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Speaking of the "Teacher Feng" that Yan Jianghe mentioned, he is an old expert in thoracic surgery.

Ever since Yan Jianghe's father, Yan Tao, Mr. Feng has been a senior.This old man is now very old and [-] years old, with vigorous silver hair, and his hands full of creases like ravines, he has saved countless hearts in his life.

And Yan Jianghe happened to be Feng Lao's pro-disciple.Yan Jianghe has been secretly taken by Feng Laoming since he entered the doctor's office. From the knife to the anastomosis, he has everything from this old thing's fault-finding to perverted "beating". , the skills outside the chest are already top-notch, but the experience is still lacking.

All in all, Yan Jianghe, a bastard who can't spit out raw materials, can respectfully call "Teacher Feng", this weight can be seen.That is a mentor—a mentor who is a teacher for a day and a father for life.

In Yan Jianghe's opinion, Mr. Feng's life was hard enough.He lost his family when he was middle-aged, and he will not continue in this life, let alone heirs.It stands to reason that although the income of the hospital is not very high, Mr. Feng should live a good life as an old doctor and a single person, keeping everything simple.But Mr. Feng couldn't hold the money in his hands, so he donated a little to the east and some to the west, and he became an old pauper.

The old pauper can only feed himself.

Yan Jianghe heard that he didn't even live on a good piece of land. He didn't even live in a community when he was old. He built an old dilapidated building and chose the cheapest six-story top floor. The legs can meander up and climb for several years.

About a week ago, Mr. Feng couldn't move anymore.He was admitted to the hospital quietly. There were shadows on the lung lobes, and a malignant tumor was found.The old man licked his face and played Tai Chi in a circle, and kept Yan Jianghe from it for a few days, but the paper couldn't cover the fire, so Yan Jianghe still knew.

Yan Jianghe said he was going to see Teacher Feng, but he didn't go directly. Instead, he walked out of the hospital gate, crossed a wide road, and went to a flower shop opposite.

Most of the restaurants near the hospital are restaurants, supermarkets, fruit stands, flower shops, and funeral supplies stores.A long strip is chic and unrestrained, and the vivid image shows the truth of the hospital. It is also like arranging the life of "people" in a row. Huangquan.

Yan Jianghe went to the florist to pick out a bunch of lilies, packed them in a pretty package, and even picked out a fancy bow to tie it on. Then he went back to the hospital contentedly, and took the elevator to the inpatient department.

Just as he got out of the elevator, he happened to meet a little nurse, who greeted him with a smile: "Dr. Yan is here, I heard you provoked Director Zhao to curse again?"

"Where can it be?" Yan Jianghe walked over and smiled, "The taste will change from upstairs to downstairs. Director Zhao is so gentle and refined, it can only be regarded as a well-meaning teaching, and he has to open his mouth like 'your mother's'." wording."

The little nurse couldn't help laughing immediately.

After defeating Director Zhao, Yan Jiang He Xiang felt in a good mood, as he had avenged the "revenge" just now.

He waved the flowers in his hand, and nodded to the little nurse, his demeanor was like that of Guanyin spitting out dew: "Hurry up and get to work."

"Hey." The little nurse squinted at the flower, "Lily today. Don't throw it away this time. The carnation hit Mr. Feng's face two days ago. The petals hung on the old man's shoulder, and his mouth was so angry. "

"It's time." Yan Jiang was overjoyed, "Who made him fool me."

"You don't know." The little nurse curled her lips, with a troubled expression on her face, "Old Feng was so angry that he didn't even want to get a needle, thanks to Zhang Cong! If Zhang Cong didn't come over that day, no one would persuade him."

"Zhang Cong?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback, "That little boy?"

Little nurse: "Yes. Mr. Feng said it was his grandson."

fart.Feng's grandson's surname is Zhang?Besides, Mr. Feng, don't talk about grandsons, he doesn't have a son, let alone a wife. Where can a grandson come from, who can fall from the sky after praying to Buddha for 500 years?

But Yan Jianghe had heard about it.Mr. Feng discovered this disease in Xia Tian, ​​and he refused to treat it.It only got worse in winter, but even so he still didn't want to come to the hospital.They are all doctors, and their hearts are clear.At his age, living to this age and suffering from this disease, going to the hospital will cost money and torture to death, which is a real waste of money.

But he came in anyway, and lived in a hospital gown, which smelled like medicine from inside to outside.

It is said that Mr. Feng was "benched" by a young boy, and for some reason, the treatment fee was given by that child.

Yan Jianghe wanted to ask, but the last time he saw Feng Lao's skinny and skinny face, he was so angry that his brains were boiling.

However, that old thing still insisted on adding to the flames. When Yan Jianghe questioned him, he said unhurriedly: "What's the matter with you?"

Yan Jianghe is not a good guy, he said "teacher" in his mouth, his heart is really not sure, finally, his brain boiled, he was so angry, he threw a carnation in the face of his teacher rebelliously, turned around and kicked the door and left , turned his face to press Mr. Feng's attending doctor, after a while of discouragement, he continued to work hard, but it was a pity that the busyness did not squeeze down the "sad" and "distressed" things in his heart.

After promising the little nurse that he would never drop Lily today, he was let go and entered Mr. Feng's ward.

In a small single room, as soon as Yan Jianghe opened the door, he stared at Mr. Feng.

Yan Jianghe's lips were pursed into a slit, the light in his eyes dimmed, he walked over slowly, and put Lily on the table.

There was nothing on the table, a kettle, a plastic cup with a straw—for Mr. Feng to drink water, and a bottle of mineral water filled with water, Nongfu Spring, with two wilted carnations inserted in it.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"Calm down?" Feng Lao asked.

"...No." Yan Jianghe wiped his face and turned to look at him.

