pertwk Chapter 58: The Middle-Aged Woman in the Hospital Sounds the Horn of Attack
Chapter 58: The Middle-Aged Woman in the Hospital Sounds the Horn of Attack
"The world is going to the dogs; how can someone like that be a mother?"
"Mom, please speak softly. He's still in the hospital bed."
Since morning, the middle-aged woman had been hearing whispers from everyone who passed by her, for some reason.
"Damn it, is he possessed or what?"
Online discussions about her, unbeknownst to her, were even more frequent:
(Natural Fitness)
[I work in this industry. His mother is actually notorious in the whole industry, the kind who's on a blacklist. She's completely self-centered and utterly selfish.]
Not long after, the comments section started to fill up.
[This is a question for an expert. Could you elaborate? Can a child who isn't working and isn't fed really survive for two days? And I think this approach is way too old-fashioned.]
[Hey, I want to know if she really hit the child right there on the spot? Didn't anyone stop her?]
[Since his mother treats him like this, why does he still defend her?]
(Natural Fitness)
[Let's take it one step at a time. First, can she endure it? The answer is yes, she can. Judging from the outcome, the fact that the child is still alive proves it. Besides, there were definitely people who tried to stop her, and not just once, but this mother insisted that she had the right to raise the child and that educating the child was her inherent right. Even if someone had stopped her at the scene, the child would still have been doomed once they got home.]
[Another problem is that even though his mother treats him like this, why does he still defend her? Sigh, families that say this must be very happy. Children who grow up in hardship must think that what they experienced is normal life.]
"Nurse, change my IV drip!"
The middle-aged woman didn't know what was going on. The young nurse who used to be so polite to her quickly changed her IV drip and left. The same was true for the bearded man in the next bed; he wouldn't even answer her when she called him.
What's wrong with everyone? It's like they've seen a ghost. The TV is off and nobody's turning it on.
She instructed the nurse to open it for her, but the nurse talked to the patient in the next bed for a long time and ignored her.
"Turn the TV on for me."
The nurse reluctantly turned on the TV, muttering as she left, "What's wrong with people these days?"
The middle-aged woman happily watched TV, ignoring everyone else. Let them do whatever they want; she's still happy.
A man with a serious expression arrived. The middle-aged woman, eating an apple, asked:
"Why are you here so early? And why hasn't my son come to see me in so long?"
The stepfather came to test the middle-aged woman's attitude towards the recent news, but she didn't seem to care at all and casually replied:
"Oh, he left work early today. He did want to come, but you know he's been quite busy lately."
"It's good to be busy, it's good to be busy."
The middle-aged woman nodded, relieved to know that her son was determined to pursue acting. She had heard since she was a child that actors could earn a lot of money, and since she felt that she was quite photogenic, she had always dreamed of becoming an actress.
Unfortunately, she no longer has the opportunity, but her son is different. He has had a smooth life since childhood, and whenever he thinks about acting, he gets a constant stream of roles. Now, even a famous director has personally recognized his acting skills, so he will never lack roles in the future.
She was even a little jealous.
"Alright, go buy me some pancakes. The ones here are too dry."
After being kicked out, the stepfather met an unexpected person.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you just faint?"
"Since we're both from the same hospital, I thought I'd come visit her and maybe see you too."
The stepfather was stunned. "What does it mean to see him?"
"Let's talk about the one inside, Dad. I need your help."
"Shall I help you?"
The two talked for a long time at the door and finally reached a certain consensus, agreeing to form an alliance.
"But I need your help to deal with my mother. My marriage to her was orchestrated by my mother."
The usually quiet stepfather mentioned his family for the first time.
"Okay, how about you take me to see her this weekend or tomorrow? I'll help you deal with this person."
The stepfather swallowed hard. The feeling of freedom was real, and he had wanted a divorce for a long time, but his mother was a difficult old woman.
"If you can convince my mother, I will win custody of you."
The stepfather, who had been weak under the influence of women his whole life, now radiated a dazzling light; everyone has to be strong at least once in their life.
Luo Jinnian smiled, then took one last look at her mother outside the door before returning to her ward without saying a word.
He hastily wrote a short story by an Australian author called "The Window".
The story takes place in a hospital ward, in a small room housing two seriously ill patients. The patient by the window is allowed to sit up for an hour each morning and afternoon. To help himself and his companion combat the torment of illness and boredom, he describes to his fellow patient every day the vibrant scenes outside the window—a beautiful park: the lake, wild ducks, swans, playful children, couples strolling, and exciting ball games…
This was a great source of comfort for the two who could only lie down and while away the time.
The patient who wasn't near the window initially listened with great interest, but later, a seed of jealousy took root in his heart. He thought, "Why is it that he's the one who's lucky enough to see everything outside the window? Why shouldn't I have this opportunity?" This selfish desire tormented him day and night, even worsening his condition.
One late night, the patient by the window suddenly had a relapse. He coughed desperately, fumbling for the call button. However, faced with his companion's life-threatening situation, the patient not by the window remained motionless, his mind filled with only one thought: "Why should he take the bed by the window?" Amidst the patient's agonizing struggle and deathly silence, this patient, consumed by jealousy, did not offer a helping hand, watching helplessly as his companion stopped breathing.
After the patient by the window died, the patient who wasn't by the window was immediately moved to the bed by the window. He eagerly sat up and looked out with anticipation, only to find not a park, but a bare wall.
I wrote this article for no other reason than to change the identity of the selfish protagonist in this world to that of a middle-aged woman.
In the future, because of this article "Early Spring Tea," he will be represented, and netizens will inevitably think that this article is to advocate for his child star friend.
And that was Luo Jinnian's goal: he wanted the whole world to examine his mother from a just perspective. Yes, examine her.
Just like his earlier plan, he wanted the middle-aged woman to give up custody of him to enhance his personal image, amidst the world's contempt for her.
The manuscript for "The Window" was not published in the journal. Instead, Luo Jinnian posted it directly on his Weibo account, "Early Spring Tea," for everyone to see.
Anyone familiar with the recent events will know who the middle-aged woman he wrote about is; he even specifically tagged Luo Jinnian.
In fact, with the recent high-profile crackdown on middle-aged women, netizens have already gathered on his literary account, all wanting their good friend to provide some clues.
Then an article titled "The Window" suddenly came to the fore.
This caused a huge uproar. Was a fight about to break out? It's not hard to understand who the middle-aged woman in the article was cursing.
"I want to see rivers of blood."
"Could you hit them even harder?"
"Early spring tea is truly a chivalrous brother; he truly helps his friends in times of trouble. This is what a real man should be like."