scapegoat

The pale lights kept flickering, and the faces of a group of doctors and nurses in white coats hurriedly backed away.

Lang Zhongming pushed the operating trolley forward, and he felt it was difficult to breathe due to the suffocation in his chest, but he didn't dare to stop.

Lang Zhongjin cried so sadly that he could barely follow behind him. Xiaofeng pulled Gong Steward and was already a long way behind him.

Lang Dewen was pushed into the emergency room, and a nurse stopped Lang Zhongming who wanted to follow.

The door closed from both sides, Lang Zhongming was suddenly very confused, he didn't know whether to sit down and wait, or stand and guard in front of the door.

Lang Zhongjin cried all the way, and now he couldn't help his emotions even more, so he simply squatted against the corner of the wall and buried his head to vent.

Lang Zhongming: "Zhong Jin...don't cry, grandpa is still healthy."

He spoke weakly, and he didn't know whether he was comforting his brother or himself.

The old butler Gong finally followed to the emergency room panting.

To Lang Zhongming, this old butler was almost half a grandfather. Now that Lang Dewen had fallen, he didn't want the same thing to happen to Butler Gong.

"Uncle Gong, don't run away with us, be careful."

Butler Gong had a grimace, and his breathing hadn't calmed down, but he looked at his young master sternly: "Master, I don't know what you told the master to make him react so badly, but you have to remember that you promised the master Don't be too impulsive."

Lang Zhongming was silent.

Butler Gong: "You said that Hongsheng's interests will be the most important thing. This is the hard work of Master Hequan's whole life. Don't let it fall on your hands in the end!"

Lang Zhongjin huddled in the corner and defended his brother softly: "Uncle Gong... brother won't do it."

Lang Zhongming looked at the old housekeeper: "Uncle Gong, Hongsheng is also my painstaking effort now... What I said today is because I didn't think carefully, and I won't bring it up again..."

Lang Dewen's condition stabilized quickly, but the attending doctor still called his family members to his office with a serious face.

The doctor looked through Ying Dewen's previous cases: "The patient's heart is not very good, has he not been treated before?"

Lang Zhongming was taken aback: "Heart? Grandpa's body has always been very strong, and he just started to feel a little uncomfortable recently. We thought it was a normal phenomenon of getting older, and we didn't care..."

The doctor sighed: "Many problems are not too dangerous in themselves, but they become more and more serious because patients and family members don't pay attention to them. His heart problems should have been backlogged for a long time. Considering that the patient is too old, some treatment methods cannot be used. , I can only keep it safe.”

Lang Zhongming supported his younger brother who was about to fall, and said, "Come as you see fit, don't worry about the cost."

The doctor nodded: "I will contact several well-known experts in the world for a discussion to see if I can extend the patient's life, but please be mentally prepared."

Xiaofeng hadn't experienced birth, old age, illness and death much, so he couldn't help crying: "Master has always been fine, why suddenly..."

Doctor: "Human physiology is a tight-fitting machine. Once it breaks down once, it may cause looseness and errors in many details. In addition, the old man is indeed very old. At his age, he can still maintain hearing and vision. There are not many people who are completely healthy with intelligence and intelligence, and he is well maintained."

Lang Dewen's condition has stabilized for the time being, and he has fallen asleep at the moment. Lang Zhongjin and Gong Butler stay to take care of him. Lang Zhongming has to go to work the next day, so he can only go back first.

After opening the door and entering, Xiao Yang was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his head bowed.

Lang Zhongming asked Xiaofeng to rest first, and then sat down next to Xiao Yang.They haven't had a good conversation for a long time.

Xiao Yang: "How is Grandpa?"

Lang Zhongming didn't know whether to say yes or no, he hesitated for a while, and told the truth: "It has stabilized for the time being, but the doctor said that the heart is not good, and treatment will be needed later."

Xiao Yang didn't know what he was thinking, and was silent for a long time: "After get off work tomorrow...can I go and see Grandpa?"

Lang Zhongming: "Well, I'll come to you after get off work, let's go there together."

Nothing happened that night, but the next morning, Xiao Yang was woken up by the sound of Lang Zhongming going out.

Looking at the time, it was only past 6 o'clock.It seems that not only he couldn't sleep last night, but some people probably stayed up all night.

Hongsheng was quieter than usual that day. No one made any unnecessary noise when he went up to the general manager's office and went down to the various posts. They all lowered their heads and worked quickly.

Lang Zhongming immersed himself in his work, while Xiao Yang was in a daze, letting his thoughts wander.

After getting through this day, Lang Zhongming came to look for Xiao Yang after he got off work. The two walked together peacefully and went to the second floor to pick up the car.

Xiao Yang shrank slightly as the smell of disinfectant that hadn't changed for thousands of years in the hospital came over his face.

After so many years, he is still not used to the taste.

In the advanced ward where Ying Dewen was, Xiaofeng who came over early in the morning had already replaced Butler Gong and Lang Zhongjin who accompanied him last night.

Lang Zhongming opened the door and went in, and put the fruit he brought on the table.

Xiao Yang followed behind, standing a little far away from the hospital bed.

Lang Dewen looked fine, not sick, but his movements were a little weak.

He motioned Xiaofeng to prop up the bed a bit: "Xiao Yang is here, I just have something to do, I'll have a chat with you alone."

