Chapter 419

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Zhanggen's vision went black, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Li Xiulan's face instantly turned pale with shock.

She hurried over to support him.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Li Xiulan shook Wang Zhanggen's arm in a panic, but Wang Zhanggen didn't move at all.

Moreover, Li Xiulan could feel a chill emanating from his arm.

"I told you not to speak, why did you insist on continuing? How are you just like your dad, both so stubborn!"

Li Xiulan turned back and complained to Wang Xiaohua.

Wang Xiaohua was completely stunned and dazed; his head buzzed, and his mind went blank.

"Don't just stand there, hurry inside and get my mobile phone to call the emergency number!"

Li Xiulan urged hurriedly.

Only then did Wang Xiaohua snap back from his chaotic bewilderment, and he hurriedly jogged into the house to find his mother's mobile phone.

He searched helplessly, rummaging through the table, rummaging through the chairs, rummaging through the messy bedside cabinet; in his panicked mind, only one sound now reverberated:

"How are you just like your dad, both so stubborn!"

Yeah, how could he be so stubborn!

He originally didn't need to say it; he should have known when to stop; no matter what, that was his biological father.

But when anger clouded his mind, he, who had always been rational and restrained, completely turned into a beast escaped from its cage.

Doing what he wanted to do without regard for consequences.

His behavior completely dominated by anger.

The most fatal thing was, when doing such a thing, he still couldn't realize his own mistake at all.

This temperament of letting emotions dictate behavior is really almost exactly the same as his biological father.

Could it be that this is inheritance engraved in the genes?

He disliked, even despised his biological father so much; he had always tried so hard to rid himself of his father's influence on how he conducted himself and handled affairs, but ultimately he still couldn't escape the shackles of genetics.

Is this what they call fate?

Wang Xiaohua was still searching frantically for the phone.

Li Xiulan's urging voice came from outside the house:

"Have you found it yet?"

"It should be on the bedside cabinet; if not, look on the bed!"

Wang Xiaohua searched frantically on the bed but couldn't find it all along.

"No!"

Li Xiulan hurriedly jogged in.

But right away, she found her mobile phone under the pillow:

"You're just like your dad, told to find something and you search for half a day and can't find it!"

The sound pierced Wang Xiaohua's ears; the speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener felt as if a boulder had been dropped into the center of a lake, sending out ripples — no, those weren't ripples, they were huge waves.

At that moment, all of Wang Xiaohua's self-righteousness, all his haughtiness, all his self-perceived extraordinariness, completely collapsed.

He is that old man's seed; he is destined to have similarities with him in certain aspects.

Li Xiulan took the phone and was about to dial 120 for an ambulance.

But just as she entered the number, before it could connect, she stopped her action.

She looked at Wang Xiaohua:

"Can you ride a motorcycle? Why don't you carry your dad to the Town Health Center? Calling 120 not only costs a lot of money, but the ambulance's round trip would probably take longer than us sending him directly!"

Last time Wang Zhanggen fainted, calling 120 wasn't very fast either, and they still had to give red envelopes to the 120 medical staff, spending quite a bit of money.

Li Xiulan didn't want to spend that wasted money; she had saved all her life, saving was already engraved in her bones, so even when such a big thing happened now, her first reaction was still to save if she could.

This is the hardship of life, the thing engraved in her bones.

This is even more stubborn than genetic inheritance.

"I've watched others drive, know roughly how, but never driven one myself……"

Wang Xiaohua said truthfully.

"Then hurry and try your dad's motorcycle, see if you can ride it, hurry up, don't dawdle! Saving a life is urgent!"

Li Xiulan urged hurriedly.

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Xiaohua agreed hurriedly.

Wang Zhanggen's motorcycle was placed in the courtyard.

It was a Jialing brand motorcycle, bought many years ago, dilapidated like scrap.

But all its functions were still intact; this brand of motorcycle has one major feature: it's durable.

Wang Xiaohua went inside to get the motorcycle keys, inserted them into the keyhole on the front of the bike, then straddled the motorcycle, preparing to kick-start it.

At his height of 1.6 meters, riding such a heavy motorcycle, to tell the truth, even if he were a motorcycle veteran, he probably wouldn't be able to control it freely.

This motorcycle has no electric starter; to start it, you have to rely on kicking with your foot.

Wang Xiaohua laboriously gripped the motorcycle's two handlebars, one foot straining to prop up on tiptoe, the other straining even more to kick the kickstarter.

The first kick, it didn't catch.

The second kick, still didn't catch.

The third kick, the fourth kick, the fifth kick...

He kicked a good many times in a row.

Li Xiulan watched him struggling so hard, the motorcycle still not making a peep.

She was about to give up.

At this moment, Wang Xiaohua finally kicked the motorcycle to life.

The motorcycle emitted a "putt-putt-putt" engine sound.

Li Xiulan hurriedly carried Wang Zhanggen on her back, came to the motorcycle's side, maneuvered the unconscious Wang Zhanggen onto the motorcycle, sandwiched Wang Zhanggen between the two of them, and she sat at the very back.

Then she had Wang Xiaohua drive the motorcycle to the Town Health Center.

Wang Xiaohua's inner heart had never been this panicked before.

He drove the motorcycle with a pounding heart and trembling hands, carefully and cautiously.

If he still retained a shred of reason in his inner heart, he absolutely would not have agreed to his mother driving the motorcycle to send Wang Zhanggen to the hospital; as long as he still had a shred of reason, he would have chosen to call emergency services and let an ambulance come pick them up.

The highway from Shangou Village to Town, although already paved and no longer the yellow mud road of the past, winds with seven turns and eight bends; he, a pure novice driving a motorcycle for the first time, carrying his parents on such a road, if by any chance he wasn't careful, the motorcycle lost control, rushed off the highway, and fell into the mountain gully, then he and his parents would likely all meet their end on the Road to Huangquan.

It's just a pity he had already been scared senseless by the sudden scene before his eyes.

The sense of self-blame in his inner heart stopped his thinking.

Making him only want to hurry and send his father to the hospital.

So he not only failed to consider the consequences, but also desperately twisted the accelerator, speeding forward.

"Left clutch, right hand brake, right foot brake..."

Wang Xiaohua silently recited in his heart.

To let himself remember the important functions of each position.

He wasn't too used to the foot brake; without looking down, he simply couldn't reach the foot brake pedal, because his feet were too short.

So along the whole way, he basically only used the hand brake.

Fortunately it was a smooth journey all the way, encountering no sudden situations; otherwise the consequences would truly be unthinkable.

In under twenty minutes, Wang Xiaohua finally delivered his father to the Town Health Center.

The Health Center's emergency doctor gave Wang Zhanggen a simple processing.

Then came over and said to Wang Xiaohua and Li Xiulan:

"The patient's condition isn't good; we can't handle it here, suggest transferring to the County Hospital inside for treatment."

Li Xiulan's inner heart had some resistance; her mouth's first reaction was:

"How much money would that cost..."

Her heart was incomparably bleak; compared to Wang Zhanggen's life or death, she seemed to care more about another matter:

With this heart-wrenching incident, the building at home that was just built will probably end up unfinished again.

This, could it be fate?