Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 95

"We recommend that you be hospitalized immediately and prepare for surgery."

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After Enna finished speaking, she went to look at Shen Zhuo, but found that his attention didn't seem to be on the conversation between the two of them at all.

She frowned, followed Shen Zhuo's gaze and looked out of the window, outside were children playing and playing, and their parents were beside them, chatting in twos and threes.

And Shen Zhuo just stared out of the window like this, as if he was watching the children playing, or looking at something else.

In short, there was no panic, sadness or even anger in Enna's imagination.

It was as if it was not himself who was sick, but a very strange bystander.

"Mr. Shen? Mr. Shen, are you listening?" Enna handed the things in her hand to the doctor next to her, and shook her hand in front of Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo's gaze was finally attracted by Enna, he looked out of the window with some nostalgia, then turned around and sighed: "Didn't you say that further inspections are needed to determine the nature?"

Enna didn't seem to expect Shen Zhuo to say this, and she was slightly stunned before saying: "It is true. The current film can only show the shadow of the left lung, but a biopsy is still needed."

Shen Zhuo nodded, seemed to think for a while before saying: "Since the results are not out yet, just wait."

"Wait for what?"

Enna couldn't understand, subconsciously said something in English, and then switched to Chinese, "Mr. Shen, no matter what the result is. Your current physical condition is a ticking time bomb. For the sake of your body, the doctor We all hope that you can go through hospitalization as soon as possible and start specific treatment.”

"Thank you very much." Shen Zhuo smiled gently. He put the report in his hand on the bedside table beside him, then checked the amount of liquid in the bottle, and then held it with the other hand that did not receive the needle. He sat up by himself.

His tone was very polite, with absolute politeness, no different from his usual state at work.

"I know that the medical system in the UK is also very developed," Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, and said to Enna, "but you know that the Chinese have an idiom called 'the customer is in a foreign land'. If possible, I would like to go back to China for treatment. "

"But now you..."

"I know, but I still have a case under investigation."

Shen Zhuo curled up his mouth with a smile, and looked at Enna slyly, "But isn't the UK known as a humanitarian country? Considering my special situation, I wonder if I can be specially approved to return to China first." ? I can cooperate with the video if there is any need to ask in the future.”

"Mr. Shen, the facts of the case are the facts of the case, and the body is the body. The two should not be confused." Enna felt helpless, "You can't make fun of your body with the Bureau of Investigation."

"Tsk, you foreigners are rigid."

Shen Zhuo shook his head, "You should know all about my personal information. If you force me to be detained in the UK, and finally die here, aren't you afraid that friends from my country will come to trouble you again?"

Seeing Enna's hesitant look, Shen Zhuo decided to add another fire.

"Furthermore, I still have a company in China, no matter how possible or impossible I want to kill myself." Shen Zhuo leaned back on the bed comfortably, "How about it? I can sign an agreement with you, I will definitely cooperate with your investigation [-]% when I go back.”

Enna lowered her head and glanced at Shen Zhuo who was leaning on the hospital bed. Because he had been in a coma before, he couldn't change his hospital gown even in the ward, so he was still wearing the shirt he had on the day of the car accident.

A pure white shirt with slightly rolled up sleeves, a very clean match.

Even after lying on the bed for two days, it didn't wrinkle too much.

He doesn't have the body odor of white people, he is gentle and polite, with clear facial features, and he is very patient with others.

Appreciation is a correct attitude towards life, it has nothing to do with feelings and others, it is purely a judgment based on experience.

Although the man leaning on the bed looked sickly pale, he still had his own temperament.

If he is not sick, he should be an exceptionally perfect man.

Enna was silent for a long time, and stood up from the bed as if she was finally persuaded. She sighed softly and helped Shen Zhuo increase the temperature of the indoor air conditioner a little.

"I'll help you apply. The result should be available tomorrow at the earliest. Just wait for me."

"Thank you very much." Shen Zhuo thanked her very politely, stretched out his hand without infusion to shake Enna, "Then I'll wait for your news."

"Hmm..." The words they said were all in Chinese, and Enna didn't translate for the doctor. After finishing speaking, she stood up and walked out with the white coat.

Finally, Shen Zhuo was left alone in the ward.

Although the room is not big, it still feels a bit empty for one person.

Shen Zhuo subconsciously glanced out again, the children who were playing on the hospital lawn just now were no longer there, and even the parents who were standing next to them walked away one after another.

The lawn seemed very quiet, and the excitement that seemed to have happened not long ago no longer existed.

Shen Zhuo suddenly remembered that he accompanied his mother to the hospital when he was a child.

