Sister, you miss me

At night, Dong Yongcheng sat in his studio, the room was not turned on, and the screensaver of the underwater world was playing on the computer screen.

That's right, Dong Yongcheng, a writer with a certain spirituality, got a certain return. The family rented a three-bedroom and two-living unit in the community with heating. Dong Yongcheng also has his own studio.

At this moment, he was rubbing a piece of film with his left hand, and holding a cigarette butt with his right hand that was about to burn out. The room was filled with smoke, and there were 50 cigarette butts in the huge ashtray.

This is a CT film, the result of Dong Yongcheng's inspection.

During the day, he went to the hospital for a full-body examination, and finally found a problem with his head.

It happened that Fang Jiuwen, the dean of the hospital, asked about the medical history and the film and came to a conclusion.

Dong Yongcheng's headache was caused by blood clots in his skull oppressing the central nervous system, which should be a sequelae of a car accident.

Dean Fang suggested to be hospitalized immediately and undergo surgery as soon as possible.

Dong Yongcheng asked about the success rate of the operation, and Dean Fang asked truthfully: “Because of the special location and the blood clot is surrounded by dense nerves, the success rate is only 5%.”

"Five percent?"

In the darkness, Dong Yongcheng shook his head, tears bursting into his eyes.

"There is only a 5% probability. If I do it, I will have a brain disease!" Dong Yongcheng smiled bitterly and said to himself, and immediately said: "My brain is sick."

He is not afraid of death. He shed tears because he finally improved his wife and children's lives, but this is just the beginning. Why has he turned his head and knows how to cherish it, but God no longer gives him a chance?

It turns out that there is a god who raises the head three feet. It turns out that there is a destiny in the dark. It turns out that once you have done something wrong, you will pay a price anyway.

"Old Dong."

Hearing Hu Cuihua knock on the door, Dong Yongcheng wiped his face in a hurry, hid the CT film, got up and opened the window.

"Ahem..."

Even so, Hu Cuihua couldn't hold back a cough after entering the door, and blamed: "Old Dong, you are crazy, do you want to light up the house?" As he said, he turned on the light.

"I'm sorry." Dong Yongcheng said.

"What are you doing?" Hu Cuihua laughed, and suddenly shouted: "Old Dong, your eyes are so red, you can't fight like this anymore, you have to pay attention to rest, how much money is enough, I am satisfied, we are still living. "

"Thank you." Dong Yongcheng grabbed Hu Cuihua's shoulder, looked at her eyes, and said softly.

"What are you doing so nauseously? It's an old husband and wife. You are so polite today, I'm not used to it anymore."

Dong Yongcheng smiled.

"Oh, I see, are you stuck in a certain plot, my god, are you looking for feelings?"

Dong Yongcheng nodded and smiled.

"Smooth less, open the window to ventilate, and pay attention to rest. I made a supper for you. Your favorite rice noodles with fat intestines will be served to you later."

After Hu Cuihua finished speaking, she raised her foot and walked out, but Dong Yongcheng hugged her from behind.

"What are you doing!"

Dong Yongcheng hugged very tightly, Hu Cuihua's body softened, and his breath was a little quick: "You think about it?"

"Guoguo fell asleep?"

"Ok!"

"Where is Xiaolin?"

"I haven't come back yet, I don't know if Xiao Yang is out of danger."

"Just hold it like this, hug for a while."

"Old Dong," Hu Cuihua turned around and stood face to face with Dong Yongcheng. She lifted his thin face, took off my nearsighted glasses, and kissed his smoky lips on tiptoe, and said, "Do you have What's on your mind?"

Dong Yongcheng shook his head: "No, I just think... the writers are all neurotic, I'm fine, it's so late, you call to ask where Xiaolin is, or I will pick her up, and take a look at Xiaofeng's situation. ."

Hu Cuihua smiled and said, "You are more and more like a stepfather."

"It was originally."

"I say qualified and competent." Hu Cuihua added, "I'll go out and call her, wait a moment."

After much deliberation, Dong Yongcheng made two decisions, first, not to perform surgery, and second, not to tell Hu Cuihua.

...

Hearing that Yang Feng's operation was very successful, the people who came from the south of Shun came to the nearest hotel to stay, and the local people went back to each house and looked for each mother.

When Ruan Daojia heard Bai Fusheng's report, he couldn't help but breathe out and said happily: "Worth a drink, Xiao Bai, stay with me?"

"It's a great honor," Bai Fusheng said.

The two came to a northeast tavern at the entrance of the school. The owner didn't ask at all, and directly delivered a few plates and a pot of wine.

Bai Fusheng looked at it. There were deep-fried peanuts, stewed dry, chicken feet and chicken gizzards. The jug was still warmed in a tea jar. Bai Fusheng smiled and said, "Principal, it seems that you are a frequent visitor here ."

Ruan Daojia smiled and asked instead: "I won't lose your identity!"

"Where and where, I am also a bitter child."

"Hehe, no matter how high or low, this wine must be drunk down to earth."

"What the principal said."

The boss came over: "Principal Ruan, this is the tea made by myself. It is green and pollution-free. You can try it."

"Good, good."

"You are such a big leader, and you don't have any arrogance. I have been here for 20 years and have welcomed several principals away. You are the only one who comes to me to eat. Isn't it too bad?"

"Go busy with you, Old Chen, are you driving me away?"

"Principal Ruan, eat and drink, call me if you need to." The boss said and walked away.

Ruan Daojia threw a peanut into her mouth, crunching, and said, "Xiaobai, I feel you are so happy. So, your son's grievance with Xiao Yang has ended?"

