The Chinese New Year is a time for family reunions. In China in 1991, the Spring Festival atmosphere was still very strong.

Today is the day for the Zhong family to have a dinner together. There are three tables in the house. According to Yuezhong rules, there is usually one table for men, one table for women, and one table for children.

"Come, let's toast to the new year!"

"I wish mom and dad good health!"

"Boss made a fortune last year, and I will try to make a fortune again this year!"

The atmosphere in the living room was lively. The men all held up their wine glasses and kept saying good things and eating delicious food. Father Zhong and Mother Zhong, who was sitting in the chair, laughed happily.

At the women's table, everyone was asking each other's parents to ask what their sons' grades were, what competitions their daughters had participated in, what beautiful clothes they had bought, etc.

When the family was having a family reunion, suddenly there was a sound of breaking a bowl from the children's table next to it, which attracted everyone's attention.

Then I heard a child complaining:

"Third father, your Minghao is causing trouble again~~"

"Zhong Minghao, if you don't want to eat it yourself, why did you drop the bowl?~~"

"You're such a nuisance! We all don't like you!"

A group of children gathered around a trembling little boy of about 10 years old and loudly condemned him. Everyone's eyes were full of anger and their expressions were so disgusting.

Next to the table, a table full of delicious food had been knocked over, and many of the dishes were broken.

We were having a meal during the Chinese New Year, but the table was turned over, and no one could stand it.

The adults hurried over, each holding their own children, then looked at the trembling little boy in the corner and cursed:

"Minghao, why are you so ignorant?"

"That's right, everyone was happy before, but you always made them unhappy!"

"How come we have a troublemaker like you in our Zhong family? I can't even talk about it, and I can't persuade you. It's such a shame!"

Zhong Minghao didn't refute, he just sat on the ground and hugged his knees, lowered his head, and huddled up.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Zhong Minghao suddenly moved, picked up a bowl next to him and threw it heavily to the ground, cursing loudly:

"You bastard, you are all bastards, you are all big turtles, you are a big turtle, and you are all little turtles!"

After the child finished scolding, his fierce expression just now suddenly turned into one of fear and helplessness, and he shrank into a ball again.

Everyone in the Zhong family, old and young, was scolded like a turtle. It was like setting off a firecracker. Everyone exploded:

"Zhong Minghao, do you want to die?"

"It's too much, Third Brother, come here and see what your son has done!"

"You bastard, why did the third family have such a prodigal and violent maniac!"

Zhong Hengyuan and his wife Du Wenjuan, who were cooking in the kitchen, hurried out and saw the mess in the living room, and then looked at the shivering appearance, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable in their hearts.

Not angry.

Du Wenjuan hurried over and held her son in her arms: "Xiao Hao, are you injured?"

Zhong Hengyuan nodded and bowed to the relatives around him:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my Xiaohao who is at fault. I apologize to everyone on his behalf!"

Suddenly, a 16- or 7-year-old boy stood up and slammed the door and walked out: "I can't eat this meal. Don't call me when Zhong Minghao is around from now on."

"Xiaoyuan Xiaoyuan, this child is just the third child. Your son is too disappointing~~"

"It's just that such a young child talks dirty words and gets beaten up at every turn. What's going to happen when he grows up? He'll go to jail~~"

"Lao San, can you educate me? If you can't educate me, I will educate you for you. It's outrageous~~"

Father Zhong also came over at this time, looked at his third son's family, sighed and said:

"Third brother, why don't you go home first and let Xiaohao go home and reflect!"

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan looked at each other, sighed slightly and stood up:

"Then, father, mother, and everyone else, please eat slowly first. There is still meat stewed in the pot. Don't forget it later."

"Then let's go home first, sorry everyone."

Amid the chattering of relatives, Zhong Hengyuan, his wife Du Wenjuan, and their son Zhong Minghao walked out of the Zhong family's old house, pushed the 28-bar bicycle in the corner, and walked silently towards their small home.

The child Zhong Minghao kept his head down when he suddenly saw a pile of garbage being pushed on the roadside. He ran over and kicked, swept and stepped on it, attracting passersby's attention.

"Whose child is this, so unqualified!"

"This is too naughty, so uneducated!"

Passers-by also began to criticize, and Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan were so frightened that they ran over, hugged their sons and fled the scene as quickly as possible.

