In the ward, Nobita heard shouting and cursing at the door, and instinctively stood up, looking towards the door with his back straight.
After a while, the half-open door of the ward was pushed open roughly, and a tall man in his fifties walked in. He was dressed very simply, even a little dirty and sloppy. The hair on his temples was already thorny at his ears, and it was obvious that he had not taken care of it for a long time, and it stuck to his head.
The tall and strong middle-aged man is not good-looking, with a red face, rosacea, and a physical disability. He has no left hand and there is an obvious broken scar on his wrist. If you look closely, you will see red-headed flesh lumps all over it.
Su Tianyu looked at the middle-aged man with a strange appearance and asked tentatively: "Who are you?"
"I'm his father!" The tall middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol, pointed at Nobita and said.
"Oh, it's my uncle!" Su Tianyu immediately propped up the bed and sat up: "Please sit down, Daxiong, get me a chair."
Hearing the sound, Nobita immediately pulled a chair and placed it next to his father, but did not say anything.
The tall middle-aged man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the trash can, then took out a cigarette box, crossed his legs and asked Nobita: "How do you feel about your recovery? Are you feeling better?"
“It’s…it’s all good now. I can…I can work!” Daxiong seemed very nervous in front of his father and his speech became even more stuttering.
Father Wu raised his voice loudly, tilted his neck and looked at his son, scolding him: "Your brain is not working well. There are so many workers in the factory, but you just want to do it! Don't you think about it? Knives and guns have no eyes. If you are disabled by someone, what will you do? You have a bad brain and stutter. You are already half disabled. If your body is not good... Can you live in the future?"
Wu Shixiong lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
"If you're injured, take good care of yourself. The Su family is such a big company, they can't just ignore you. Wait until you're well again and then go back to work." Father Wu said again.
Su Tianyu and Nobita have been together for a week, but it is the first time that he has seen Nobita's family come to visit him. However, he thought that they might be very busy, or they might have come when Nobita was just hospitalized.
"Go, call Su Tiannan over. Isn't he also in the hospital?" Father Wu ordered.
"Oh, uncle, my eldest brother is not here. He was taken out to do something." Su Tianyu replied on behalf of Daxiong: "But my second brother is here."
"You can ask him to come." Father Wu replied.
"I... I'll go call her." Nobita replied, and turned to leave. But when he reached the door, he couldn't help but ask, "Dad... Dad, my mom isn't here."
"Your second brother is sick, and I just asked her to go back." Father Wu replied casually.
Nobita said nothing, turned around and walked out of the ward.
About five minutes later, Su Tianbei limped in with a plaster cast on his arm: "Hey, Uncle Wu is here."
"Ah, how are you?" Father Wu asked with a squint.
"I'm almost done, haha!" Su Tianbei took out a cigarette box: "Here, change one!"
Father Wu was very satisfied with Su Tianbei's politeness. He took the cigarette and relit it. He waved his hand and told Daxiong, "Go out for a walk first."
Daxiong walked out of the ward obediently. Father Wu turned his head and looked at Su Tianbei: "I don't have anything to do. I came here today, first to see the child, and second to ask you... How should we deal with this matter of our Daxiong?"
"The company will take care of it, uncle!" Su Tianbei replied.
"How to manage it?" Wu's father asked.
"The company will pay for all expenses during the injury period. He will not work during the recovery period and will be paid according to the standard for work-related injuries." Su Tianbei smiled and replied, "In addition to this, I will give him a separate 5,000 yuan."
To be honest, the money Su Tianbei gave was not small. Five thousand yuan was nearly half a year's salary and bonus for a laborer like Nobita.
Father Wu paused and replied, "Isn't five thousand a little too little?"
"Uncle, the company is not having an easy time right now..." Su Tianbei wanted to explain.
"Whether it's easy for you or not has nothing to do with me, right?" Father Wu said bluntly, "There was a fight at the Su family garbage factory, and none of the seven or eight workers you employed dared to fight, but my son did! Isn't that true? I was there when your company first started, and I had a good relationship with your father. Later, I got sick and sent my son in, but you didn't take good care of him. He was stabbed three or four times, and he will have scars on his body for the rest of his life. What do you think?"
Su Tianbei nodded slowly: "Uncle, how much compensation do you think is appropriate?"
"Add some more."
"Then let's have 8,000!" Su Tianbei looked at him and said, "This amount exceeds the standard for work-related injuries, but I'll pay for it myself, is that ok?"
Father Wu considered it for a moment and said, "Okay, eight thousand is eight thousand. When the money comes, you can directly transfer it to Daxiong's eldest brother's salary card."
Su Tianbei didn't ask any more questions: "Okay!"
"That's it." Father Wu stood up and threw his cigarette butt on the ground: "I'm leaving first."
"I'll take you there, uncle!"
"No need, what's there to send?" Father Wu strode out the door.
Su Tianyu frowned and looked at his back without asking any more questions.
In the corridor, Father Wu glanced at Daxiong who was sitting on a bench and cursed in a low voice: "Don't be stupid, you are hospitalized with compensation for work-related injuries, so you just stay here and take care of yourself. When you feel that there is nothing wrong, you can be discharged from the hospital."
"Ah!" Nobita nodded.
“… Damn it, I get angry just looking at you like a tiger. What’s your brain? Go and fight with others?” Father Wu yelled angrily, “I’ll just beat you to death, so I don’t have to worry anymore!”
After cursing, Father Wu turned around and left.
Wu Shixiong looked at his back with a dim gaze. After a long pause, he bared his teeth and walked into the ward: "Brother Xiaoyu, Brother Xiaobei... do you want... do you want a midnight snack? I'll go downstairs and buy some."
"Haha, I don't want to eat anymore." Su Tianbei waved his hand.
Su Tianyu looked at this big fool and felt sorry for him for some reason: "Don't worry about it. Come, sit down and have a rest. Let's chat for a while."
Although Wu Shixiong is honest, he never likes to talk about his family affairs. He always smiles when he meets everyone, and it seems that he has no burden in life at all.
The days of recuperation were plain and comfortable. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 days had passed and all the wounded had completed the discharge procedures.
Bai Hongbo stood in the ward in a cocky manner, waved his hands and shouted, "We'll go into the inner harbor tonight and take a cruise!! I've arranged everything!!"
"You guys go ahead. I'll forget about it." Kong Zhenghui seemed to be of a different generation from everyone else, both in terms of actual age and mental age.
"Fuck, don't be so unsociable. We have fought side by side after all!" Bai Hongbo said enthusiastically, "Let's go together. I'll treat you to a meal tonight."
Su Tianyu was sweating profusely: "... Forget it, I have a short tongue!"
"Practice this thing, Xiao Su!" Bai Hongbo might have gone crazy, and pulled Su Tianyu and said, "Come with me tonight. I must solve the problem of your short tongue."
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In cell 403 of the criminal detention center of the police department, the skinny old man who had beaten the man in the flowered shirt sat on the bed, stroking his big bald head and muttering, "This dog Liuzi is good, no worse than his father!"
"Su Zhengcai, stand up and pack your things!" someone suddenly shouted outside the door.