Chapter 8 — The end of filial piety is learning to let go

I calmly looked at them.

"Okay."

“Then…”

“Sorry guys.”

"Right now."

“Take grandma away immediately.”

“Wherever you take it, you'll bring it back.”

“In front of my house…”

“You are not welcome.”

I let go of the wheelchair. Take a step back. Then make an inviting gesture. Until now. Everyone around understands. This is no longer a family conflict. A scene of property robbery. Accompanied by blatant moral kidnapping. The eyes of all the neighbors... Are like sharp blades. Straight into the Trieu family's group. Trieu Quoc Cuong and Trieu Quoc Phu's faces were as red as pig liver. Can't advance. Going back is not enough. If I take my grandmother away... Then today's drama will become a joke. And if they don't take it away... Then they have to accept the agreement that they absolutely will never sign. Just when the two sides were struggling. Trieu Quoc Phu's phone suddenly rang. He seemed to have grabbed the straw that saved his life. Quickly ran aside to answer the phone. Just a few seconds later. His face changed dramatically. Frightened, he ran back.

“It's not over!”

His voice trembled.

“Trieu Wei's wife just called!”

“Say that…”

“Trieu Luong sneaked behind our backs…”

“I took the house that was just divided and sold it to a broker!”

"The name on the red book hasn't changed yet!"

“He even forged his mother's signature!”

The words just ended. The whole scene... Silence. Trieu Quoc Cuong's eyes immediately turned red.

“That bastard!”

He was in no mood to pay attention to me. I don't even bother to look at my grandmother. Turn around and rush straight towards your car.

“I have to beat it to death!”

A carefully prepared body press... In the blink of an eye. Turned into a civil war over inheritance. The Trieu family's people were in chaos. Hastily stuffing grandma back into the minivan. Then struggled... Run away from the scene. Only my mother and I are left. The same group of neighbors still stood dumbfounded. The storm... Temporarily subsided. An even bigger storm. Silently forming in the Trieu family. That night. I suddenly received a call from the hospital's emergency department.

"Hello."

"May I ask, are you a member of Mrs. Vuong Phuong Anh's family?"

“The patient suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage.”

“Currently…”

“Doctors are performing emergency treatment.”

My mother and I rushed to the hospital. The hallway outside the emergency room was so brightly white it was blinding. The air smelled strongly of disinfectant. Grandma is in the emergency room. The door is closed. Three red words "In emergency" glowed brightly on the electronic board. So red it hurts my eyes. Red like dripping blood. My mother leaned her back against the wall. The whole person slowly slid down. Finally sat down on the ground. Quietly cry. Not long after. The eldest son's family and the second son's family also rushed over. They still smelled of gunpowder on their bodies after the argument. My hair is all messy. The corner of the second boy's mouth was still bruised. They didn't look at my mother. Didn't even ask how grandma was doing. The first question they asked... Again, they asked each other.

“Have you caught Trieu Luong yet?”

“It ran away!”

“The phone is also turned off!”

Right next to my mother's muffled cries... They still kept cursing their own son. Right at that moment. A doctor wearing a white coat walked out of the emergency room. The face is extremely serious.

“The patient's family where?"

Everyone immediately gathered around.

“I am her eldest son.”

Trieu Quoc Cuong quickly stepped forward. The doctor bowed his head and looked at the medical records. Then slowly say:

“The patient suffered a sudden massive cerebral hemorrhage.”

“The current situation is extremely critical.”

“We performed emergency resuscitation to reduce intracranial pressure.”

“Temporarily maintain vital signs.”

“The hematoma is compressing the nerve.”

“Immediate surgery is required.”

He stopped. His eyes scanned each person in turn.

“I need to clarify first.”

“This surgery is very high risk.”

“Success rate…”

“Less than thirty percent.”

“Even if the surgery is successful…”

“The most likely outcome is just a deep coma.”

“In other words…”

“The patient will most likely become a vegetable.”

“Later…”

“The cost of care and recovery will be huge.”

“There is almost no stopping.”

“Everyone is family.”

“Let's discuss quickly.”

“Did you sign the consent form for surgery or not?”