Start the liver experience with push-ups

“Overtime on the weekend, taking a compensatory day off today.”

Fang Cheng took the mop, vigorously mopping the floor while explaining:

“I know my mom hasn't been eating well again, so I specifically came to supervise.”

Li Bi-yun looked at her son's unusually energetic demeanor, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifting.

Yet she still habitually muttered a few words:

“When you have a holiday, just sleep in at home. It's such a long trip, the round trip by car takes two hours, aren't you tired?”

“Besides, the hospital cafeteria is always open in the afternoon…”

“Those fast foods are expensive and unappetizing, not as good as what I make.”

Fang Cheng, skilled in cleaning, finished mopping the floor quickly.

Afterward, he pulled Li Bi-yun to sit on a chair in the patient waiting area, uncovering the lids of the insulated lunch boxes one by one.

Today's meal consisted of three dishes and a soup.

Lotus root and pork rib soup, pan-fried small yellow croaker, fresh mushroom and vegetable heart, and fried spring rolls.

“Come on, try your son's cooking skills.”

Seeing these carefully prepared dishes, the fine crow's feet at the corners of Li Bi-yun's eyes smoothed out, seemingly turning into blooming flowers in her smile.

“My Cheng-cheng has really grown up, he knows how to care for Mom now…”

Fang Cheng knew that these were all dishes his mother loved to eat.

Watching her pick up chopsticks and put a piece of fish into her mouth, he couldn't help but ask expectantly:

“How is it, any improvement?”

Li Bi-yun nodded her chin, carefully savoring it:

“The fish is pan-fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the broth is flavorful, almost catching up to your mom's level.”

“Really?”

“Really, when has Mom ever lied to you.”

Li Bi-yun wiped the corner of her eye, gently patting her son's arm: “I can't eat so much food, quickly sit down and eat together.”

Fang Cheng shook his head:

“I came after eating lunch, if there's too much, you can save it for tonight, reheat it in the microwave at the nurses' station.”

Afterward, he didn't continue speaking, just quietly watching his mother eat slowly and deliberately.

A pointed chin, gaunt cheeks.

When she was young, she must have been even more beautiful than those celebrities, but the hardships of life have made her, barely over forty, seem overly haggard.

Because her grandfather suffered from stomach cancer, with long-term vomiting and pain, and lacked medical care in the countryside.

His mother used her convenience as a caregiver to arrange a bed through connections, allowing her grandfather to be admitted to the hospital for treatment smoothly.

Moreover, in order to take care of the elderly and try not to delay work.

Plating the bowls, chopsticks, dishes, and shadows with a golden edge.

Looking at his mother's long-lost smile, Fang Cheng felt as if the string that had been taut in his body for several days had also been smoothed out.

When she swallowed the last mouthful of rice, he continued to ask:

“Mom, how is Grandpa doing now?”

Li Bi-yun's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened upon hearing this, she replied softly:

“He still has tubes inserted, the doctor said he needs to rest for two months before he can try the next treatment plan.”

Fang Cheng nodded.

Previously, Grandpa had already undergone radiotherapy and lesion removal surgery continuously, but it wasn't very successful.

He stayed in the ICU intensive care unit for a week before being out of danger, and was just transferred to a regular ward three days ago.

Li Bi-yun packed up the leftovers, covered the lunch box, and then said:

“Your uncle just went downstairs to pay the fees, he said that the money is considered a loan from him, and he will pay you back later.”

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, and immediately refused:

“We're all family, why be so polite, am I not Grandpa's relative?”

Li Bi-yun opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

At this moment, a shout of “Auntie Li” came from the nurses' station.

Li Bi-yun quickly responded and got up, instructing her son to go see Grandpa alone first.

Then she quickly left, throwing herself into new work.

Looking at his mother's back, Fang Cheng also stood up and walked alone towards the ward where his grandfather was.

The door was ajar.

Inside, he saw the beeping monitoring equipment and an old man with a drainage tube and respirator.

There should be another patient inside, separated by a blue curtain, he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, only hearing slight moans.

Fang Cheng sat down on the chair in front of the bed, looking at the sleeping old man.

Grandpa had lost a lot of hair, and his face was so thin that it was almost skin and bones, obviously tormented by the disease.

Looking at his current weak appearance, Fang Cheng felt heavy-hearted, and couldn't help but recall those beautiful times when he lived in the countryside during summer vacations as a child.

Grandpa and Grandma only had one son and one daughter.

His uncle was a rascal when he was young, and he hasn't started a family even at over forty.

Most of the burden of the family falls on his mother, the eldest daughter.

Fang Cheng knew what his mother was worried about.

The surgical expenses raised earlier had almost emptied the family's savings.

The next two months of hospitalization fees, plus the cost of further surgery and chemotherapy later.