At that time, they were very poor and couldn't afford to live in a single ward, and they didn't have the money to jump in line to go to the back door to get a ward. They were robbed of the ward several times by the patients who were originally queuing at the back.

The poor woman lay on a temporary bed in the corridor of the hospital for a long time, her thin figure turned into a crumbling figure, and finally she got a hospital bed.

A person had just died in that hospital bed, and the other patients were unwilling to stay in that bed, so it was their turn.

It is a ward at the end of the corridor. There are only two beds in it, and it is small. After the two beds are arranged, there is no room for other things.

But outside the room is the lawn of the hospital, through the window glass across the guardrail, you can occasionally see children playing on the lawn.

On the other bed in the room was a skinny old grandfather with all white hair. When they met for the first time, he tremblingly gave Shen Zhuo a big white rabbit toffee.

——That was the first big white rabbit toffee that Shen Zhuo ate after Shen Fei left home.

So sweet.

Shen Zhuo still remembered that he carefully tore off the wrapping paper and licked it, he was not willing to put it all in his mouth, he held it in his hand and was a little apprehensive as to where to store this candy.

The old man couldn't stand up anymore, and the nurse didn't change the toilet bowl in time, so the room was always filled with a faint smell. Fortunately, it was winter, and although there was a smell, it wasn't that bad.

"Eat quickly...eat quickly..." The old man waved his hand to Shen Zhuo, showing only a few teeth left in his mouth, even his voice was trembling.

Shen Zhuo, who was still very short at the time, raised his face and looked at him, and said innocently and curiously: "Grandpa, where did your candy come from?"

"Give it to my little grandson..." The old man seemed to be suddenly happy, and even the corners of his mouth widened.

Shen Zhuo was accompanying his mother to the bed at that time, and he had to come to the hospital every day after school. There were very few children of his age in the hospital, and they were alone every time, looking lonely.

He was very happy to hear this, and said to the old man, "That's great, can you play with me for a while when your grandson comes next time? I can go out to play after I wipe my mother's body and finish my homework. "

"Okay, okay..." The old man stroked his white beard, and lay on the bed slowly as if falling asleep.

Shen Zhuo has been waiting for this grandpa's grandson to come to the hospital to see him, so that he can have a kid to play with for a while, unlike the busy school every time, other kids don't have time to ask him to play football with him after school .

It's a pity that he didn't see the grandson of the old man until the old man passed away.

The nurse came over and packed the old man's things in a cardboard box and was about to throw them out. While packing up, she muttered softly: "This old man has been confused for a long time, and the family paid for it when he came for the first time. There is no place to ask for the money. Hey! This kind of patient will not open a few more hospitals."

Shen Zhuo's mother was lying on another bed. She neither saw the nurse nor even opened her eyes. She was lying on the bed, closing her eyes as if she was in a fetish.

Shen Zhuo stood timidly next to his mother's hospital bed, carefully watched the nurse clean up the old man's bed, and finally rolled up the broken and unsightly quilt, turned and left.

The door of the ward was closed again, the sound was not loud, but it made Shen Zhuo tremble abruptly.

"Mom..." Shen Zhuo remembered that he subconsciously leaned towards his mother. In the past, when he did this, his mother would ignore him, but this time it was very unexpected.

"Don't be afraid. A man must be strong."

For the first time, after his father left, his mother comforted him very gently, and even patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Shen Zhuo looked at his mother flattered, nodded quickly, wiped his eyes and promised, "Mom! I will!"

"So obedient." The mother lying on the hospital bed smiled at him, seemed to hesitate a little, and said, "Mom will take you to KFC tomorrow, okay?"

At that time, KFC was not yet popular. In an era when the national income was not high, it was a great temptation for children to eat this kind of foreign fast food once.

Shen Zhuo glanced at his mother cautiously, and found that she really didn't mean to hit him, so he nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Ru, if it's possible..."

"Okay, go to that bed and sleep for a while now, there shouldn't be any new patients coming tonight." Mom gently touched his face and coaxed him like she did when she was a child, "Grandpa won't blame you for sleeping His bed, go."

The ward was really small, since Shen Zhuo had been accompanying his mother in bed, he could only build a small floor bed next to it.

The floor is very cold in winter, and the south is very humid. Shen Zhuo secretly glanced at the hospital bed next to his mother, and lay down on it carefully.

The next day, his mother really took him to KFC.

For Shen Zhuo when he was a child, it was really a big, big shop with bright and clean walls and friendly smiling brothers and sisters.

He ate hamburgers, coke, and fries.

