New year greeting

Song Xinyuan went back very late that day, and when he entered the room, Song Yanqing was already asleep.He stood at the door of Song Yanqing's room for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​asking.Since his dad didn't want him to know those things, he just pretended not to know.

After he lay down, he clicked on the chat dialog box between himself and Feng Deng, and asked as usual: "Do you still have a headache today?"

Feng Deng: "A little bit."

"Have you taken medicine?"

"have eaten."

"Good night."

He put down his phone, his eyes sparkled, as if water was shaking.

In the morning, Song Yanqing and Song Xinyuan went downstairs together.Song Xinyuan went to the studio, while Song Yanqing went for a walk in a nearby park.His medical license was revoked, and he could no longer set foot in the medical profession.Apart from being a doctor, he can't think of anything else to do for the time being, but he doesn't want to be a burden to Song Xinyuan, and he thinks about what to do every day after he is released from prison.

In the evening, Song Yanqing was wandering around an old street, and came across a flower shop by chance, and had an idea that at his age, it was very suitable for growing flowers and plants.He was going to check out the flower shop, but when he walked to the door, there was no one in the shop.Just as he was about to leave, there was a "bang" behind him.

Through the glass door, he found a vague figure behind him. He turned to look at the ground, where a Clivia plant was buried in the broken soil and sand.

He looked up, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and a thin but familiar woman appeared in front of his eyes.

It's Samui.Su Mei's hair was all white, her face was wrinkled, and she was much older than the last time I met her.Su Mei pointed at him, her voice trembling, angry and resentful.

"Why are you here?!"

"Sorry, I was just passing by..."

"Hmph, it's exactly the same excuse as your son's. It's worthy of father and son."

Song Yanqing felt guilty, at least he still had a son, but Su Mei's son disappeared forever.

He kept repeating: "I'm sorry..."

"Stop, I'm tired of hearing these three words." Su Mei said with disgust in her tone, "Get lost, it doesn't matter how many times you say it, I will never forgive you in this life."

Song Yanqing left the old street in a daze.He bought two catties of peaches at the entrance of the community. The pink peaches looked very attractive.He carried the peach upstairs, saw the word "Fu" on the iron gate, and gradually calmed down.He started washing vegetables, cooking porridge, and cooked the meal when Song Xinyuan came home.

Song Xinyuan picked up the peaches on the table, took two bites, and walked into the kitchen.

"Dad, peaches are so delicious." His face was flushed, as beautiful as a peach, and he became more and more coquettish now that he was an adult.

Song Yanqing smiled and told him to wash his hands and eat.

Song Xinyuan saw the Band-Aid on Song Yanqing's hand, and asked in a panic, "Dad, what's wrong with your hand?"

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched a layer of skin."

Song Xinyuan didn't believe it, but it was difficult to expose him. He thought that Song Yanqing and Feng Deng had met, and his emotions were affected.He sat down, diverted Song Yanqing's attention, and said in a tone full of expectation, "Father, I'm wrapping up tomorrow, so go and send me flowers."

Song Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and said fondly, "Okay, I'll take Yuan Yuan home. What flowers do you like?"

Song Xinyuan couldn't answer. Feng Deng also asked him this question.He thought for a long time and said, "Anything is fine, I like whatever you buy."

"That's not okay. When it's your birthday, you must tell me what you want."

"My birthday is still early, I'll think about it."

The next day, Song Yanqing got up early in the morning to pick flowers.He chose lilies, auspicious grasses, and tulips, and finally added a circle of golden ears of wheat.He took the flowers home and waited for Song Xinyuan to finish the final feast.At dusk, Song Xinyuan called to say that the wrap-up banquet was almost over, and he would wait for him near the hospital later.

Song Yanqing went out with the bouquet in his arms. The closer he got to the hospital, the more uneasy he felt.As luck would have it, he was kicked out of the hospital while his son was filming in the hospital.

He stood opposite the hospital with a dazed expression, crossing the road in front of him, he could go back to the Affiliated Hospital of Qianyang University again.

When the green light came on, Song Yanqing's phone rang at the same time. While answering the phone, he moved forward. The road was wide, and flowers blocked his sight. He walked very slowly, and he didn't notice that the light changed color.

"Yuanyuan, I'll be right there."

At this time, a supercar rushed to the road from the corner.

Song Xinyuan drank some wine and became dizzy: "Dad, where are you? Why can't I see you?"

"I'm here..." Song Yanqing turned his head to look, and the next moment, his eyes met the supercar.

Pat, clack, mobile phones and flowers fell to the ground.

"dad?"

As soon as Song Xinyuan arrived at the crossroads, he encountered a tragedy. Someone flew out and fell to the ground hard.

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that the person lying in a pool of blood was Song Yanqing.

"Dad... Dad—"

Song Yanqing, 50 years old, was imprisoned due to medical malpractice when he was about to be promoted to the director of surgery and was qualified as a candidate for the vice president.He was not knocked down by prison life, nor was he knocked down by illness. In the end, he wanted to send flowers to his beloved son, and to take his beloved son home.

He encountered unexpected disasters and closed his eyes.

