Chapter 879

Great Qian Changancheng, a remote street.

An old man with gray hair, looking about seventy, was carrying a shoulder pole full of green vegetables, wearing a pair of old cloth shoes, and heading toward Zhu Que Street.

The old man's surname was Chu, named Sheng, living in a village near Changancheng. His wife died early, and he had two sons, both of whom had families. But the wages were only enough for food and clothing, so where could they take care of him?

Therefore, Old Man Chu planted some vegetables himself and made a living by selling vegetables.

Old Man Chu was hunched over, his pace was extremely slow. Obviously, carrying these vegetables to sell for money at such an age was very strenuous for him.

Suddenly.

His feet slipped, and he felt his center of gravity unstable. Coupled with two baskets full of green vegetables, he fell flat on his back.

"Hiss!"

Old Man Chu gasped in pain.

He fell to the ground, clutching his waist, feeling as if it had split open. A sharp pain made his face change.

People are old, and all organs are degenerating. If this were a prime of life, this fall wouldn't be anything, but he was seventy this year, and this sudden fall was very serious.

Old Man Chu felt as if one of his bones had broken, and his whole body was in severe pain!

How much medical expenses would this be?

Thinking of his son, who was like a muffled gourd, and his fierce daughter-in-law, Old Man Chu felt worried.