TVSFPAG -Chapter 109 I’ve Been Enduring This Dog for a Long Time

Song Yunfei knew he would say that.

“Dad, I’ve already asked around. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you can live for a long time.”

“You don’t need to worry about the money.” She took out her phone, having already combined the more than 300,000 yuan from Chu Jinhan with her own 200,000 yuan.

This made the amount look substantial and would help ease their concerns.

“Look.”

Both of them took a look. Mrs. Song was first surprised, then worried. “Th-this much money? Yunfei, you just graduated—what kind of project did you do to earn this? You must not do anything illegal!”

Song Yunfei said, “Mom, don’t worry. It’s a legitimate project with a formal contract. And this is only the initial payment. There will be a final payment after the project is completed, so you really don’t need to worry about money at all.”

Song Dashan still insisted on not going. “I’m not going. Going through all that suffering… I heard you even have to wear a urine bag. I’d rather die cleanly than go through that. Keep the money for yourself, live a good life with your mom—don’t waste it on me.”

The old man’s stubbornness almost made Song Yunfei want to throw up blood in frustration.

Why are some elderly people so stubborn?

She took a deep breath and patiently continued persuading him. “Dad, don’t be so pessimistic. I’ve already consulted specialists. There are many treatment options. Let’s just go take a look, okay?”

“Stop messing around. Are you trying to have me die in the hospital?”

Song Yunfei had no choice but to persist. “Dad, why do you keep saying that? I already said we’ll just go take a look first. I’m still young—I can earn money again if I spend it. But if a person is gone, then everything is truly gone.”

“You raised me to this age—don’t you want to see me get married and have children? Don’t you want to hear your grandchild call you ‘grandfather’?”

These words seemed to touch Song Dashan. He fell silent, though his expression remained stubborn.

Song Yunfei then turned her pleading gaze to Mrs. Song, hoping she would help persuade him.

Mrs. Song’s eyes were already moist. Seeing her daughter’s look, she wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

“Old Song, our daughter is right… let’s go and take a look. Let’s hear what the doctors say. Even if there really is no cure, we’ll accept it. We can’t leave our daughter with a burden in her heart.”

Song Dashan lifted his cloudy eyes, looking at both Song Yunfei and his wife.

Seeing their reddened eyes and reluctance to part, his heart eventually softened.

After a long silence, Song Dashan let out a long, weary sigh and finally spoke in a hoarse voice, “Alright… I’ll listen to you. We’ll go and take a look.”

The tension in Song Yunfei’s heart finally eased, and she let out a breath of relief.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll leave tomorrow and go to the provincial oncology hospital. I heard it’s very professional.”

Mrs. Song said, “Then you take your father. There’s still grain at home that hasn’t been harvested—I’ll stay behind and finish collecting the rice from those two fields.”

Song Yunfei said helplessly, “Mom, why are you still thinking about harvesting grain at a time like this? You should come with us. I’m afraid I won’t be able to take good care of Dad.”

At this moment, Mrs. Song’s stubbornness also surfaced. “You go first. The rice was grown with so much effort—if we don’t harvest it and it rains, it’ll all be ruined.”

“……”

In the end, Song Yunfei spent quite some time persuading Mrs. Song as well.

Finally, they decided that all three of them would go together. After the treatment plan was confirmed, Mrs. Song would stay behind to take care of Song Dashan, while Song Yunfei would return home to harvest the rice.

She also considered that it would be more convenient for Mrs. Song to take care of him. Although she could also help, truthfully, she still hadn’t reached that level of closeness with her parents.

Deep down, she still felt some resistance. Perhaps only after spending more time together would she fully accept this relationship—just like she did with Chu Jinhan.

Thinking of Chu Jinhan, Song Yunfei quickly took out her phone to check.

He hadn’t sent her any messages.

After refreshing, she realized it was due to poor signal—there was only one bar of reception.

She took her phone outside, where the signal improved slightly to three bars.

After refreshing, the messages finally came through.

Chu Jinhan hadn’t sent much—just asking whether she had finished work.

Helpless, Song Yunfei had to move a table outside, set up her laptop, and connect to her phone’s hotspot to work.

Wu Wei’s computer had no software installed at all, so she had to reinstall everything.

If it weren’t for Song Dashan’s illness, honestly, she wouldn’t have wanted to come back at all.

No water heater for bathing, no wired internet, barely any signal, and even the restroom was outside near the pigpen. There were mosquitoes everywhere.

When chatting with Chu Jinhan, messages took a delay of one or two minutes to arrive.

During the remaining time, she was busy swatting mosquitoes.

Even mosquito coils didn’t help much—there were still a few that slipped through and bit her.

After finishing the software installation, Song Yunfei went back inside to sleep.

The bed was also a simple frame bed, paired with a yellowed mosquito net. There were holes in it—likely burned by mosquito coils or cigarette ash.

Fortunately, the original owner hadn’t tricked Chu Jinhan into coming to such a place—otherwise, the outcome might have been even worse.

The next morning, she was woken up by mosquito bites. When she got up and checked, her arms and legs were covered in welts.

Fortunately, after breakfast, they would be heading to the provincial city, so she wouldn’t have to suffer like this anymore.

After packing up, the family of three left the village. But before leaving, Mrs. Song still needed to store the harvested grain indoors.

Song Yunfei, feeling utterly drained, helped load the grain and used all her strength to drag the nylon sacks into the house.

She had no choice but to take another shower afterward.

By the time they left, it was already close to 10:30 a.m. They reached the town by 11:00, ate a meal while waiting for the bus, then took a bus to the county town, and transferred to another bus heading to the provincial city. By the time they arrived, the outpatient clinic had already closed, so they could only register for the next day.

Song Yunfei booked a hotel and continued working on her drawings in the hotel.

On the other side, Bai Yu was driving. By now, he had already covered over 200 kilometers.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but say, “Can you put that dog down somewhere?”

Yes—Chu Jinhan had brought a dog along for the trip.

Bai Yu had been enduring this dog for a long time.

Last time it had urinated on his shoe—he still remembered that grudge. Now it had even climbed onto the seat, and he had reached his limit.

Chu Jinhan glanced at the dog lying beside him and said calmly, “It jumped up there on its own.”

If the location hadn’t been so remote, Bai Yu would have already bought plane tickets.

But based on the IP address he had traced, flying would have been even more troublesome. Compared to squeezing onto buses, he would rather drive.

Earlier on the road, the two of them had reviewed the situation. Song Yunfei didn’t seem like someone who was ill.

Moreover, even if she needed treatment, there was no reason to travel so far away.

However, it was still uncertain whether it might be due to some special constitution. The best way was to go in person and confirm.

Especially for Chu Jinhan—Song Yunfei had previously asked him many strange questions, such as questions about terminal illness and death.

And now she had secretly run off so far away on her own—anyone would overthink it.

Chu Jinhan looked at the dog beside him, which seemed a bit motion-sick, his expression growing increasingly serious. His fingers unconsciously tightened.