Before he could atone for his sins, buy his son a birthday present, or accept the world again, he closed his eyes in front of his son.

Song Yanqing turned into a vegetative state, unable to speak, unable to move, hanging on her breath.The doctor said that he might wake up, but there was a high probability that he would not, and his life was in danger at any time.

Song Xinyuan was like a walking corpse, he didn't communicate with anyone, and stayed by Song Yanqing's side wholeheartedly.He refused to see anyone, especially Feng Deng.He wanted to tell Feng Deng countless times, let's break up.But he was unwilling to spare Feng Deng in this way, so he could only immerse himself in the pain of losing his father and put aside the matter of revenge.

"Doctor Feng, I look too ugly now, don't come to me."

"Give me a while, okay? I'll talk about it when my dad wakes up."

Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe came to visit Song Yanqing, but were not allowed to stay for a long time. Li Mingzhou proposed to find a nurse for Song Yanqing, but was opposed.

"I take care of my father personally, hoping that he can find me when he wakes up." Song Xinyuan said.

Jia Yingjun saw that Song Xinyuan was not in good condition, so he didn't dare to take the job for him.At the end of December, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the whole world was cold.When the investment promotion meeting for "Surgical Storm" came, Jia Yingjun asked him to call Kong Zhuo back.

Kong Zhuo: "Xiao Song, I have some good news for you. After processing day and night in the later period, the feature film has finally been trimmed and cut. Now it is about to be submitted for review. If it passes the review, it may be broadcast in advance. Would you like to come with me to the Merchants Conference ? You are handsome, standing on the stage can attract us many advertising sponsors."

Song Xinyuan stared at Song Yanqing on the bed without saying a word.

Kong Zhuo suddenly laughed loudly: "Forget it, you'd better stay at home, don't scare away the advertisers. Xiao Song, remember to watch the live broadcast of the China Merchants Association. I have a few words to tell you. Okay?"

"Okay." Song Xinyuan agreed.

On the day of the TV business invitation meeting, Song Xinyuan wiped Song Yanqing's face and sat quietly in front of the Internet TV.

Kong Zhuo led the actors of "Surgical Storm" to the stage. Except for Song Xinyuan, all the leading actors came.After Kong Zhuo finished his opening remarks, he added: "The actor Song Xinyuan was not present, everyone, don't blame him, he has some important matters. I hope this drama can meet with you sooner, I want you to know a different Song Xinyuan, preferably during the Spring Festival During the broadcast, it can be given to Xin Yuan as a birthday present. Xiao Song, be strong."

After listening to Kong Zhuo's narration, Song Xinyuan remembered what Song Yanqing said the day before the car accident, and broke down in tears.

His birthday is January 1, the first day of the first lunar month, which is the Chinese New Year's Day.He is a child born on New Year's Day.Everyone was curious about the origin of the name, and he also asked Song Yanqing why he was called Song Xinyuan.

Song Yanqing said: "Because Yuan Yuan was born on the first day of the new year, we hope that when Yuan Yuan celebrates his birthday, he will be blessed by everyone like the Spring Festival. I wish you a happy birthday and your wishes come true; I wish you a happy new year and good luck." Good luck."

Almost everyone remembered his birthday, but Feng Deng was an exception.

During the Spring Festival of his freshman year, he called Feng Deng: "Senior, happy new year, I like you, will you be with me?" Feng Deng's "um" became his happiest birthday gift that year.

During the Spring Festival of his sophomore year, Feng Deng left Feng Xinghe at the movie theater in order to buy medicine for him.He finished 120 minutes alone, and it was past 12 o'clock after the movie ended.

During the Spring Festival of the fifth year, Feng Deng got his wish and broke up with him.Gritting his teeth in anger, he rushed to Feng Deng, and had a breakup with Feng Deng in the confusion.

He spent four springs with Feng Deng and never received a "Happy Birthday".

"Director Kong, what's wrong with you?!"

The shouts on the TV interrupted Song Xinyuan's thoughts. He looked up and saw that Kong Zhuo had fallen in the center of the stage.He got up suddenly and called Kong Zhuo's assistant.

Kong Zhuo was hospitalized, and was diagnosed with liver disease, liver cancer in the middle stage.After he woke up, he chatted with his assistant Wang Qingkang for a few minutes.Wang Qingkang went out.

Song Xinyuan entered the ward, noticed that Kong Zhuo was quite weak, and said dully: "Director Kong..."

"Xiao Song, I'm so glad to see you," Kong Zhuo said, "thank you for coming to see me. You are young, pay attention to your body, don't imitate me. I know how my condition is. You don't have to worry too much. Come more when you have time." stay with me."

Song Xinyuan nodded vigorously.

In the film viewing room, Feng Deng, Liang Shizhang, the head of the surgery department and others faced Kong Zhuo's CT film and discussed treatment strategies.

Liang Shizhang: "The patient's cancer cells have not yet spread to the left intrahepatic bile duct and portal vein, and are still in the second stage. Although they have deteriorated, the cancer cells can be removed."

Feng Deng shook his head: "It's too late, the risk of resection is too high, and now there is no suitable liver, so the transplant operation cannot be performed."

