Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 110 Five

The winter in Boston in the United States is not the kind of dry and cold in the domestic capital, but a kind of damp and cold.

But what is better than the UK is that it is not close to the sea, the latitude is low, and there is more or less sunshine.

Today is a rare fine weather.

From coming here last winter to this winter, this is already the second winter that Su Jingcheng has spent in this land of America.

Even though technology is advancing, in the long development period, the overall medical level of the United States is still ahead of China in some fields, especially in the highly sensitive organs of the human body.

After a long period of recuperation, numerous consultations and various large and small operations, Su Jingcheng's brain congestion was finally cleared up in this operation.

Relatively different from domestic ones, foreign medical solutions pay more attention to humanity and nature, support the patient's spiritual will and trust the body's self-regulation.

So after the last operation was stable, they suggested that Su Jingcheng's caregivers could push him to bask in the sun on the hospital's lawn.

Su Jingcheng was regarded as a pillar figure of the Su family in the past, even if Mr. Su was so angry that he almost didn't lose his temper after knowing that Su Jingcheng had handed over all his property to Shen Zhuo, he still didn't ignore this grandson, but still sent him He recruited a few of his old subordinates, found a few professional nurses, and sent Lin along.

The current Su family is already in turmoil. Su Qin died in another country, the Su family collapsed, Su Ge was involved in a lawsuit, and Mr. Su also retired, leaving only Su Jingcheng's uncle alone to support him. It has become more and more difficult in recent days.

Few people don't know how capable Su Jingcheng is. Whether it's because of some kind of family affection or for the sake of the future of the Su family, Mr. Su can't just let go.

In order to let Su Jingcheng get a good treatment, and because he is in a foreign land, Mr. Su cut off Su Jingcheng's contact with China very decisively. Even Lin, who has been with Su Jingcheng for many years, greeted him in advance and could not disclose anything that happened in China to him.

Especially about Shen Zhuo.

Su Jingcheng gave Shen Zhuo all his soldiers and generals, Ma Liang, but what he did not expect was to reserve some spare talents for himself, and his main problem was in the brain, so the attending doctor also advised him to reduce external stimuli such as video and audio Under the joint persuasion, Su Jingcheng's only communication interface is Lin.

Just like one person asking persistently with his dull eyes open, and the other answering duplicity with his eyes closed, Lin is deeply involved in this routine, and the true biography of Mr. Su and Su Jingcheng has never been discovered by Su Jingcheng.

——Including Shen Zhuo suddenly disappeared from the world not long ago, and handed over all "Yiyu" to a person who had never heard of the name to take care of it.

The last operation was very successful. Su Jingcheng's attending doctor just talked with Lin not long ago, saying that the patient's will to survive is very tenacious, and he himself has a good desire to recover. This is a very good attitude and is very helpful for recovery.

Lin became more and more worried.

The time to remove the bandages on Su Jingcheng's eyes and head is not far away. On the one hand, he is worried about Su Jingcheng's recovery, and on the other hand, he is even more afraid that when Su Jingcheng recovers, he returns to the country and finds that Shen Zhuo is gone...

He shuddered, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Except for a few bodyguards and nurses sent by Mr. Su, he has been accompanying Su Jingcheng in and out of the operating room this year, and he communicated with Su Jingcheng on some very important matters.

Lin has been working as an assistant with Su Jingcheng for many years, and he is quite familiar with Su Jingcheng's work rhythm, and the communication between the two is very efficient.

He slowly discovered that when Shen Zhuo was not by Su Jingcheng's side, his boss slowly returned to his previous unrestrained, reckless and decisive image.

Even if he couldn't see it, Su Jingcheng's aura never seemed to weaken a little bit. He was still very sharp. During the period when his health was slowly recovering, he would listen to Wall Street's closing data when he was free, and was already re-planning an investment. company.

Business is not easy these days, and finance is even more difficult, but Lin has never seen any hesitation or hesitation in this person.

Since arriving in the United States, Lin never took the initiative to mention Shen Zhuo to Su Jingcheng, and just when he was worried that Su Jingcheng would keep asking him about Shen Zhuo, he found that Su Jingcheng did not do so either.

Su Jingcheng would not always ask about Shen Zhuo, he would only casually say, "How is he this month?"

Lin was worried about Shen Zhuo's question at the beginning, but later he found that Su Jingcheng would only ask this question once a month, so he was relieved and told him about Shen Zhuo's whereabouts for a month.

Su Jingcheng didn't know how to comment after listening, so he listened to the doctor's words very quietly and went to rest.

Until eight months ago, Lin's monthly summary of Shen Zhuo turned into a monthly summary based on imagination.

He made up the rules and regulations, gave full play to his imagination, and even made a draft in advance, trying to be in line with Shen Zhuo's own personality.

People who are sick are inherently fragile, and there are no other communication tools, so Su Jingcheng has no doubts.

As time passed, Lin gradually thought that Su Jingcheng would soon forget about Shen Zhuo.