Lang Zhongming guessed what his grandfather was going to explain.

In the final analysis, it was his impulsiveness that caused grandpa to fall ill.

Xiaofeng and Lang Zhongming went out first, leaving Xiao Yang alone.

Lang Dewen beckoned and told him to come closer: "Come here."

Xiao Yang stepped forward.

Lang Dewen grabbed his hand, using a lot of strength: "Our Ying family raised you until you grew up, and we will continue to raise you in the future. You don't have to worry about anything... It's just... what happened ten years ago, what happened? About Qin Linlin...I want you to keep it absolutely secret! Even if Zhong Ming wants to tell it, you have to stop him and insist that you did it! Do you know?"

Xiao Yang comforted the old man: "Don't worry, Grandpa, it has been like this for so many years."

Ling Dewen sighed for a long time: "Our family is sorry for you after all... But... I am also for Hongsheng, not only for the benefit of our Ying family, but also for so many shareholders, so many partners, So many staff..."

Xiao Yang bowed his head: "I know."

Lang Dewen had no other choice for what happened back then, and Xiao Yang was also willing. Fortunately, Lang Zhongming did not disappoint people later, otherwise his efforts would not be worth it.

Xiao Yang only hoped that one day Lang Zhongming would remember what he had done for him and let him go.

Lang Dewen insisted on letting Lang Zhongming go back, not because he would affect Hongsheng, but just let Xiaofeng take care of him for a day, and then Lang Zhongjin would come over tomorrow.

Lang Zhongming took Xiao Yang home.

In the car, Lang Zhongming held the steering wheel and glanced at Xiao Yang: "I'm sorry... about Mr. Liu, I misunderstood that day."

Xiao Yang was taken aback, and turned to look at him.

Lang Zhongming was embarrassed: "Also... For the past ten years, you have been taking the blame for me... I should actually thank you..."

Xiao Yang didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this man's gourd, so he could only nod in a daze.

Lang Zhongming smiled: "You're not used to being more polite to you, are you?"

As he spoke, he freed his right hand to rub Xiao Yang's hair.

The space in the car was small, and as soon as Lang Zhongming stretched out his long arms, Xiao Yang straightened his body.

Even Lang Zhongming could feel the obvious stiffness, and immediately withdrew his hands uncomfortably, looking for another topic.

"Why does your scar never go away? Is there any medicine?"

Xiao Yang bowed his head: "I used it...your brother gave it..."

Lang Zhongming thought that Xiao Yang's scar was due to him, but he didn't care about it from the beginning to the end, and just humiliated him blindly, but his younger brother cared about Xiao Yang and even gave him medicine.

"Then why is it so obvious after so long..."

Xiao Yang actually didn't want to continue this topic. He always felt that this opening was mocking him for being so afraid of Lang Zhongming, but he couldn't help his body's reaction.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know..."

Lang Zhongming sighed: "There is a private clinic in front that specializes in removing scars, let's go and get some medicine."

After speaking, Xiao Yang was not allowed to make a decision, so he turned a corner and drove to another road.

With the medicine for removing scars, Lang Zhongming sent Xiao Yang home, but returned to the company himself.

Hongsheng is what Ling Dewen misses the most besides his little grandson. He wants to quickly win a few big cases and fill the streets and alleys of City C with their advertisements, which will also make Lang Dewen more comfortable.

The doctor told him today that Lang Dewen preferred to be discharged from the hospital for treatment, and he also knew that grandpa didn't like being confined to the hospital bed all day long.

What's more, Lang Dewen still doesn't feel that he is really old.

So he thought, take a suitable time to pick up grandpa and let grandpa see his grades.

It's just that in the eyes of grandpa, his contribution to Hongsheng is comparable to Lang Zhongjin's daily companionship and care.

Butler Gong was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Xiao Yang stood alone in the huge living room for a while before entering his bedroom.

He couldn't figure out the change in Lang Zhongming's attitude today. He wondered if it was because of Lang Dewen's sudden collapse that he also felt something?

Or... Lang Zhongming really just apologized for suspicious of Xiao Yang's behavior that day?

Xiao Yang looked at the bag of medicine in his hand for a long time.

He remembered how Lang Zhongming took care of him when he first came to this home.

One time he broke his knee in physical education class, and when that little boy Lang Zhongming saw it when he came home, he burst into tears in fright, and asked, "Will brother Xiao Yang die?" Come to coax him, the young master.

Xiao Yang couldn't help thinking, if Lang Zhongming could not embarrass him too much, could he also treat Lang Zhongming as the child from before.

He put down the medicine, fell on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes in the spot of light from the curtain.

In a half-dream and half-waking state, some events from the past ten years flowed slowly by.

He remembered how hard he had worked when he first entered, in exchange for a reduced sentence.

On two occasions, he was convinced he was in the running for a commutation of his sentence, only to lose again and again.

At first, he thought it was just a matter of luck, until later... the prison guard told him that someone had stuffed him with benefits and wanted him to stay there for ten years.

Since then, he no longer believes in the nonsense that "as long as you work hard, you will gain."

Opening his eyes, Xiao Yang reached out for the familiar old ointment, and sat up halfway to apply the medicine.

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I want to chat but I'm afraid of being pressed against the corner and beaten... I'm depressed... I look up to the sky