70s rebirth daily

"Is there something growing in my stomach?" Song Fengchen stopped drinking water.

"Yes." Zhou Haochang nodded.

What happened was not Zhou Haochang himself, but an old classmate of his, Wen Tingwen, the current director of the Yang City Revolutionary Committee, who is also his immediate boss and the number one leader of Yang City.

Zhou Haochang was able to sit in his current position, thanks to Wen Tingwen's efforts.

Zhou Haochang glanced at Song Fengchen, and said truthfully: "After my son woke up, he has not been in good health, and he will get sick every now and then. I am worried that it is because of the previous incident that he has some sequelae, so I deliberately Ask for leave and take him to the city hospital."

There, Zhou Haochang and his son met Wen Tingwen's son Wen Aidang by chance, and only then did they learn that Wen Tingwen was seriously ill and hospitalized.

As a subordinate and old classmate, Zhou Haochang should visit anyway.

In the ward, he met Wen Tingwen.

Recalling the scene at that time, Zhou Haochang's scalp was numb, and he gestured: "He is lying on the hospital bed, as thin as a hemp stick, and his belly is bigger than that of a full-term pregnant woman who is pregnant with triplets, but he is full of energy. Very good head."

"Warm Aidang said that his illness was a bit strange. A month ago, he was still fine. At first, he thought he had gained weight, but within half a month, his stomach suddenly grew wildly. It was only seven or eight days old. The kung fu has become like this..."

Zhou Haochang finished speaking in one breath, and then slowed down: "The general situation is like this, and I don't want to ask too many questions."

Zhou Haochang chatted with Wen Tingwen for a while, and before leaving, Wen Aidang suddenly noticed Zhou Maoxing who was beside Zhou Haochang.

"They knew about my son's situation, and there was nothing wrong with the relationship between our two families, so I told them the whole story."

Wen Tingwen and his son fell silent on the spot, and just when Zhou Haochang was hesitating, Wen Aidang suddenly spoke.

Zhou Haochang had a sincere face, and his tone was a little helpless: "He asked me to ask you to see Director Wen, and said that no matter whether you succeed or fail, you will be rewarded afterwards."

Song Fengchen frowned, and hit the nail on the head: "They say that if you don't do anything wrong with your conscience, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Tell me, what kind of wicked thing Wen Tingwen did, or else you wouldn't be so guilty that you should invite me!"

Song Fengchen's words were not polite, but Zhou Haochang was dumbfounded, and he mumbled for a long time before he said: "Director Wen is from the rebel faction."

Speaking of this, Zhou Haochang inevitably had a complicated expression.Back then, Wen Tingwen was an ordinary worker just like him. Later, when a great turmoil broke out, Wen Tingwen, as a fanatical revolutionary supporter, led a group of workers and students to seize the power of the city government. Location.

Compared to Wen Tingwen, who is arrogant and unscrupulous, what his son Zhou Maoxing committed can only be regarded as a minor incident.

But who made Zhou Haochang one of those chickens and dogs who followed Wen Tingwen to heaven after he attained Taoism.

Song Fengchen understood.

The boss of the Chen family was in a daze. He didn't care what kind of person Wen Tingwen was. He only knew that even the director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee had asked Song Fengchen to come here. One can imagine how capable his third uncle was.

He directly ignored that it was not the Wen family who came to the door at this moment, but Zhou Haochang.

Seeing that Song Fengchen was indifferent, the boss of the Chen family became anxious, and he asked, "Third Uncle?"

What else is there to hesitate about?

Promise to cure that director Wen, if you want money and fame, what a wonderful thing!

He will always remember in his heart that when Song Fengchen was open-mouthed and silent, Zhou Haochang gave him 200 yuan and a lot of receipts.When he was the captain of the production brigade, his subsidy for two years was not so much.

How could Song Fengchen not think of things that the boss of the Chen family could think of.

He is not short of money now, especially since he still has a large field of wild Dendrobium candidum in his hands.

What he lacks are connections and the chance to make a name for himself.

Regardless of who Wen Tingwen is, firstly, it is for Zhou Haochang's face; secondly, no matter whether things are successful or not, there is no harm to him.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen said, "Okay, I'll walk with you."

Zhou Haochang smiled, and said repeatedly: "The situation is urgent, Comrade Song, do you think we should leave now?"

Song Fengchen nodded, and after being reminded by Zhou Haochang, he packed up a few changes of clothes, and then asked the boss of the Chen family and the cowpen to talk, and then sat on the back seat of Zhou Haochang's bicycle.

When it landed again, it was already in Yang City, more than 100 miles away from Yuexi Village.

