Fist of Imagination

Zhao Siyue was sitting at the dining table in her pajamas, holding a large white steamed bun in her hand and dipping it into condensed milk in a small plate. She took a bite of the white steamed bun and turned it around in the light yellow condensed milk.

“Old Zhao, you’re almost done with this much.

Look at your posture, you can eat half a plate of condensed milk in one bite of steamed buns. What other steamed buns do you want to eat? I'll make you a big bun filled with condensed milk tomorrow. "

The short-haired woman sitting next to Zhao Siyue, who looked particularly smart in professional attire, patted the back of his hand and rolled her eyes at him in disgust.

"He just said that he wants to lose 10 pounds this month. I would like to thank God for not gaining another 10 pounds."

Yuhan, you must not imitate your father. You will not look good if you eat fat. "

"Yeah." The high school girl sitting opposite her parents having breakfast lowered her head and continued looking at her phone.

"Xiaohan, don't listen to your mother. Girls need to be fatter to look good. Eat whatever you like. If you don't have enough pocket money, ask your dad for it."

This time there was not even a word "um". Zhao Siyue was ignored by his daughter. He laughed twice awkwardly and continued to eat his condensed milk steamed buns.

He didn't get home until after two o'clock last night. After sleeping for more than four hours, he got up and had breakfast with his wife and daughter.

Some people say that social animals have to wake up twice a day, once in the morning when the body wakes up to go to work, and once when the soul wakes up after get off work to live.

In the past few months, several projects in the company have entered a critical period. When Zhao Yiyue came home every day, his wife and daughter were already asleep, and no one wanted to live with him.

Only during breakfast at seven o'clock in the morning can the family of three sit together and chat. Of course, his daughter basically didn't answer his words.

Despite this, Zhao Yiyue still got up first and had breakfast every day, then went back to his room to sleep for an hour or two before going to work.

"I went to school."

Zhao Siyue's daughter put down her chopsticks, picked up her schoolbag with a cat doll on it, and walked out of the house.

"Xiaohan, there are many electric vehicles on the road. You must pay attention to safety when riding. Be careful."

Zhao Siyue turned around with the steamed buns and shouted loudly, but as usual, she received no answer from her daughter.

The door closed, Zhao Siyue's wife stood up and cleared the table, and her right hand accidentally touched the blue bracelet on Zhao Siyue's left wrist.

She lowered her head and saw that it was a big bracelet, like a glass ashtray with the bottom pierced. No wonder it hurt when touched.

"Not bad, Lao Zhao. I bought a new mobile phone last month, and a new bracelet this month. At first glance, it looks like a big, dark, and thick business model from a rich man. Isn't it cheap?"

Zhao Siyue was used to lying low at home. A fat man weighing more than 200 pounds smiled shyly at his wife and said: "The medical bracelet made by a friend's company for measuring heart rate only costs 99.6 yuan. I Lao Zhao is diligent and thrifty in managing his family and never spends money frivolously, Madam, please rest assured."

"The medical bracelet is only ninety-nine and six yuan? Are you lying to me?" Mrs. Zhao gently pinched the flesh of Zhao Yiyue's face, pulled it, and said viciously: "Sooner or later, I will find out all your private money. "

She put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, washed her hands, picked up her commuting bag, and walked to the entrance.

"I'm going to work. You can have a good sleep. The lunch box is in the refrigerator. I made vegetarian meatballs and sweet-scented osmanthus meat for you. Remember to take it when you go out."

Zhao Siyue held up the steamed buns and clasped his hands together:

"Thank you, madam, for your kindness. Madam, please walk slowly."

…

It was almost ten o'clock when Zhao arrived at the company in April. At ten-thirty, several important customers came over for a preliminary communication meeting.

In fact, the early communication meeting had nothing to do with him. He knew the basic things and the quotation market operations, that is, the customer had to talk to the technical director face to face when calling.

In fact, customers know a lot about customers. None of the important customers who asked him to participate in the early communication were knowledgeable. They always asked meaningless questions, so Director Zhao could only patiently tell them something that seemed to have some meaning. answer.

