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My mom had eaten so much expired Braised Pork that it was no surprise she was having stomach issues.
She went from dinner straight through to the early hours of the morning, suffering the entire time.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, we rushed to take her to the hospital.
But my dad stood firmly at the door, leisurely saying, "It's just diarrhea; why make such a fuss in the middle of the night?"
"Zhang Chenggang, you heartless man! Can't you see I'm about to dehydrate? Are you trying to kill me on purpose?"
"When Xiaoliang was dehydrated, you said diarrhea was nothing to worry about!"
My mom trembled as she pointed at my dad, cursing him relentlessly. "You beast! It's your fault I'm like this. Even if I die, I won't let you off!"
"Stop blaming me! Who forced you to eat that meat? You were enjoying it bite by bite!"
My mom was in so much pain she could barely stand up straight, her body hunched over like a shrimp, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.
"Alright, alright, I'm not going to argue with you. For the sake of our many years together, please take me to the hospital; I can't take this pain anymore."
"You can go to the hospital, but first sign this divorce agreement. I've discussed it with the kids; they all want to stay with me."
My mom stared wide-eyed at the divorce agreement, momentarily forgetting her pain, and slapped my dad hard across the face.
With all his strength, he shouted, "You want a divorce? Not unless I’m dead!"
Then he collapsed to the ground, passing out immediately.
My mom was diagnosed with Acute Gastroenteritis, just like my brother, and she needed to stay in the hospital for three days of IV treatment.
The three of us came up with various excuses to avoid going to the hospital to take care of her.
On the first day of her hospitalization, we even went on an impromptu trip nearby.
We calculated the days so that we could pick her up on the day she was discharged.
But when we rushed back, we found that her hospital bed was already empty.
After asking a nurse, we learned that my mom had actually been discharged early.
When we got home, we discovered my mom busy in the kitchen cooking, and the whole house looked refreshed and spotless.
"Hey, you're back! Wash your hands and come eat," she called out.
Seeing my mom still looking weak, my brother couldn't help but ask, "Mom, are you feeling okay now?"
"Oh please, I've been through so much in my life. It's just a little diarrhea; what's the big deal? Now wash your hands and come eat."
"I've thought it over, and I realize I was wrong before. Let this meal be my apology to you all," she said.
Looking at the table filled with seven or eight fresh and steaming dishes, the three of us couldn't help but swallow hard; our stomachs had been growling for a while now.
As the last dish was served, we could no longer hold back and picked up our chopsticks.
However, My Mom still hadn't touched her food; instead, she kept serving Dad more dishes.
"Eat more of this dish since you love it. For all these years, I've only started eating after you. I don't deserve to eat; you should have more."
Her words sent a chill down Dad's spine, and as I looked at the strange smile on her face, I realized something was off.
But before I could even stand up, a wave of nausea hit me, and I collapsed heavily onto the dining table.
When I regained consciousness, my brother and I found ourselves lying in hospital beds.
The doctor informed us that both of us had tested positive for pesticide poisoning.
Fortunately, my brother and I hadn't eaten much, so we were mostly fine.
But Dad's condition was more serious; he was still in critical care.
When the doctor asked what we had eaten just before we fainted, my brother and I exchanged glances and turned our eyes toward Yang Yanli.
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