The old man was really thin, with high cheekbones and a thin layer of pale skin.

"Excuse me, get angry with me, a sick old man." Feng Lao snorted, and stroked the infusion tube with one hand, visibly trembling.

Yan Jianghe didn't know what the wind was, and his nose was sore.

He thought to himself that "sickness" is really terrible, what kind of wear and tear does a good person have?How stable were Mr. Feng's hands when he held the scalpel?

Yan Jianghe watched many videotapes of his surgery when he was young, and it is still regarded as the golden rule.With one knife and one pull, the patient will not bleed even a little bit of blood.And now this trembling appearance... It can be seen how much health is a capital - it is the only capital in this life.

Yan Jianghe dragged a stool and sat down, and said, "If you weren't a sick old man, I wouldn't be angry with you."

Yan Jianghe: "You look like this, you will be tired if you are soft? You have to fight against me? Besides, do you treat me as a human being? Why don't you tell me when you come to the hospital?"

Old Feng was overjoyed as soon as he heard this, he was so happy that he choked, shaking his shoulders and coughing.

Yan Jianghe quickly complied with him, sighed and said, "Take it easy, do I have such a good drink?"

"That's not true." Feng Lao took a breath, "I saw you at the first sight and thought you were very cute. I was a kid when I was a child, but now I've grown up a bit. My temper is more stable, but my stubborn temper has not changed. Dogs can't change their food." shit."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe quickly turned his face away, "Shut up."

Old Feng: "I didn't tell you when I came to the hospital because I didn't want to get angry so early. It will take a while to survive. Anyway, in a few days, you will definitely know."

Elder Feng glanced at the lily on the table, and criticized again: "There is nothing practical, it's a waste of money."

"Then what do you say is practical." Yan Jianghe smiled, "I'll buy you some fruit, can you eat it?"

"..." Feng Lao gave him a sideways glance, "I can't eat my grandson!"

It happened that this was mentioned, and Yan Jianghe asked: "Your grandson, what's going on? I heard that he also paid for the treatment fee? Or is it paid by his family?"

Yan Jianghe's words were too clear, and Mr. Feng really understood. He waved his hand and said, "Zhang Cong must have taken it by himself. His family, his father, can hardly support himself. He also supports me. Immortal?"

"..." Yan Jianghe frowned, "How old is this child?"

"Seventeen." Old Feng's voice paused, and he shouted again, and smiled, although he lost his face, it was still the kind of kind smile that Yan Jianghe was familiar with, "It's only three months away from eighteen. "

"Huh? That's a small birthday. It's the twelfth lunar month. When will the Chinese New Year be around?" Yan Jianghe asked casually.

Elder Feng laughed softly: "New Year's Eve."

"It's a good birthday." Yan Jianghe was stunned, "People all over the country fired firecrackers to celebrate him."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he saw the kind and disguised smile on Old Feng's face. He sighed and said in a low voice, "No one celebrated him."

Yan Jianghe paused, and frowned shortly. He clearly felt that Mr. Feng was a little unhappy.

Yan Jianghe said again: "He is a child, how can he get so much money? I went to check your medicine, and it was imported."

"Why are you looking for my medicine?" Old Feng looked at him with light eyes, "Afraid I'll get morphine? I don't want to take that."

Yan Jianghe remained silent and didn't respond. For the first time, he felt that it was really a scourge that this old thing was terminally ill but not demented.

"I don't know where he got the money." Feng Lao said.

Who said he didn't have dementia?

Yan Jianghe only felt his face hurt, he twitched his eyelids, and said in a bad tone: "You don't even know where he got the money from, so you just use it?"

"I don't know. Before he sent me in, he saved a fortune from his part-time job, but I don't think it's enough." Feng Lao said, "You can't ask, and you can't get it out of it. If you ask Zhang Cong, he will throw me a face. He has a big temper." .”

"However, he can't do anything particularly bad." Mr. Feng seemed very determined.

Yan Jianghe's mind suddenly flashed through the underage "reform-through-labour prisoner" he personally arrested during the day.He thought to himself that this "reform-through-labour prisoner" should be about the same age as that "grandson of Zhang Cong".

The old man is really stupid, what kind of outrageous things are the brats now afraid to do?How dare you say this?Where did the security deposit come from? With his trust in the child, how many gold ingots could he sell?

"Don't make such an expression." Mr. Feng seemed to know what he was thinking, "Zhang Cong is quite capable of tossing, but he is especially good at tossing himself. He can't toss other people, and he can't do harm."

"What do you mean?"

"This kid is my neighbor." Feng Lao said, "his mother threw him away when he was a child. His father is not a father, a drunkard, who eats, drinks, whores and gambles. If you think the worst, just live with it." That place, you should be able to figure it out."

"Don't you still live there?" Yan Jianghe obviously had a straight face and didn't like to listen very much.

"Then what am I like? I've been alone all my life. If it wasn't for Zhang Cong, who would know who died? When you call me for New Year's greetings and funerals after Chinese New Year? Doesn't it stink?"

"..." Yan Jianghe's chest felt tight at his words, "You can shut up. In what month will I not call you to greet you? Your conscience has been bitten by a donkey."

Old Feng didn't answer him, but smiled again: "That kid Zhang Cong is quite interesting."

He said, "You know what he was doing when I first noticed him?"

"Ok?"

"Painting." Feng Lao said, "He squatted in the corridor and painted."

Old Feng: "I have a chance to let you two get to know each other. I think you two will hit it off."

"Why?" Yan Jianghe pulled the quilt for him, and covered his withered arm that had received a needle.

Elder Feng suddenly burst out with joy, his face seemed to turn red for an instant, as if recovering from a serious illness, he smiled and said, "You are all children I like."

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Yan Jianghe: Old man, you can really talk!You prophet!