The three members of the family were silent.

Suddenly Zhong Minghao raised his head, his eyes full of tears: "Dad, I, I didn't mean it..."

Zhong Hengyuan touched his son's head and said lovingly: "Dad knows, and Daddy doesn't blame you."

Du Wenjuan walked, wiping tears all the way: "Hengyuan, what should we do with our son like this?"

Although Zhong Minghao is only 10 years old, he is a well-known celebrity.

Whether it is Daguanxiang Primary School where he studied or the light factory workers' community where he lives, people may not recognize Zhong Minghao's name.

But if you ask about the child who likes to cause trouble, throw things, curse people, and hit classmates, everyone will suddenly understand.

One more sentence: It turns out you are talking about this child.

Then with a look of disgust on his face, Taotao kept telling you the annoying things about this child.

Throwing away the neighbor's clothes, crushing the neighbor's briquettes, tearing up classmates' homework, pulling the pigtails of female classmates, suddenly yelling in class, etc...

Zhong Minghao has all the bad habits and bad habits that naughty and bad students have.

And another characteristic of Zhong Minghao is that he can switch between quiet and manic at will.

When nothing happens, he is a quiet little boy who even looks a little introverted. He always sits alone and is even a little afraid of people.

But he would suddenly attack again, start smashing things without warning, and talk dirty words. At this time, Zhong Minghao was a little bully who was not afraid of anything.

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan have been complained numerous times by teachers, neighbors, and relatives.

If the nine-year compulsory education was not protected by national law, I am afraid Zhong Minghao would have been expelled from school a hundred times.

The family walked toward their home worriedly. When they walked through East Street, they looked up and saw the white, 20-story twin buildings.

Zhong Hengyuan looked at the beautiful and tall New People's Hospital and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so beautiful and magnificent. I guess the best hospital in the country is our Vietnam-China People's Hospital, right?"

Du Wenjuan stood at the door of the hospital, looking at the lights inside and asked:

"Is the People's Hospital ready to open? Husband, how about we take our son to see a doctor?"

Zhong Hengyuan shook his head:

"Even if Xiaohao gets sick, it must be a mental illness or a neurological disease. The main departments of Yuezhong Hospital are gastroenterology, burn and plastic surgery, and endoscopy center. They are not good at treating our son's disease."

Zhong Hengyuan and Du Wenjuan firmly believe that their son has a strange disease rather than being naughty.

The couple also visited the provincial capital and Shanghai to see the doctor, but they never got a satisfactory answer, and they were never able to provide accurate treatment.

"Let's take our son to the Seventh Hospital to have a look. What if it's a mental problem?"

Du Wenjuan sighed: "You are a psychopath, my son is not!"

"Okay, okay, no, no!"

The young couple were still bickering, and Zhong Minghao, who was sitting on the bicycle bars, was cursing again:

"Shit, it's all a big pile of shit. These two buildings are just white shit. They're disgusting and they're collapsing~~~"

Zhong Hengyuan quickly quickened his pace and hurriedly left the door of Yuezhong Hospital.

On the grand day of opening a business, my son scolded me like a piece of shit. Isn't this a slap in the face?

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the new building of Yuezhong Hospital finally opened.

Chen Qi held a very grand opening ceremony, so grand that the traffic police department had to implement traffic control on East Street and prohibit vehicles from passing.

The new building of the Vietnam Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is mainly white and decorated with red satin, which makes it look particularly happy and beautiful.

The invited guests ranged from the ministry to the province, from domestic to foreign countries. Zhu Guochen, as the leader of the ministry, and Xu Guorui, as the leader of the province, both personally participated in the opening ceremony of the Vietnam Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

This level is unique among all hospitals in the country.

The two big bosses came in person, not to mention other leaders at all levels. It was definitely a gathering of cadres and it was very lively.

Representatives from major hospitals across the country also came to watch the ceremony. They said they came to watch the ceremony, but in fact they came more to gather information.

When the presidents and vice-presidents of these hospitals saw the "towering like clouds" twin towers of the hospital, the modern outpatient clinics and wards, and the most advanced medical equipment, they were all impressed.

It seems that the sourness has reached home.

If murder was not illegal, Chen Qi would have been killed countless times by his colleagues across the country with their eyes.
To be continued...