Chapter 985: Help Me

But Wanting felt sorry for Madam Ye, and most of the money she earned from part-time jobs would be given to Madam Ye, which would eventually be taken by Ye Cheng.

This vicious cycle only made the family poorer and poorer.

There was a crowd downstairs in the residential building late at night.

In this old neighborhood, square dancing wasn’t allowed, so there must have been something going on.

The aunt was immediately interested, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from a neighbor, craned her neck, and asked, “What’s the matter?

It’s so lively.

Did someone catch a mistress again?”

The neighbor glanced at her, shifted the sunflower seeds to her other hand, and said ominously, “I don’t know.

I didn’t squeeze in.

Apparently, someone had their hand chopped off and collapsed under our building, bleeding a lot.”

“Oh dear,” the aunt clicked her tongue, “that’s really ominous.”

Wanting, walking behind, suddenly felt a chill rise from her feet.

She suppressed that inexplicable feeling as her hands ached from carrying things, and Madam Ye could barely hold on.

She quickened her pace, “Aunt, let’s go home first.

There are too many things; it’s hard to carry.”

The aunt gave her a critical look, “Young girl, so little strength, can’t even handle the food you eat during the day.”

Wanting: “Aunt, do you still want these things or not?

If not, I’ll leave them here.”

“Hey!

You’re threatening me now!”

A neighbor nearby rolled their eyes, “Who are they?

Family visiting?”

“What family?

Just two penniless good-for-nothings trying to take advantage of people!”

Her voice wasn’t small, attracting quite a few onlookers.

Wanting wasn’t particularly bothered; she had faced much greater setbacks since she was young.

But these were all the aunt’s neighbors, and in this place, everyone knew each other well, even trivial things spread across the neighborhood.

After saying those words, she soon regretted it, feeling embarrassed and pushed Wanting away in frustration, “Let’s go, you’re just embarrassing me!”

The aunt hurried ahead, while Madam Ye came over to steady Wanting.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, both silent, hands gripping their belongings tightly as they followed along.

Suddenly Madam Ye shrieked, dropped everything, and dashed madly into the crowd.

Wanting saw it all—how did that petite body of Madam Ye manage to burst through with such force?

She realized something, set her stuff down, and ran forward as well.

The scene before her nearly made her faint.

It was Ye Cheng.

The one with a hand chopped off was Ye Cheng!

Madam Ye held onto him, crying out desperately, begging those around to call 120.

She was so panicked she forgot she had a phone on her.

Wanting couldn’t stand, staggered closer to Madam Ye, then squatted down and shakily pulled out her phone.

Before the 120 arrived, Madam Ye couldn’t take the shock and passed out.

Wanting couldn’t catch her in time, feeling weak all over.

She fell back down, crawled over to hold Madam Ye in her arms, and looked around helplessly at the bystanders just watching the spectacle.

“Help me, help me…”

No one moved.

Some even took out their phones to record videos.

The aunt was only concerned with holding the pile of things, never intending to help.

In the end, it was the nurses who took Madam Ye and Ye Cheng onto the ambulance, also helping Wanting up.

Hospital Number One.

Ye Cheng was rushed into the operating room.

Madam Ye was in a ward, the doctor said she’d fainted from shock, that an IV would suffice, and it was nothing serious.

Wanting sat alone on a blue plastic chair outside the operating room, her face expressionless, her eyes empty.

Footsteps approached quickly down the hallway and stopped in front of her, “Wanting?”