"It's all in the past. My little bastard is spoiled by me. He worships Xiao Yang so much now that he can't even hate him."

"Haha, it's a big deal."

Bai Fusheng nodded and said yes, poured northeast sorghum loose wine for the two of them, held them up and respectfully said: "Principal, Xiaobai respects you."

Bai Fusheng's mood is a bit complicated. He is not sure whether Ruan Daojia is making a show, but even if he is making a show, his righteous brother, former executive vice president Liao Shimei, disdains it.

The life of the righteous brother can be described as extravagant and extremely lustful. Smoking only smokes Great China, drinking only Feitian Maotai, those celebrities, the wine table is called brother to the righteous brother, as soon as the righteous brother enters, the brothers on the wine table are gone. .

Bai Fusheng had a lot of feelings, and he drank five coins loose wine with a sigh, and said: "It's really practical."

...

Yang Feng only woke up twenty-fourth after he was asleep, and found himself lying in the hospital. The first sentence asked: "Where is that old man?"

"brother."

"Xiao Feng."

Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian grabbed his hand from left to right, their faces mixed with joy and fatigue.

"You haven't rested?" Yang Feng couldn't help feeling guilty.

"I haven't eaten yet!" Wang Datong walked in and complained: "You, if you want to be a hero, you can't take your own life into consideration!"

"How long did I sleep?"

"Twenty-four hours," Wang Da said with a stroke.

Yang Feng cast his gaze out of the window. The courtyard was full of evergreen plants. Looking at the sky, it should be noon.

"The fourth child, I really envy you. Having a girlfriend and younger sister who cares about you so much, I don't know how many years of cultivation you have been a blessing."

"You are content!" Yang Feng said to Wang Datong, gazing across the faces of Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian.

Wang Datong said hehe: "Do you know where this is?"

"Where else can it be? It's obviously a hospital!" Yang Feng said unwillingly: "Lao Wang, my brain is not injured, can the dialogue be a bit deep?"

"So I must envy you." Wang Datong shook his head: "This is a hospital, yes, but it's not an ordinary hospital. It's not open to the public, you know."

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on some utensils in the room. He soon discovered that each item had a sticker with the words "Fixed Assets, General Logistics Department" written on it.

Yang Feng vaguely guessed that this is a military hospital.

Wang Datong was waiting for Yang Feng to ask questions, but Yang Feng just didn't ask. Wang Datong was uncomfortable. Fortunately, Yang Feng asked another question.

"How is the Liusheng Badao?"

"The animal's left eye was blown by you."

"It's cruel!" Yang Feng felt crippled after thinking about it.

"Aren't you miserable enough?" Qin Xue pouted.

"I heard that the eyeball is gone. In order to prevent the eye socket from collapsing, it is necessary to implant an artificial eye." Yang Feng said.

"You can use dog eyes instead." Wang Datong offered his insights.

"You said titanium alloy?" Yang Feng asked rhetorically.

"Titanium alloy dog ​​eyes?" Wang Datong said again, and laughed first.

At this time, there was a jumble of footsteps at the door, and Hua Ziyan walked in with a white coat with half white temples, Pu Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan followed.

Wearing a winter uniform in a white lab coat and a rank of colonel, he has a tough face and the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier.

As a result, Yang Feng's judgment was confirmed. This is a military hospital.

"Xiao Feng, let Uncle Luo do a check on you." Hua Ziyan came to the bed and said it for granted, and she made no secret of the concern in her eyes.

After Dr. Luo's examination, Yang Feng looked at Hua Ziyan and asked, "You brought me here?"

"It's Grandpa's decision." Hua Ziyan said, "Uncle Luo is always right with the chief. Blessed are you."

"Is this the legendary 301?"

Dr. Luo nodded, his facial lines softened a lot: "It's not strange to guess, but this kind of blessing is not enough."

"Is Xiao Feng awake?"

Hua Lao's deep and deep voice resounded outside the door, followed by Zhou Weiguo and Hua Lao's figures at the same time.

"Old Hua, you bother."

Seeing Hua Lao Long Xianghu stepping forward, Yang Feng was about to go to the ground.

"Don't move, don't move!" Hua Lao waved his hand again and again, expressing his nervousness.

Yang Feng nodded, leaning against the head of the bed with peace of mind.

Others stepped aside, allowing Hualao and Zhou Weiguo to have close contact with Yang Feng.

Hua Lao and Zhou Weiguo waited quietly, waiting for Dr. Luo to complete the examination.

Three minutes later, Dr. Luo put away his stethoscope and gave Yang Feng a pulse again. This tossing took another two minutes.

"Old Hua, Commander Zhou, this kid is very strong, nothing happened." With that, Dr. Luo opened the wound on Yang Feng's left shoulder: "Look, twenty-four hours ago, this was a penetrating injury, although it was stitched up. , It will definitely not scab so quickly, but what you have seen, this is clearly a physique like a monster."

"Oh, what kind of situation does this belong to?" Old Hua asked, he cared about good and bad.

Zhou Weiguo knew about it, but he didn't want everyone to know this secret, so he kept silent.

Dr. Luo said: "I can't tell the specific situation. It needs in-depth research. Normally, there are people with strong blood activity, high oxygen-carrying ability, and natural metabolism faster than ordinary people. But this kid has It can’t be described as coming soon."

"It's fine." Old Hua shook Dr. Luo's hand, "Xiao Luo, you have worked hard."

"It's fine, you talk, I'm going to see a big guy." Doctor Luo hurried away.

"Luo Luo, don't say I am here." Old Hua exhorted.

Doctor Luo looked back, smiled and made an "OK" gesture.