I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 432 - 178: Mom, I Don’t Blame You for Being Biased (Part 2)

Chapter 432: Chapter 178: Mom, I Don’t Blame You for Being Biased (Part 2)

If you think about it overall, the current situation is actually the most favorable for him.

Zhang Jiwei might have realized this too, and his tone softened a lot: "That person won’t personally come to trouble you, but someone else will definitely scold you a bit. Anyway, you’ll just have to bear it, a couple of harsh words and it’ll be over."

"But how aggrieved we are!" Zheng Xianjue looked dejected. It’s not his fault that he couldn’t save the person!

Ji Huan’s condition is so severe that even going to the province might not work.

It’s just that he’s having a run of bad luck.

Zhang Jiwei rolled his eyes: "Then why don’t you just go talk to that person directly?"

Zheng Xianjue shrank back: "Let’s forget it, I’m afraid if I go, I won’t come back."

"Then don’t say so much bullshit." Zhang Jiwei slammed the table hard, directly rushing him out.

Zheng Xianjue also knew that since things had come to this point, getting scolded was inevitable, and he might even be punished. The arm can’t twist the thigh, so he shouldn’t worry too much. Whatever happens, happens.

When Zheng Xianjue left, Zhang Jiwei also rubbed his head.

His brain hurt.

Zheng Xianjue was worried about getting criticized; wasn’t he the same?

The day before yesterday, he had gone to see that person in health, got scolded harshly, and after a while, he would have to go with them to see Ji Huan. Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.

...

Fan Qiyun returned home somewhat out of her wits, she didn’t have the leisure to do anything, and after changing her clothes, she went straight to bed, thinking that she really hadn’t rested well. She might as well take a good rest at home during this time.

Besides, she was troubled by family matters all night yesterday and indeed didn’t sleep well.

However, after lying in bed for a long time, rather than getting sleepy, Fan Qiyun became more and more awake, increasingly troubled, especially when she thought about not being able to go to work during this period, and all those annoying family matters. Zhang Jiwei’s words kept ringing in her mind.

She wondered if she really had been too soft on her family over the years, which led to her current troubles, even forcing herself into a dead-end.

She’s already thirty-seven and still single.

It’s not that she didn’t want to have a passionate love affair, but due to family reasons, she didn’t have the time or energy.

These past few days, whenever she saw a call from her parents, she thought about getting a new phone number, selling this house, finding a small apartment in a place with no one, and living out her life quietly, all alone.

But life is just like this; the more you don’t want something to happen, the more it comes rushing in, leaving no time for you to react.

As Fan Qiyun was thinking about how to face her parents’ exploitation, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang, startling her.

Fan Qiyun didn’t dare to check who was calling, but thinking it might be the director asking her to work, or the hospital needing her help, she still picked up the phone to take a look. But when she saw it was a call from her mother, she was struck as if by lightning, sitting there stiffly, at a loss.

Answer it or not?

In her mind, Fan Qiyun struggled for a while, but ultimately, she still answered her mother’s call. Even though she already knew what the other party wanted to say, what they wanted from her, and it wasn’t the first or second time, she still couldn’t hurt the mother who raised her.

"Fan Qiyun, you still remember how to answer the phone, huh?"

As soon as the call connected, a roar came through the line. Even over the phone, Fan Qiyun could imagine the other end—a furious "tiger", glaring as if ready to pounce on her prey.

And she was the delicious, soon-to-be-devoured lamb.

"I’m a doctor, I have my own job. I’m not your secretary, and I don’t have the time to constantly answer your calls." Fan Qiyun tried her best to explain.

But her mom obviously wouldn’t consider Fan Qiyun’s difficulties, although her tone softened slightly: "Did you find a way for what I talked to you about the day before yesterday? Your brother is getting married, and he needs a lot of money, plus a new house needs to be bought."

Hearing her mom mention her good-for-nothing brother who would only drain her dry, Fan Qiyun felt an inexplicable annoyance, wishing she could just hang up and ignore this family.

Her brother was hopeless, constantly asking her, the older sister, for money. She paid for his school, his living and tuition fees, not missing a single cent.

When he started working, he wanted a car, and she paid for it too.

Even his job was found through her connections, but that good-for-nothing brother found it too tiring and quit after a couple of days. For the past few years since graduating, he’s been practically unemployed, and she couldn’t understand what his girlfriend saw in him.

Why marry such a bum?

Does she fancy his laziness, his joblessness?

Or because he’s just a mama’s boy?

But soon, Fan Qiyun seemed to find the reason.

He had an older sister working as a deputy director in the respiratory department at City First Hospital. This was his confidence to boast outside, and because of this identity, who knows how many troublesome things it brought her over the years.

Though she eventually sorted everything out, it cost both money and a great deal of effort, making Fan Qiyun feel intensely conflicted.

Now it was worse. He was getting married, and she had to pay for the dowry, buy a house...

Fan Qiyun even suspected that she wasn’t a doctor but an ATM for her family, an ATM for her brother, ready to dispense money whenever they shouted.

Between the dowry and the house, and with Yong City being what it was, even if the house was only for a down payment, it’d cost at least five or six hundred thousand yuan. And her brother was definitely not someone who’d buy a small apartment, a million might not even cover it.

Having been sucked dry by this family for so many years, even her mortgage could only be paid with her provident fund, where would she find spare cash?

"I have no money. Your brother’s wedding dowry and house, let him figure it out himself. If he doesn’t have the money, then he shouldn’t get married." For the first time, Fan Qiyun refused so directly, feeling both a little stirred yet helpless.

She really was broke.

But if she had money?

Would she refuse, or would she think about her family’s feelings and give them all the money?

Fan Qiyun didn’t know.

And upon hearing this, her mother’s previously gentle tone instantly changed, roaring like a furious lion: "Fan Qiyun, what do you mean? Are you saying you won’t give any money for your brother’s wedding? Do you even consider us family? Do you care about your brother at all? All these years, how did I not see you were such an ungrateful person?"

Indeed.

Fan Qiyun had long anticipated her mom’s reaction to her words; every time she refused, her mom would resort to this consistently effective tactic. But this time, Fan Qiyun didn’t compromise; instead, she resignedly said:

"I really don’t have money, I paid the down payments for two houses, and I’m just a deputy director. After living expenses, I’m scraping by, I can’t even afford to buy a lipstick every month, where would I have money?"

"Mom, I don’t blame you for being biased."

"I won’t complain about you favoring boys over girls, after all, you did raise me for so many years. As long as I can give it, I surely will. But I truly don’t have money now; if I did, I wouldn’t say these things."

"You’re a deputy director in the respiratory department, and you claim you don’t have money? Who would believe that?" her mom smirked, clearly not buying Fan Qiyun’s words.

Having said that, her mom didn’t stop but instead intensified her words: "Fan Qiyun, think carefully. From childhood to adulthood, how much money and effort did your dad and I spend on you? Now I’m asking for a little money for your brother’s wedding, and you won’t give a cent. How did I raise someone as ungrateful as you?"

"I should’ve just thrown you away to begin with."