He has been around this man for so long, and he is also a man, so men's feelings always come and go quickly, and Su Jingcheng doesn't seem like a long-term lover at all.

Maybe, he thought, he'd have a chance sooner or later.

"Boss, Uncle Zhao said that the old man has delivered some fruits you like to eat from China."

Lin gently pushed open the door of the ward, walked in, put a few washed fresh fruits on the table next to Su Jingcheng's bed, looked at the human being on the bed, and said, "It's sunny outside today, I'll push you out for a walk ?”

Su Jingcheng was still covered with heavy bandages from his eyes to his forehead, and he still had a few pieces of paper for the blind that Lin had brought for him, on which were the latest strings of Wall Street stock price data.

After hearing Lin's words, he handed Lin the set of data that he re-marked: "You buy this one tomorrow, buy it according to my value, throw it away after it doubles, and then buy it again after 13 hours. Double it and throw it away, and it has been doing this for the past four days. Got it?"

"Remember, boss." Lin subconsciously stretched out his hands to take the data, and asked again, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Go out and bask in the sun, it's going to be moldy." Su Jingcheng stretched out his right hand and pulled the quilt off his body. He had already finished his fluid transfusion today, so he didn't have an infusion tube in his hand, so he could go out on his own.

"Be careful!" Lin quickly reached out to support Su Jingcheng, "Wait a moment, I will push the wheelchair over."

Su Jingcheng frowned, nodded and said, "En."

Although due to timely treatment, Su Jingcheng's left hand was still seriously injured, especially after the second hand injury completely destroyed his left hand's ability to bear weight. According to the current doctor, this irreversible injury will accompany him in the days to come. the rest of my life.

The wheelchair was placed in the corner of the room, Lin quickly pushed it over, and then reached out to support Su Jingcheng: "Boss, the doctor said that you have just had an operation, and it is safer to travel in a wheelchair recently, please bear with it."

There were also two nurses in the room, and together with Lin, they placed Su Jingcheng properly in the wheelchair, and then took the elevator to the lawn in front of the hospital.

This hospital was specially selected by Mr. Su for Su Jingcheng. It is famous for its medical level and humanized procedures. The leisure area for patients is like a small park in the hospital.

This is the time when the sun is at its best, and the warm but not glaring light of winter is slowly falling from the clouds and falling on Su Jingcheng's side face.

Lin slowly pushed him forward behind him, and suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

Not because of other emotional factors, but just because of Su Jingcheng himself.

He still remembered that when he first came to the Su Clan to work as Su Jingcheng's assistant, Su Jingcheng was handsome and tall, wearing a well-tailored and reasonably tailored suit, rich and elegant.

If there is a meeting, Su Jingcheng will take off the suit, leaving only the shirt inside, through a thin layer of fabric, you can clearly feel Su Jingcheng's strong muscle lines inside the shirt, healthy and handsome.

And now...

Lin will always remember that when he just helped Su Jingcheng into the wheelchair, all he grabbed was the thin and bony skeleton, with a few traces of flesh sticking to it, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

In less than a year, this man has already lost weight extremely fast.

And obviously the conditions and food in the hospital are very good, in order not to make Su Jingcheng suffer, the treatment plan chosen is the least painful for the patient.

"Wow! Uncle, that's my ball!"

Lin lowered his head and silently looked at Su Jingcheng in the wheelchair, but was interrupted by a very crisp child's voice after a while.

He and Su Jingcheng stood at the junction of two paths in the garden, and at this time there was a small round ball lying under Su Jingcheng's feet.

As soon as Lin looked up, he saw on the other side of the path, a boy in a bright yellow padded jacket running towards this side.

He was about to squat down to help the little boy pick up the ball, but when he saw the person walking behind the child, he froze in place.

I was stunned for a long time, until the little boy who was as round as a small ball ran up to him and stood still, raised his face high, and pouted as if a little aggrieved: "Uncle, you blocked me!" the ball."

Naturally, Su Jingcheng couldn't see what was happening in front of him, but only heard what the little boy said. He didn't know that Lin had walked in front of him, so he thought he was blocking his ball, so he smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, uncle can't see it." Su Jingcheng instructed after finishing speaking, "Lin, help him pick up the ball."

"...Okay, boss." Lin squatted down almost stiffly, picked up the ball under Su Jingcheng's feet, then handed it to the little boy in front of him, and said in a slow tone, "Here, kid."

"Leather! Ball!" The little boy hugged his leather ball well, without even looking at Lin and Su Jingcheng, he turned his head and ran away happily.

"Wait." The man following the little boy reached out and grabbed the nape of his neck, turned him back, and said gently, "Clay, you haven't said thank you to the two uncles yet."

The little boy only reached the man's waist, and he obediently carried him back. When the big one and the small one turned around at the same time, Lin's eyes happened to meet the man opposite him.

One eye was full of smiles, while the other was full of shock.

Lin subconsciously looked at Su Jingcheng who was sitting in a wheelchair.

