wang Yao asked.
"Oh, I am relieved," the old man said.
"As for you, if you are not feeling well, don't go out. You should stay in the house and have a good rest," Wang Yao said.
The old man's body was in an extremely bad condition. If he fell, he might never get up again.