Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 358: Is the Money Ready_1

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Is the Money Ready_1

"What!!!"

Mo Han was startled, his hands anxiously grabbing the stall owner’s clothes, "My mom, what happened to her?"

"You? Are you Little Ming’s son?"

The stall owner was initially annoyed, but upon hearing Mo Han’s words, he didn’t add any blame, "Put me down first, I don’t know much, it’s all from what Old Liu said."

"I’m sorry."

Mo Han quickly let go of the vendor, and asked sincerely, "I was a bit overreacted just now, could you please tell me what exactly happened to my mom?"

"Was it because someone coveted her thirty thousand yuan and injured her?"

"It was the local thugs, wasn’t it?"

Last time he came to visit his mother, he had seen Huang Mao and his gang overturning her noodle stand, and he had called Go Lao’er to teach these guys a lesson.

"It wasn’t the thugs."

The vendor spoke up, "It was relatives from her village."

"I don’t know the details, but according to what Old Liu said, it seems your mom borrowed five thousand yuan from some distant relative and when she was returning the money, the other party demanded two thousand yuan in interest. Your mom didn’t want to pay, so she was badly beaten."

"When I saw her coming out the other day, she still had bruises on her face, and she was walking unsteadily..."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Mo Han thanked him repeatedly, hastily pulling out a few hundred yuan from his pocket and thrusting it into the vendor’s hand, then rode his electric bike without looking back toward his mother’s place.

In the pitch-dark room of barely thirty square meters, Ming Cuilian lived here.

At this moment, she was lying in bed, sleepless, her breathing irregular and occasionally coughing violently.

"Knock, knock!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at the door.

Ming Cuilian’s face changed dramatically, and she quickly hid under the blankets, not daring to make a sound.

"Mom, it’s me, Mo Han, are you there?"

Seeing no response from inside, Mo Han quickly added, "Could you please open the door..."

It’s Han’er!

Upon hearing Mo Han’s voice, Ming Cuilian’s face was streaked with tears, but she was even more afraid to open the door.

Han’er has always doted on me. If he sees me in this condition, wouldn’t he fight Ming Yong and the others to death?

She held back her sorrow and remained silent.

After a long silence, "Ring, ring..." the urgent tone of a cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Ming Cuilian looked at her phone; it was Mo Han calling. She quickly silenced it.

Mo Han’s ears were especially sharp, and hearing the ringtone inside, he immediately said, "Mom, I know you’re in there."

"Please open the door..."

"Cough, cough..."

Inside the room, there were two heavy coughs followed by the familiar voice of the mother, "It’s Han’er, your mom’s got a bit of a cold, I don’t want to pass it to you. You go back first, and when I’m better, I’ll come see you."

"Mom, don’t lie to me, I know everything!"

Mo Han’s voice choked with emotion, "Please open the door, I want to see you."

"Child, mom’s fine."

Ming Cuilian wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and said bravely, "Be good, go back. When I’m better, I’ll make something delicious for you and Chen Chen."

Seeing that his mother was still not opening the door, Mo Han gritted his teeth, and a silver needle suddenly appeared in his hand, which he inserted into the old-fashioned keyhole. With a click, the door opened.

Suddenly, a beam of white light entered the pitch-black room, bringing a bit of brightness to the dim space.

In his view, a plain-dressed middle-aged woman sat against the wall. Her face, pale as jade, lacked any color, and one could faintly see the traces where bruises had faded from her nose and lips.

Looking at the woman’s leg, it was swollen significantly, clearly a result of being beaten, and she plainly couldn’t walk.

Boom!

A thunderous rage instantly filled Mo Han’s head. He stepped forward, squatting beside his mother, his tone ice-cold, "Who was it! Who did this!"

Seeing the door open, Ming Cuilian’s face showed a flash of surprise, then she quickly covered her swollen right leg with a corner of the blanket and forced a smile, "Han’er, how did you get in? I, I just had a little fall..."

"A fall? A fall could do this?"

Mo Han shook his head, his eyes filled with fury, "Mom, who really did this?"

"If you don’t tell me, I’m going back to Ming Family Bay today and asking them for an explanation!"

Ming Cuilian knew her son’s temperament; if Han’er said he would do something, he definitely would.

With no other choice, she coughed lightly and recounted the whole incident from beginning to end.

It turned out that on the day she took thirty thousand yuan back to Ming Family Bay to repay debts, after she had paid off seven or eight families, she went to her relative Ming Yong’s place. According to the agreement, she had borrowed five thousand yuan and was to repay it within a month without any interest.

But Ming Yong and his family, knowing Ming Cuilian was easy to bully being a widow with an orphan, demanded two thousand yuan in interest right off the bat.

Ming Cuilian naturally refused, vehemently arguing her case, which eventually led to a conflict.

Ming Yong, who had been involved in the underworld for a few years, thought Ming Cuilian was being unreasonable and picked up a rolling pin to beat her mercilessly.

A defenseless woman like Ming Cuilian couldn’t stand up to the whole family of Ming Yong, especially with the thug Ming Yong there.

In no time, her face was swollen with bruises, and her right leg was beaten until it swelled up and bled.

After they turned Ming Cuilian’s bag inside out and found no more money, Ming Yong’s family let her go but threatened that if she didn’t come up with the two thousand yuan for interest within two weeks, they would beat up Mo Han too the next time he was in the city.

After being severely beaten, Ming Cuilian didn’t dare to stay in the countryside and returned to the city that same night; in order not to bother her son, she hadn’t called Mo Han since.

Because of her injured leg, she couldn’t run her stall and could barely manage to cook some thin rice porridge at home, picking some vegetables from the doorstep to eat with it.

"Clang!"

Just then, the room door was kicked open, and a brazen voice came from outside.

"Second Aunt, is your money ready?"