For this family, which was already not wealthy, it was even worse.

What's more, Grandpa has a rural household registration, and the reimbursement ratio is far less than that of urban employees.

Although no one gave Fang Cheng any pressure.

But in fact, this burden also falls on him, the only grandson.

Fang Cheng pursed his lips tightly, secretly planning.

He must find a way to earn some extra money.

He can't take out a lot of money, but at least he has to help his mother share some of the pressure.

“A-Cheng, you're here too?”

Just as he was thinking, with a creak, the ward door was pushed open again.

A slightly unruly voice then sounded.

Fang Cheng looked back.

He saw a middle-aged man wearing a popular young man's flight leather jacket, with a mustache on his upper lip, walking in.

His thin, sallow face showed some fatigue, and he could smell the strong smell of smoke from him even two meters away.

“Uncle.”

Fang Cheng immediately stood up and greeted him.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and to avoid disturbing Grandpa's rest, they went out to talk.

At the end of the corridor, the patients' washed clothes and underwear swayed in the wind.

Uncle took out a cigarette case, flicked out a cigarette and handed it to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng shook his hand and refused.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, he casually chatted with him about family matters and Grandpa's condition.

Behind the inpatient department is the famous tourist scenic area of ​​West Mountain in Dongdu.

From here, you can see the dark mountains and forests.

Under the clear blue sky, flocks of birds flew up.

There was also a black spot that seemed to be a helicopter moving slowly.

According to news reports, the city's archaeological team is excavating the underground palace ruins of a thousand-year-old ancient temple, and valuable cultural relics are constantly being unearthed.

The two of them talked to each other without a word.

Suddenly, a slightly muffled beeping sound rang out.

Fang Cheng immediately reached into his bag.

But he saw that his uncle almost simultaneously took out a small mobile phone from his pocket.

“I told you it wasn't me, can't you understand human language?”

“Let me tell you, I'm in a gang, a random phone call will have dozens of younger brothers waiting, if you dare to make harassing calls again, I'll find someone to chop you up!”

Uncle raised his eyebrows, spat, and scolded the phone's microphone.

Then he hung up the phone, saw Fang Cheng looking at him in surprise, and then smiled and explained:

“A friend gave it to me, business is relatively busy, it's more convenient to use this thing to contact.”

His eyes turned, glimpsing the same style of mobile phone in Fang Cheng's hand, so he said:

“I heard from my sister that you rented a mobile phone, add a number?”

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement, added each other's contact information, and then asked:

“Uncle, you've been running around outside recently, have you raised enough for the surgery?”

As soon as these words came out, his uncle's face instantly became very ugly, and he muttered in a low voice.

Saying something like “ungrateful brat”, “heartless white-eyed wolf” and other cursing words.

Obviously, progress was not ideal.

Fang Cheng sighed secretly.

However, he didn't have much hope in the first place.

Fang Cheng has always held a disdainful attitude towards this elder who is only twenty years older than him.

Uncle's name is Li Dingjian, don't look at his tall and thin figure, his appearance is quite good.

His greatest skill is relying on his glib tongue, being cunning and slippery, and cheating and deceiving.

Six years ago, he said he was determined to become stronger and ran to the southern border to do business, but he came back limping, and spent several years recovering from his injuries.

Now he is still idle all day long, reduced to the point of living off his old aunt.

“Phew…”

Li Dingjian exhaled a long smoke ring, his eyes looking out the window showing a slight decadence, as if he was reminiscing about the glorious years of the past.

“It would be great if your father was still here, who wouldn't call me 'Master Jian'?”

“As for you, you can still be a young master, playing with girl groups and celebrities…”

Fang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, not interested in talking about this topic.

Li Dingjian didn't say any more, extinguished the remaining cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Then he moved his arms, showing a revitalized look.

“A-Cheng, you don't have to worry about the money, I've already found a benefactor to help.”

“That's good.”

Fang Cheng didn't ask any further questions.

Although his uncle likes to take crooked paths, he has been dealing with people from all walks of life for many years, and his connections are relatively wide.

Perhaps he hooked up with some rich woman and could really borrow a large sum of money, it's not impossible.

Just as the two were preparing to return to the ward to take care of their grandfather.

Suddenly, a group of people's voices, like broken gongs, rang out, passing through the corridor and into their ears.

“Damn it, I remembered the wrong address, no wonder I couldn't find that brat!”

“Yingjun, go and ask the nurse lady, be polite when you speak.”

“Okay, bro.”

Fang Cheng looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw three slightly familiar figures turning out of the elevator room and walking towards the nurses' station.

Dressed like spirited young men, it was the same group of guys who seemed to be gang members.

“Damn, these guys are like dogs…”

Li Dingjian whispered when he saw this, and instantly turned his head away.