This place is far more prosperous and rich than Dongxian County.It was already sunset, and there were people coming and going on the road, bullock carts, bicycles, and buses. There were no cars, but occasionally one or two large trucks roared by.

Zhou Haochang took Song Fengchen directly to the hospital.

Finding Wen Tingwen's ward with ease, Zhou Haochang raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a black-faced middle-aged man. He looked Zhou Haochang and the two up and down: "Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for Director Wen." While talking, Zhou Haochang looked into the ward, where people from number seven and eight were tightly surrounding the bed.

"Come in!" The black-faced middle-aged man turned sideways.

Zhou Haochang nodded his thanks, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard the voice of Warm Aidang: "Doctor He, how is my father's illness?"

The middle-aged man called Dr. He looked at Wen Tingwen's chest X-ray photo in his hand, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with absolute certainty: "If there is no wrong diagnosis, Director Wen's condition should be relatively rare. From this chest X-ray, Director Wen's situation is a bit complicated. To be honest, I have been practicing medicine for more than [-] years, and I have never encountered such a large liposarcoma."

Warm Aidang frowned: "Then, according to Doctor Yihe, what should be the treatment?"

"Surgical resection can be done directly." Dr. He said directly: "Considering the actual situation and many uncertain factors, Dr. Xu who came to consult with the military hospital and I have written a pre-operative plan in advance. I believe that as long as you prepare Sufficient enough to minimize the risk of surgery.”

Warm Aidang only asked: "I don't know how sure Dr. He is that he can perform this operation?"

Dr. He did not hesitate: "Eighty percent."

"Okay." It was Wen Tingwen who spoke, leaning his back on two piled-up pillows, his face could barely see any flesh, as if it was covered with a thin layer of bluish-black skin.

He said unhurriedly: "Dr. He is an expert in this field, and we don't know much about these things. But since you have said so, Dr. He, I will leave the surgery to Dr. He."

Dr. He said repeatedly: "It should be, then I will go down and prepare for the operation."

Wen Tingwen nodded without putting on airs, "Please trouble Dr. He."

Warm Aidang turned to see Dr. He, and then saw Zhou Haochang and the two at the door. He was taken aback: "Uncle Zhou... this is Comrade Song Fengchen and Song you mentioned?"

Zhou Haochang responded, and looked at Song Fengchen subconsciously. He invited people over in such a hurry, but the Wen family had already found a doctor and decided to have an operation.

Song Fengchen had no expression on his face, his eyes shifted from Wen Tingwen to a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit standing on the left side of the hospital bed, but he was startled.

Facing Song Fengchen's gaze, the middle-aged man in the Chinese tunic suit nodded slightly, and then looked at Wen Tingwen, "Director Wen, it's already getting so late, we won't bother you. Come back tomorrow to see you. I wish you a successful operation."

Wen Tingwen said with a smile: "Thank you Comrade Chen for your good words. Since you have said so, then I will not keep you. Love the party and send Comrade Chen for me."

"Hey!" Wen Aidang nodded in response, "Comrade Chen, please!"

The dozen or so people in the ward left in an instant.

Only then did Wen Tingwen turn his head to look at Song Fengchen and the two. Like Wen Aidang, he was surprised at Song Fengchen's youth, but he didn't show it on his face.He said: "Brother Zhou, I have waited for you... this is Comrade Song, please come here for me."

Between the words, it was as if what happened just now had never happened at all.

His tone was very sincere, but Song Fengchen could see arrogance from his face.

That's right, who is Wen Tingwen, the leader of Yang City, a snake-like existence.As for Song Fengchen, a countryman, although he has some skills, he can only hide it and dare not expose it to the public.

Wen Tingwen was determined that Song Fengchen would not dare to disobey him.

"Since Comrade Song is here, why do you think I'm sick?"

Song Fengchen grinned in his heart, but he could only do what he wanted.

He opened his mouth perfunctorily, but with a serious face: "I think what Dr. He said makes sense."

Wen Tingwen didn't doubt that he was there, and he was completely relieved, as expected, he was thinking too much: "That's good, that's good!"

Song Fengchen didn't want to stay longer, and Wen Tingwen was going to have an operation soon, so Zhou Haochang exchanged some simple greetings with him, and said goodbye decisively.

Before leaving, Song Fengchen also received a big red envelope from the Warm Ai Party, which was called hard work.

After leaving the gate of the hospital, Zhou Haochang slowed down, "I ran back and forth for two days, but this sentence is the end of the matter?"

With that said, Zhou Haochang turned his head to look at Song Fengchen, who took out the red envelope given by the Warm Love Party and threw it into the trash can.

"Eh?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "This is Mr. Song Fengchen, Mr. Song, who has long admired his name!"