In fact, many times, Party A simply doesn’t know what it wants.

But there is no way, whoever gives the money is the father.

Your father may not necessarily give you money, but Party A will give you more or less.

So Director Zhao decided to spend half an hour on this meaningless preliminary communication meeting. He sat in the conference room ten minutes early and tapped his fingers on the table in boredom.

after awhile.

"Where are the people? Why haven't they come yet?" Zhao Siyue asked a young man in charge.

The original meeting time was 10:30, but now it's 10:40, and there's still no sign of dad.

Where did dad go?

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Huang and Mr. Xia suddenly have something to do, so we will be about ten minutes late..."

"Fine."

Zhao Siyue sat for a while and felt his chest was a little tight. He picked up the paper cup and drank the third cup of tasteless tea. The curtains behind him shook, and a cold wind seemed to blow in from outside, making him feel particularly uncomfortable.

At this time, the blue bracelet on his wrist suddenly vibrated, blue with red, and flashed rapidly.

Zhao April's cell phone vibrated at the same time. He opened the 996ICU bracelet app and saw that the entire interface was warning red.

"Warning! Coronary artery ischemia, arrhythmia... It is expected that acute myocardial infarction will occur in 2 hours or at the latest within 5 hours. Please seek medical attention immediately!"

"Take a leave for me, I have to go to the hospital."

Zhao Siyue immediately left the conference room without thinking, walked to her office, took out the always-prepared aspirin, swallowed two tablets, and put a tablet of nitroglycerin under her tongue.

After experiencing hair loss and regeneration, he has a trust in the products developed by Liang De Company that goes beyond common sense.

What he was thinking about now was not whether the bracelet's diagnosis was accurate, but how to save his life.

Fortunately, Zhao Siyue had a plan for acute illness. After all, he was a steady man weighing more than 200 pounds who would buy several similar insurance policies to supplement each other.

"Two hours, that's not enough time."

He took his ID card, medical card, medical record book and 10,000 cash from the office and put them in his briefcase. He changed into a pair of sneakers and walked to the elevator. He walked hurriedly, and the cat doll pendant on the briefcase shook rapidly.

The elevator door opened, and the operations director came out with two bald men he had never seen before.

"Boss Zhao, the meeting is about to start. Where are you going?"

"I'm not feeling well. I need to go to the hospital."

Zhao Siyue walked into the elevator with her bag. The operations director quickly grabbed his hand and whispered:

"Old Zhao, it's rare for Boss Huang and Boss Xia to come. The initial communication meeting is not long. I don't think you have any big problems. Just overcome it for the sake of work."

Zhao Siyue shook off the operations director's hand, her eyes were red.

"I'll overcome your mother!"

Zhao Siyue entered the elevator, tried to calm his breathing and emotions, went to the underground garage to get the car and drove to the Second Municipal Hospital in the North District.

It only takes fifteen minutes if there is no traffic jam. It's in time.

Zhao Siyue called his wife as soon as he got in the car.

"Xiuying, please take a leave and come to the Second Municipal Hospital, the emergency department. I may need a small operation, and I need my family's signature."

"What operation? Lao Zhao, are you okay? Where are you now?"

"I'm in the car. It's fifteen minutes to the hospital. It's okay. It doesn't have to be operated on. It's just a minor problem. Don't worry.

You can take a day off. If the examination shows that there's nothing wrong, let's go to the park next to the Second Municipal Hospital and have lunch and dinner together. Don't tell Xiaohan, she's still in class."

He heard his wife's crying voice on the other end of the phone, and comforted her:

"It's really okay, just a minor problem. Otherwise, can I drive to the hospital by myself and call you? If you don't see me when you come, just listen to the doctor. Don't worry."

Seventeen minutes later, Zhao Siyue stopped the car and walked to the door of the emergency department of the Second Municipal Hospital. Suddenly, his chest hurt, his stomach felt like it was on fire, and his throat was indescribably nauseous.

"Doctor, I..."

He swayed and leaned to the right against the glass door of the emergency department.