Chapter 1187: wreaking havoc in the hospital

Tang Shufen and her son hitched a ride on the road. They finally arrived at the hospital at 1:30 am.

As it was the new year, there were not many patients in the hospital, and there were not many people on duty. Song Cheng and Song Jian carried the stretcher and walked in.

No one stopped them. After they entered, the three of them were at a loss. They did not know what to do.

Song Cheng walked in the front and stood in the hospital corridor. He looked around, but he could not see anyone. He looked at Song Jian and asked, "what should we do now?

"Did the two policemen tell you about the hospital and how to Find Father? "

Song Jian shook his head in confusion. "I don't know either!

"It's our first time in such a big hospital. Where can we find him?

"otherwise, we can stay in the corridor for the night.

"when the sun comes up, there should be someone there! "

Song Cheng didn't have a good idea, so he nodded and agreed. The two of them found a corner and put down the stretcher.

Tang Shufen was about to go to sleep, but she woke up after being put down. She looked around and asked, "boss, third brother, have we reached the place?

"Have you found the person? Why did you put me here? "

Song Cheng was rubbing his hands. There were no gloves at home, and the weather in the north was cold. He felt that his hands were about to be frozen off. He exhaled into his hands, and white fog immediately surrounded him. "We've reached the place, but there's no way to find the person.

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"Look, there's no one in the corridor.

"We've decided to stay here for the night and look for the person tomorrow morning.

"It's really too cold today "Why is the hospital so cold? " After saying that, he stomped his feet on the ground twice. It was really too difficult at home, and they didn't have any clothes for the winter. He was wearing three single-piece clothes, and the corridor felt colder and colder as the breeze blew.

Tang Shufen saw that her son's movements also felt cold, so she subconsciously wanted to cover herself with the quilt. However, as soon as she started, Song Jian beat her to it and covered herself with the quilt first.

"Mom, let me cover myself with the quilt first. You've covered me all the way, and I'm almost freezing to death. " Song Jian covered himself with the quilt, and only then did he feel alive.

Tang Shufen opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but seeing her son like that, even if she wanted him to return the quilt, it was unlikely.

She tightly pressed down on the quilt under her, afraid that her eldest son would snatch it away. If she sat on the ground for an entire night with this body... She would definitely get sick the next day. She didn't even need to think about it. Her son was becoming more and more unfilial.

His attitude toward her was becoming more and more obvious. Tang Shufen's intestines were completely green with regret. Why did she do so many muddle-headed things before. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have stayed in the village. She wouldn't have used it. It was the days of running around everywhere.

Sure enough, after Song Jian saw Song Cheng and wrapped himself in the quilt, his eyes stared at Tang Shufen's remaining thin layer of quilt. "Mother, lend me the quilt under your body.

Can I return it to you when I'm warm?"

"No! " Tang Shufen pressed her hands on the edge of the quilt and shook her head with a pleading face. "It's so cold here. If you throw me on the ground again, I'll be dead.

Tomorrow morning, you'll have to collect my body.

It's better for you and third brother to stay together for warmth.

Don't think about me under the quilt."

Song Cheng didn't expect his mother to refuse. He was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only walk up to Song Jian and say, "put the other half on me.

Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson. Hurry up and stop wasting time."after saying that, he rubbed his hands together with a vicious look in his eyes. If Song Jian dared to refuse, he would punch him in the face.