In the ward, Daxiong heard the shouting and cursing at the door, and instinctively stood up, looking at the door with his back straight.
After a while, the half-open ward door was simply and roughly pushed open, and a tall man in his fifties walked in. He was dressed very simply, even a little dirty and sloppy. The hair at the temples had already pierced his ears. It was obvious that he had not been taken care of for a long time, and it was sticky on his head.
The tall and strong middle-aged man was not good-looking, with a big red face, rosacea, and a disability. He had no left hand, and there was an obvious fracture scar on his wrist. If you look closely, it is full of red-headed flesh lumps.
Su Tianyu looked at this middle-aged man with a strange appearance and asked tentatively: "Who are you!"
"I am his father!" The tall middle-aged man was full of alcohol and pointed at Daxiong and said.
"Oh, it's uncle!" Su Tianyu immediately propped up the bed and sat up: "Please sit down, Daxiong, give uncle a chair."
Daxiong immediately pulled a chair and put 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 Daxiong: "How do you feel about your recovery? Are you feeling better?"
"All... all fine, can... can work!" Daxiong seemed very nervous in front of his father, and his speech became more stuttering.
Father Wu had a loud voice, tilted his neck and looked at his son and scolded him: "Your brain is not working. There are so many workers in the factory, but you just want to do it! Don't you think about it? The knife and the gun are blind. If you are disabled by someone, what will you do? You are not smart, you stutter, you are already half disabled, and your body is not good... Can you live in the future?"
Wu Shixiong lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
"If you are injured, take good care of yourself. The Su family is such a big company, it is impossible for them to ignore you. Get well and go to work." Father Wu said again.
Su Tianyu and Daxiong have been together for a week, but it is the first time that he has seen Daxiong's family come to visit him. However, he thought that they might be very busy, or they might have come when Daxiong was just hospitalized.
"Go, call Su Tiannan over. Isn't he also hospitalized?" Father Wu ordered.
"Oh, uncle, my eldest brother is not here. Someone took him 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 and ask him." Daxiong replied, and turned to leave, but when he reached the door, he couldn't help asking: "Dad... Dad, my mother didn't come."
"Your second brother's child is sick, I just asked her to go back." Father Wu replied casually.
Daxiong didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the ward.
About five minutes later, Su Tianbei limped in with a plaster on his arm: "Hey, Uncle Wu is here."
"Ah, how are you?" Father Wu asked with a squint.
"I'm almost well, 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, relit it, and waved to Daxiong and told him: "You 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, one is to see the child, and the other is to ask you... How to deal with our Daxiong's matter?"
"The company will take care of it, uncle!" Su Tianbei replied.
"How to take care of it?" Father Wu pressed.
"The company will pay all the expenses during the injury period. If you don't work during the recovery period, you will be paid according to the standard of work-related injuries." Su Tianbei smiled and replied: "In addition, I will give him 5,000 yuan separately."
To be honest, the money Su Tianbei gave was not small. For a laborer like Daxiong, 5,000 yuan is nearly half a year's salary and bonus.
Father Wu paused and replied: "Isn't five thousand a little too little?"
"Uncle, the company is not having a good 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 group fight at the Su family garbage factory, and the seven or eight workers you employed didn't dare to fight, but my son did it! This is the truth, right? I was there when your company just started, and I have always had a good relationship with your father. Later, I was in poor health and sent my son to prison, but you didn't take good care of me. He was stabbed three or four times by someone, and he will have to bear the 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?"
"Give it a little more."
"Then eight thousand!" Su Tianbei looked at him and said: "This money exceeds the standard for work-related injuries, but I will pay it myself, okay?"
Father Wu considered it: "Okay, eight thousand is eight thousand, and when the money comes down, you can directly transfer it to the salary card of Daxiong's eldest brother."
Su Tianbei didn't ask any more questions: "Okay!"
"That's it." Father Wu stood up and threw a cigarette butt on the ground: "I'm leaving first."
"I'll take you there, uncle!"
"No need, what's the point of sending me a gift!" Father Wu walked out the door in big strides.
Su Tianyu frowned and looked at his back, but didn't ask any more questions.
In the corridor, Father Wu glanced at Daxiong who was sitting on the bench, and cursed in a low voice: "Don't be stupid, you are hospitalized with work injury compensation, just stay here and take care of yourself. When you feel that nothing is wrong, you can be discharged from the hospital."
"Ah!" Daxiong nodded.
"... Damn, I get angry just by looking at your tiger-like appearance, what's your brain? Go and fight with others?" Father Wu roared in anger: "I'll 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 look in his eyes. After a long while, he walked into the ward with his teeth bared: "Brother Xiaoyu, Brother Xiaobei... do you want to... have a midnight snack? I'll go down to buy it."
"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 rest, and chat."
Although Wu Shixiong was honest, he never wanted to talk about his family, and he smiled every day when he saw everyone, as if he had no burden at all.
The days of recuperation were plain and comfortable. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 days passed, and all the wounded had completed the discharge procedures.
Bai Hongbo stood in the ward with a bang, waving his hand and shouting: "Go to the inner harbor tonight and take a cruise!! I've arranged everything!!"
"You guys go, I'll forget 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 unsociable. We have fought side by side!" Bai Hongbo said enthusiastically: "Let's go together. I'll treat you to a meal tonight."
Su Tianyu was sweating: "... Forget it, my tongue is short!"
"I'm practicing this thing, Xiao Su!" Bai Hongbo might have been mad, and pulled Su Tianyu and said: "Come with me tonight, you must solve the problem of your short tongue."
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In the 403 cell of the Criminal Detention Center of the Police Department, the skinny old man in the flowered shirt who had been beaten up sat on the bed, touching 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.