Watching He Zhenzhen's back, Zhang Qianhai's heart was ablaze with anger.

A moment ago, he honestly did want to strike her down in one blow and send that hateful woman to meet King Yama.

But he had too many concerns.

At the very least, he had to finish what needed to be done.

A while later, Zhang Qianhai received a call from the village chief.

"The check-up here is done. You need to stay in the hospital for a few days. Bring the money over."

Zhang Qianhai immediately took the bus and rushed over.

In the hospital, Zhang Xingjie had just returned from the water room, with water droplets on his face.

Seeing his son look like he had just cried, Zhang Qianhai's heart skipped a beat.

"What did the doctor say?"

"This time the child is saved, but it's very dangerous. They said it's a threatened miscarriage. If not cautious, it might actually happen next time."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qianhai didn't know what to say, feeling utterly distressed.

It was not just for this child, but also because of the ill fate with He Zhenzhen.

Zhang Xingjie bowed his head, "Dad, I know it's wrong to think this way, but I really hate He Zhenzhen, I wish I could kill her!"

Zhang Qianhai looked at his son's face, reached out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let Xiaomei stay in the hospital for now, and don't think about those messy things. Remember, no matter what, you still have a wife, and you will have children in the future. You can't let your child be born without a father, nor can you let Xiaomei be without a husband for the rest of her life."

Zhang Xingjie eventually could only nod.

"Dad, you're right."

Zhang Qianhai paid the hospitalization fee and asked if the hospital could allow the patient to stay a few more days.

The hospital found it difficult too, "The beds are always quite tight here. Although your case is a bit risky, it can be well-rested at home, it doesn't necessarily have to be in the hospital."

Zhang Xingjie anxiously said, "We're willing to pay to stay a little longer, is that okay?"

"It's not a matter of money. This isn't a hotel. Many critical and severe patients are waiting for beds. Let's uphold the good spirit and make room when it's nearly ready."

Zhang Xingjie and Zhang Qianhai were speechless in the hospital corridor.

For a long time, they couldn't say anything.

Finally, Zhang Qianhai took out a stack of money and handed it to his son.

"Stay here with Xiaomei these few days until she's stable and come back together."

Zhang Xingjie looked at it, "Dad, why are you giving so much?"

"Well, it's the New Year after all. You two eat something good out there. Don't save money; spend as needed."

Zhang Xingjie took the money, feeling very upset inside.

Dad has a bit of a savings being a butcher.

But he always shortchanged himself and treated the family generously.

From childhood to adulthood, he never went short of food and clothing; otherwise, he wouldn't have grown so tall.

Including before with He Zhenzhen and Zhang Caidie, he gave his all, spending unknown amounts of money.

Is it truly that good people don't get good returns? To end up like this.

"Alright, I'll head back first; the house still needs tidying."

Zhang Qianhai turned and left, Zhang Xingjie watched his father's back, feeling a pang in his nose.

"Dad..."

He didn't know why he called out, only that his father's back seemed suddenly hunched, stirring his emotions deeply.

Zhang Qianhai turned to wave his hand at his son.

"Xingjie, you're grown now, nearly thirty. Take good care of yourself from now on."

"Take good care of your wife and child."

Zhang Xingjie's heart skipped a beat, "Dad, why are you suddenly saying this?"

Zhang Qianhai smiled at him.

"Getting old just makes one naggy. Go back to the ward now; I'll leave first."

Zhang Xingjie gripped the money, unable to speak, but a sense of foreboding loomed over him.

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