Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

Chapter 420 It’s all my fault

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Jiang Xinghui stood there like a piece of wood, not moving an inch from beginning to end, just silently enduring his father's fists that rained down like raindrops.

After his father stopped, Jiang Xinghui told them the reason why he came to see them.

"Dad, the doctor just came over and asked me to go through the discharge procedures, but my sister is in this state now..."

Mother Jiang felt sorry for her son. She looked at Jiang Xinghui, who had a bruised face, and wiped her tears while answering,

"The doctor just told us that the girl needs to see a professional psychologist in her condition, and psychological problems cannot be cured in a day or two. Now there are a large group of reporters outside, which not only brings inconvenience to the hospital, but also is not good for the girl's recovery. The doctor suggested that we transfer to another hospital today."

But it is not easy to transfer to another hospital and find a suitable doctor in such a hurry!

Not to mention that in this big city, they can't even find their way to the hospital gate. The financial difficulties their family is facing now are enough to make them anxious.

Those debt collectors are like time bombs. They will come to your door every two or three days to collect the debt.

Their ferocious looks would only scare the girl given her current condition, which would make her condition worse. So it was impossible for her to go home. Home was not a place suitable for her to recuperate in peace.

But after leaving the hospital, where can the girl go?

The family of three stood silently in the room, looking at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and confusion.

What's more, there is a large group of reporters waiting at the hospital entrance with a covetous look in their eyes, waiting for the girl to show up. Then they will swarm over, taking pictures frantically with their cameras, just to get the first-hand news for their reports.

How can the girl withstand such torture in her current physical condition?

Although the family was very aware of the problem, they felt powerless to do anything.

Time seemed to have stood still, and the small stairwell was filled with a heavy and depressing atmosphere, making it almost hard to breathe.

Jiang Xinghui thought that it was because of the disaster he had caused that his sister was now in such a situation where she could not return home.

Regret surged into his heart like a tide, and he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped himself hard in the face.

All I heard was a crisp "bang" sound, and the loud slap echoed in the silent space, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky.

Seeing this, Mother Jiang reached out and tightly grasped her son's arm, which was about to be raised again. Her voice became sharp due to anxiety.

"Xinghui, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide open, full of distress and concern, tears welled up uncontrollably and slid down her cheeks.

Father Jiang, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. His tone was filled with anger and disappointment.

"Don't stop him! If it weren't for this bastard, how could our family end up in this situation?"

Hearing his father's words, Jiang Xinghui's arm, which was originally held by his mother, suddenly struggled and unexpectedly got rid of the restraint.

Then he raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face. The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the small stairwell.

"Mom, please don't stop me. This is all my fault. I am not a human being. I am sorry for you and Dad, for the little girl, and even more so for our family..."

As Jiang Xinghui spoke, he continued to slap himself in the face, one slap after another, and each slap seemed to use up all his strength.

"It's all my fault. I caused this family to suffer so much..."

His words, accompanied by loud slaps, echoed in the stairwell.

Mother Jiang, who was standing by, had already burst into tears. She leaned weakly against the wall, her body trembling slightly, watching her son punish himself in a self-mutilating manner.