Chapter 269: Both Stubborn and Stupid

Chapter 269: Stubborn and Foolish

Fu Tinghua led Fu Wu, Tiezhu, and Emei to his small car. Once everyone was in, he wasted no time and immediately started the engine.

It was night, and the rural roads were narrow with no streetlights, so they had to rely on the car’s headlights to navigate.

Thus, Fu Tinghua couldn’t drive very fast.

In the backseat, Tiezhu kept moaning in pain and vomited blood again after getting into the car.

Fortunately, Emei had given him a plastic bag, so he didn’t soil the car.

Ruining such an expensive car made the couple feel very embarrassed.

Fu Tinghua’s windows were fully open, but the cool, strong wind of the rural night made him close them again.

"Tinghua, you, you tell me, our Tiezhu, won’t, won’t—"

Seeing their son in constant distress, Fu Wu couldn’t hold it together anymore.

"No, don’t think too much." Fu Tinghua remained calm as he drove, speaking reassuringly.

Hearing his words, the couple in the back seat finally relaxed a bit.

At this moment, every word from Fu Tinghua was like a lifeline, incredibly important to them.

When Fu Dajun returned, the Fu family members asked him what had happened.

"What happened? Where’s Tinghua?" Wu Yanhua asked anxiously.

"How come two people went out, but only one came back?"

"Ting Hua took Tie Zhu to the town health center," Fu Dajun said with a sigh.

Zhang Shufen had been snapped at by him earlier and didn’t pester him further after that.

But she looked utterly dejected, and Fu Dajun’s sense of gratitude toward her had gradually faded away. Now, seeing her like that, he just felt nothing.

Fu Dajun really didn’t know how to judge Zhang Shufen’s personality—she was a classic unreasonable, nagging woman.

She only believed what she wanted and wouldn’t listen to anyone else.

Just stubborn and dumb.

"What happened to Tie Zhu?" Wu Yanhua quickly asked.

Even though she and Zhang Shufen didn’t see eye to eye, Wu Yanhua still cared deeply when it came to matters involving a child.

"He was complaining of stomach pain and even threw up blood earlier," Fu Dajun said, his brow furrowed with worry.

To be honest, Tie Zhu was the only son of his eldest brother, Fu Dacai, and Fu Wu’s sole heir.

Fu Dajun was really scared something might happen to him. How would he ever face his eldest brother in the afterlife if that happened?

His eldest brother had suffered his whole life, and now his descendants… what a shame!

It was only now that Fu Dajun realized how lucky he was to have married Wu Yanhua.

Sometimes, marrying the right woman really does bring peace to the whole family.

"Coughing up blood—oh my God!" Wu Yanhua couldn't help covering her mouth in shock.

The other Fu family members also turned pale in shock.

They didn’t know much about medicine, but they understood that spitting blood was already very serious.

"That poor kid," someone blurted out.

At this, the Fu family fell silent.

"No telling how long they’ll be. Everyone should go about their own business for now. Sitting around won’t do any good. Anyway, Tinghua’s already gone with them as our family’s rep," Fu Dajun said to the crowd.

Yeah, Fu Tinghua was the family’s rock right now.

Hearing that, they all relaxed a little.

Su He, though, didn’t say a word the whole time.

Honestly, a kid as heavy as Tie Zhu was bound to have problems sooner or later.

After everyone dispersed, Su He also took Zai Zai and Niu Niu home.

No point freaking out—might as well go about their day.

"Mom, Tie Zhu coughed up blood. Is he really sick?" Niu Niu, holding Su He’s hand, couldn’t help but ask.

"No idea, sweetie. Ask your dad when he gets back."

"Oh."

What should’ve been a happy holiday had turned grim.

Meanwhile, Fu Tinghua rushed them to the town clinic.

Even on a holiday, there were doctors working.

The moment they walked in with a sick kid in their arms, the clinic’s doctor immediately stepped forward.

"He’s out of it, complaining of stomach pain, running a fever, and coughing up blood. Looks like stomach bleeding. First, we’ve gotta ease the stomach pain. Do you have medication here? He needs an IV," Fu Tinghua rattled off to the doctor, who froze for a second.

The doctor glanced at Fu Tinghua—his sharp looks and calm air marked him as someone special.

The doctor on duty quickly answered, "Yes, yes, I’ll prepare the medication right away."

Fortunately, the clinic’s doctor trusted Fu Tinghua’s words without questioning his identity.

Fu Wu slumped into a chair, clutching Tie Zhu as they waited for the IV.

Since the clinic wasn’t busy at the moment, the doctor quickly prepared the medication.

Tie Zhu started bawling the second he saw the needle.

Er Mei soothed him, "Tie Zhu, be brave. This’ll make you feel better."

"Tie Zhu, let the doctor give you the shot. You wanna get better, don’t you?" Fu Wu also grew a bit impatient.

"I want Grandma, I want Grandma, wuwuwu..."

The problem was, Tie Zhu's hands were too fleshy, making it difficult to locate his veins, and he wouldn't stay still.

Fu Tinghua knit his brows at the struggle before him and walked straight over to the on-duty doctor at the clinic. "I'll take over," he said.

The on-duty doctor hesitated, but he couldn't for the life of him find a vein on this fat kid.

"I'm the Deputy Director of Wencheng People's Hospital. You can trust me," Fu Tinghua declared.

The on-duty doctor gaped in surprise. Without further hesitation, he handed the IV needle to him.

Fu Tinghua walked up to Tie Zhu, looked at him, and said coldly, "If you want to die, you can skip the injection."

The moment Tie Zhu saw Fu Tinghua, he froze.

Though terrified, he didn't dare breathe.

Fu Tinghua quickly found and punctured Tie Zhu’s vein, and blood soon flowed back into the tube.

Seeing this, the on-duty doctor finally let out the breath he'd been holding.

Once the IV drip was correctly adjusted, Fu Tinghua turned to Fu Wu and said, "Cousin, with how he's doing, it’s best to take him to the city for further examination. For now, he’ll receive two days of IV treatment here in town to alleviate the symptoms. After that, bring him to the city to see me."

Hearing that Fu Tinghua was willing to help, Fu Wu replied gratefully, "Oh! Of course. Thank you, Ting Hua."

Fu Tinghua glanced at the remaining bottles of medicine for the IV, figuring it wouldn’t drip too quickly.

"Ting Hua, maybe you should go on ahead. We can carry the child home ourselves later," Fu Wu suggested, feeling a bit embarrassed for troubling Fu Tinghua so much.

Unlike his mother, who was thick-skinned, he had inherited his father’s temperament.

And as for his cousin Fu Tinghua—well, it was as if he no longer belonged to their world.

Just having Fu Tinghua speak to him felt like being granted an audience.