With just one glance, I saw that Su Jingcheng seemed to be frozen in the wheelchair, a pair of dull eyes locked forward blankly, but saw nothing.

His badly injured left and right hands clenched the armrest of the wheelchair in front of him tightly, and his fingers were blue and white.

"Shen Zhuo?!"

In the next second, Su Jingcheng forcefully supported himself to stand up from the wheelchair, and reached forward to grab the person in front of him.

The wheelchair fell to the ground with a hoarse crashing sound, but Su Jingcheng's outstretched hand only touched the silly little boy standing in front of him.

The chubby little boy was startled by Su Jingcheng, and he spoke a long string of English. It took him a long time to return to Chinese, he broke free from Su Jingcheng's hand and ran back to hug the man who came with him: "Dadyy, Who is he? He's scary!"

Lin stared at Shen Zhuo, who was less than two meters away from him, but saw him showing a smiling face, stretching out his hand and gently patted the boy's shoulder: "Probably misidentified, this uncle can't see, we don't want to talk to him Calculate it, okay?"

The little boy still looked a little scared, but still nodded obediently, hugged his little ball and retreated behind Shen Zhuo, without saying a word.

Su Jingcheng stood there almost in a panic, Lin hurried over to help him lift the wheelchair up, trying to help him sit back down again.

Su Jingcheng was very determined this time, he maintained his standing posture, stubbornly trying to find Shen Zhuo's position with his dark eyes: "Do you have... a child?"

Shen Zhuo smiled softly, and Lin saw that he took out a cotton mask from his pocket, put it on his face lightly, and then stretched out his hand to pull the fabric apart, keeping the mask at a certain distance from his mouth to ensure The sound is clear.

"Sir, I'm afraid you have made a mistake..."

There was some sincere apology in Shen Zhuo's voice, "My wife and I have been living in the United States for about ten years. Look, the children are already this old."

Lin supported Su Jingcheng, and could clearly feel his trembling body and rapid breathing.

Through a layer of mesh, the voice finally lost its authenticity. Lin saw that Shen Zhuo's expression was peaceful and warm, and even his eyes were peaceful.

He smiled again: "Is your friend and I have similar voices?"

Su Jingcheng took a deep breath, sat down on the wheelchair again with a pale complexion, and said after a long time: "The first sentence is really similar...your voice is thicker and deeper than his. But it does resemble his .”

"I remember so clearly, the relationship between you and your friend seems to be good."

Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to touch the little boy hiding behind him, and said softly.

Su Jingcheng paused for a moment, then nodded: "He is my lover."

A trace of confusion flashed in Shen Zhuo's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

He smiled, glanced at Lin, and then straightened the clothes of the little boy in his arms: "In this case, I wish you a speedy recovery. The child and I will go back first, goodbye."

Su Jingcheng always felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so after thinking for a long time, he could only say: "Nice to meet you, goodbye."

Shen Zhuo and the little boy seemed really close. Lin saw that Shen Zhuo skillfully took the child's hand, and the child's other hand was still holding the ball.

One big and one small slowly walked back along the alley where they came, their figures getting smaller and smaller.

Then disappear.

Su Jingcheng beside him asked him: "Lin, that's really... Isn't it Shen Zhuo?"

Lin was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and said, "Boss, Mr. Shen is still in China. 'Yiyu' recently released a new plan, have you forgotten?"

Su Jingcheng didn't speak for a long time, until Lin sneaked a look at him a little flustered, then he sighed a long way: "Yeah...forgot, I miss him so much."

"Lin, it's been 331 days and 17 hours since I left Shen Zhuo." Su Jingcheng sat on the wheelchair, but his eyes didn't know where to fall, "Will he really wait for me?"

He said this very lightly, but Lin felt that his perseverance and courage for persisting for so long was like being punched hard.

— completely crushed.

He's sitting there, so close, but all he's thinking about is the other person.

He counted 331 days alone and then 17 hours in the dark.

This long and lonely time...

Lin stood there with Su Jingcheng for a long time, finally adjusted his tone, his eyes were red, and he said slowly: "He will wait, boss, he will definitely wait for you."

Because, he has come to see you.

"Really?" Su Jingcheng smiled to himself, and said softly, "I hope so."

The noon sun slowly set to the west, Lin pushed Su Jingcheng back to the ward before the cold came.

There are other patients who go back together. The population of the United States is small, and most of the patients living in the same hospital on the same floor are familiar with each other, and they always say hello when they meet.

Lin inadvertently looked at the clothes of several patients, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's obviously not the coldest winter in the United States, but it's just the beginning of winter. Although everyone is wearing thick clothes, they don't wrap themselves up like a seriously ill patient.

Even Su Jingcheng had just finished the operation, and it wasn't as thick as Shen Zhuo's.

He wore a cashmere hat covering his entire head, a tight wool scarf, and a black down coat.

Apart from the face, there is nothing exposed on the body.

The heavy luggage made him even move slowly.

Lin frowned, is it really that cold?

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