"Mom, you can eat too. Let's eat together." Shen Zhuo pushed the gray plate to the middle of the table, and took a piece of French fries gently, as if he was afraid of breaking the packaging bag.

The woman sitting opposite him was already very thin. She got up early to take care of herself for going out today. She was wearing a lotus root pink dress and put on makeup on her face.

The makeup suppressed the sickness, except for the skinny skinny, Shen Zhuo still felt that today's mother was very beautiful.

It's like going back to his mother who used to take him to the park when he was in kindergarten.

"Mom is not hungry, eat quickly. Eat while it's hot." The woman seemed to open the wallet and count the remaining money in it, then turned to look at Shen Zhuo, "Is it delicious?"

Shen Zhuo nodded fiercely: "Delicious!"

"It's good to eat... You have to eat well and grow up quickly." She reached out and touched Shen Zhuo's head with a light and gentle force.

That day, his mother really took him to the park again.

Since Shen Fei left, Shen Zhuo never came to the park again.

The park seemed to have been redecorated in a few years, and the beautiful Shen Zhuo was almost unrecognizable.

The two played from afternoon to dusk. Shen Zhuo's face was flushed by the wind. When he walked out of the park gate, he mustered up his courage and reached out to hold his mother's hand.

In the past, his mother would throw him away, but today she would pull him away, and she even bent down, took out a tissue to help him wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Let's go back."

His mother stopped a taxi, and Shen Zhuo followed his mother into the car in fear. He actually wanted to ask his mother if he could come to the park again, but he didn't ask in the end.

The park is not far from the hospital, and it was still dark when we went back. Shen Zhuo and his mother walked into the small ward together.

The lights in the hospital are all gray, and this ward is an old ward. When the oldest light bulb is turned on, a few moths are trying to get in.

The mother opened the curtains in the ward, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, there were still a few children in the hospital playing happily in the lawn that had been mowed outside, not only the children of the hospital's family members but also minor patients.

More than 20 years ago, the awareness of environmental protection was still unclear. My mother stood by the window and looked at it for a while, then said to Shen Zhuo who was beside me: "There is nothing else to do today, you should go out and play with them for a while."

"But..." Shen Zhuo wanted to say that he had played well today, and he could spend this time with his mother.

The woman standing by the window was very determined. She walked back to the bed and lay down, as if she had returned to the way she used to appear most often.

Indifferent, disgusted, and cold.

"Let's go out and play for a while, I'm tired and need to rest alone for a while."

Shen Zhuo let out a low "Oh", put on his little coat again, and gently opened the door: "Then Mom, I'll be back after playing for a while."

The mother lying on the bed gave a faint "hmm": "Be careful."

Shen Zhuo nodded: "Mom, remember to put on the quilt, I'm going out."

That was the last conversation he had with his mother.

Children are always happy to play for a while. He played hide-and-seek with other children, but he didn't dare to play for a long time. He returned to the ward within an hour.

His mother was lying on the bed, and he yelled for a long time, but there was no response.

A child in elementary school already knows what death is, but seems to have a little fuzzy definition, until he calls the nurses and doctors, who tell him that his mother has passed away.

Suicide, dichlorvos.

She wore her favorite long dress and sent herself away with such a pesticide with the worst name.

Maybe it was because Shen Zhuo was too pitiful, the doctors and nurses helped him pack up his mother's belongings after taking his mother away.

Old clothes, pawn bills from the pawn shop, and a few new bills in the wallet.

It turns out that this is how I came here all my life.

A burst of severe pain rose from the back of his hand, Shen Zhuo finally regained his senses, looked down, the liquid in the bottle was gone, and the bright red blood was being sucked back along the transparent tube.

He quickly pulled out the needle, then sighed, got out of bed and closed the curtains of the ward.

The mobile phone was placed on the cabinet beside him. Just as he drew the curtains, the mobile phone rang as if it had been sensed.

The call was from an unfamiliar number, Shen Zhuo paused for a moment, but still picked up.

"Hello. I'm Shen Zhuo."

"I'm Lin." The environment on the other end of the phone seemed to be very quiet, and Lin's voice was rare with a slow and heavy voice, "Dong Su is still being rescued, the congestion in his brain has worsened and pressed the nerves, and he has been in critical condition three times Notified."

Shen Zhuo sat down by the bed, was silent for a long time, and finally did not speak.

"He woke up in the ambulance once before, saying that he has a will." Lin paused, and whispered in a choked voice, "We have already connected with his lawyer remotely. The biggest beneficiary of the will is you... you Is it convenient to come over now?"

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for Shen Zhuo. .well. .