575: C575 One Tear

C575 One Tear

When the passengers saw old ruffian move, they secretly cheered in their hearts!

That old baldy really didn't think that old ruffian would actually attack him just like that, and even hit his head. He immediately became furious. As the saying goes, men don't touch their heads, and women don't hug their waists! What's more, it was also hitting his head. The old baldy roared loudly. He suddenly stood up and was just about to fly into a rage. Right at this moment, Yang Hsingchen took a step forward and raised his hand to slap him. The baldy's mouth immediately started bleeding from the slap.

"You, you..." When he saw that it was an old man who was even older than himself, the old baldy immediately panicked. It wasn't that he respected the old man, but rather that he was rapidly calculating in his heart. If this person pretended to be sick and acted like a hoodlum, he definitely wouldn't be as powerful as him. After all, that person's beard was so long that it reached his chest. Compared to that person, he... That was a strong man! It seemed like there was no way he could be a rascal today!

The main reason why so many old people had become bad was that they had not seriously punished them. It caused some of the old people to always look like the boss, Lao Er, and his third brother. In the first place, they would take advantage of their old age to make a fool of themselves, and then they would do whatever they wanted. Once others were angered, they would return the favor. This was bad. The spirit of being a rascal was immediately shown.

Therefore, when this old baldy saw Yang Hsingchen, who was even older than him, he immediately lost his sense of superiority. He no longer had the right to be a rascal. He could only wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and say in an unconvinced manner. " Old man, if you have something to say, say it. Why are you beating people up?"

"Get lost! If you dare to say another word of nonsense, I'll beat you to death! What? Why are you glaring at me? Are you not convinced? Why don't we have a competition to see who can pretend to be sick?"

" Yes, yes! Sir, we support you. If this old man dares to hit you, you will fall to the ground. You will twitch, and you will spit. Oh, no. Foam foam. Look at how many mines there are in his house! " A young man began to coax excitedly.

When someone started, they immediately followed. A young woman shook her head, "I really don't understand what's going on with the old people in your city. As long as I hear there's a discount in the supermarket... Before she could completely open the door to the supermarket, she crawled on the ground and rushed in. That speed is even faster than us young people."

" At night, the boss looked at the aunties. That dance was so cool and cool. That stereo was so loud that even us young people couldn't stand it. But why did she return to the state of an old man as soon as she got on the bus? "

A young man beside her chuckled." Little Missy, he said. You don't understand this, right? This is called squeezing in a car, Fang Shiyu. Get in the car, Lin Dayu. The supermarket's Compete, Zhang Fei. This bunch of old fogies, they're rotten to the core! "

The old baldy wasn't afraid of angering the public. He was afraid of Yang Hsingchen, who was older than him, and old ruffian, who was in a half-crazy state. He could only helplessly move aside to make way for them. When the car arrived at the station, he angrily got out of the car with his tail between his legs.

"Come, child, sit on it." Yang Hsingchen said to the little boy who was holding the pigeon soup in his arms.

"Grandpa, take a seat. I'll be there next." The little boy shook his head.

"Grandpa doesn't want to sit. Grandpa also needs to go to the next stop. I'll go with you to see your mother. Oh right, grandpa knows a little TCM. Maybe it can help your mother recover quickly."

"Ah? Really, that's great! Thank you, Grandpa!" The little boy bowed in gratitude towards Yang Hsingchen.

"Wow, no wonder this old man is so old and tough. So he's an old TCM doctor. Not only does he have the medical skills to save people, but his moral character is also so noble. Such an old man should be respected! Elder, you can sit here with me!" A middle-aged man stood up and shouted excitedly.

"Right, right, old man, sit here." With a whoosh, seven or eight people stood up.

"No, no, no. Young people like you are tired of working hard for your family and career. You should get in the car and rest for a while. Our old people are fine. Standing and standing is actually training our body. " Yang Hsingchen held back his laughter and said.

"Wow, so old men also have good people! Quick, take a photo and upload it to the Internet. Such positive energy needs to be liked!" Someone excitedly took out his phone.

"Tsk, friend, I have already uploaded everything that happened just now. When you upload it, there will be a hundred replies to this post. Wow, in the blink of an eye, there are over a thousand replies. " A girl stared at her phone and smiled excitedly. Her thumb quickly touched the screen of her phone. She continued to interact with the netizens.

"Damn kid, I found that this phone on Earth is really fun. When we get off the car later, you can buy one for Master Loong as well. I'll also start a live broadcast. Who knows, I might even meet a beauty! " old ruffian's eyes darted around as he spoke while drooling.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Aiya, he, a man in his fifties or sixties, actually called an old man at least eighty years old a kid. Is there something wrong with this old man's spirit? Sir, is this old man your son? Is there something wrong with him here?" A young man asked curiously.

Yang Hsingchen held back his laughter and nodded, "Yes, yes. He is my son, because he didn't learn well when he was young. He peeked at the girl bathing and got beaten up by her father into a serious concussion. That's why he was muddle-headed for a while before he woke up. "

"The heavenly thunder is rolling! The heavens are killing me. You, Master Loong, have lived for more than a hundred million years, and you want me to be your son? F * ck! A concussion? You're the one suffering from a concussion. Your whole family is suffering from a concussion!"

" Look, it's acting up now, silly son. We're at the station. Get out of the car. " Yang Hsingchen said to old ruffian with a smile. He then pulled the little boy's hand and got out of the car first. old ruffian followed behind and kept nagging.

"Mom!" In the hospital, the little boy pushed open a ward and shouted to a woman in her 30s, whose face was very pale.

"Xiao Qiang, you're here?" The woman forced a smile at the little boy.

"Mom, I made a pot of pigeon soup for you. The teacher said you'll get better faster after eating the pigeon soup." The little boy opened the pot as he spoke.

At this moment, the nurse who was busy in front of the hospital bed said to the little boy, "Xiao Qiang, your mother's wound is inflamed, and we found out... Your mother contracted a mutated malignant tumor, and now there's a tumor in her body again. You should ask your adult to come over quickly. "

"Sister Nurse, my father and grandparents were no longer around in a car accident. There are no adults in my family anymore. Don't worry, my mom will be fine as long as she drinks my pigeon soup. "2

The nurse was stunned. When she turned her head around, she quietly wiped her tears. Only then did she notice Yang Hsingchen and old ruffian at the door. She asked in surprise, "You two are?"

"Ah, I forgot, Sister Nurse. This white-bearded grandpa is an old TCM doctor. He said he would cure my mother." The little boy said happily.

"Sir, you know how to treat illnesses?" The nurse didn't believe him.

"Hehe, I don't need to treat this sister-in-law's illness at all. As long as she drinks her son's pigeon soup, all of her illnesses will be cured immediately." Yang Hsingchen chuckled and said.

The nurse frowned and thought to herself, 'There is such a miraculous soup in the world. This old man must have Alzheimer's.'

"Mom, open your mouth. Come, drink slowly." The little boy blew on the soup in the spoon like a young adult and gently put it into the mouth of the young but very old mother.

A drop of happy and sour tears rolled down from his mother's eyes.

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