Liang Shizhang: "It would be great if someone donated their liver."

At this time, the chief of the surgery department said: "The patient assistant just conveyed the patient's meaning, and he wants to take a gamble and try to perform surgery. Director Liang, why don't you come in as the chief surgeon?"

"Resection operation?" Liang Shizhang's face changed instantly, "The risk is too great, it's better not to do it."

The section chief looked around and finally looked at Feng Deng: "Doctor Feng, do you think about it?"

"No rush, I will communicate with the patient."

Feng Deng came to Kong Zhuo's ward and bumped into Song Xinyuan.When the two passed by, Feng Deng told Song Xinyuan: "Take a good rest, don't cry all the time, your eyes are swollen."

Song Xinyuan glared at him, sat on the chair by the door, and did not leave.

Feng Deng closed the door and asked Kong Zhuo, "Director Kong, do you decide to have an operation?"

Kong Zhuo: "Yes, if I succeed, I will rely on it for a few more years; if I fail, I will be relieved and die early. Doctor Feng, tell me the truth, is there a high chance of success?"

"The risk is higher."

Kong Zhuo asked stubbornly, "Is there a chance to survive?"

Feng Deng sighed: "Yes."

"I will. Dr. Feng, can you be my attending doctor?"

"Director Kong, I haven't had liver surgery for five years." Feng Dengcheng said, "The liver cancer surgery I participated in five years ago had a medical accident."

"Do you have a psychological shadow?" Kong Zhuo recalled, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of death, just let me be your experimental subject, if it can help you get out of the shadow, that's the best. If not, you must not Blame me."

"No. Do you really trust me?"

"I believe you."

Feng Deng walked out of the ward and was stopped by Song Xinyuan.Song Xinyuan asked: "Can Director Kong recover?"

Feng Deng looked at the corners of his crimson eyes, and said softly, "There is hope."

Song Xinyuan grabbed Feng Deng's white coat: "Don't lie to me."

Feng Deng rubbed his head: "Don't be sad."

In the next month, Song Xinyuan went back and forth between Song Yanqing and Kong Zhuo's wards. After chatting with Song Yanqing, he continued to talk to Kong Zhuo.

The day before the operation, Kong Zhuo greeted Song Xinyuan: "Xiao Song, please sit down, I will tell you a few words of heartfelt words."

"Director Kong, tell me."

"I'm not married, have no children, and have never experienced being a father. Can I recognize you as a godson? Don't dislike me. Oh, I'm very nervous, and I don't mean to force you..."

"Sure," Song Xinyuan held Kong Zhuo's hand, "Godfather, don't be afraid, I'll be with you outside tomorrow."

"Haha, your own father knows, he must be jealous."

"Hey, let him be jealous for a day."

Not long after, Kong Zhuo let Wang Qingkang in, and he signed a certain document.

The last person Kong Zhuo saw was Feng Deng, and no one knew what they were talking about.After Feng Deng came out, he glanced at Song Xinyuan with complicated eyes.

The next morning, Kong Zhuo was pushed into the operating room. Before he was anesthetized, he looked at Feng Deng and begged, "Doctor Feng, please, don't give up on him."

Feng Deng didn't nod or shake his head.

Kong Zhuo pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He was injected with anesthesia and soon fell into a coma.

"The liver cancer cell resection surgery performed by Professor Feng has officially started."

Feng Deng lightly tapped his chin: "Give me the scalpel."

"Surgical forceps."

"gauze."

"Surgical scissors."

"Wipe your sweat."

Four hours later, the alarm sounded suddenly.

"The patient's liver is hemorrhaging!" Han Le shouted.

Beads of sweat hung on the bridge of Feng Deng's nose: "Don't panic, stop the bleeding."

After another half an hour, the anesthesiologist Xu Yongan reminded: "The patient has ventricular fibrillation!"

Feng Deng sped up his speech: "Turn on the direct current, fifty joules."

"No, Professor, there is no response."

Feng Deng pushed the assistant away and pressed Kong Zhuo's chest: "One hundred joules!"

"Professor, the patient's pupils are dilated."

"two hundred!"

Xu Yongan, who was sitting in front of the electrocardiogram, said, "Professor, the patient's pulse has stopped."

"Professor, please calm down, the patient has passed away."

After a long time, Feng Deng stopped his movements, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands to close Kong Zhuo's eyes, the corners of which were slightly moist.Later, a white cloth covered Kong Zhuo's body.

Kong Zhuo, 50 years old, has worked hard all his life, has no wife and children, and has no talent for filming. He won the first award in his life at the age of 49. He stopped breathing before seeing the new drama pass the review and become a star.Like a stubborn stone, the edges and corners have been worn away by the years, and finally, the years drilled a hole in him.He shattered, crumbled, and left the world with regrets.

Feng Deng walked out of the operating room and met Wang Qingkang, Kong Zhuo's assistant.After observing the expressions of Han Le and the others, Wang Qingkang had a bad feeling: "Director Kong...he..."

Feng Deng shook his head and nodded again.

The meaning is obvious—it can’t be saved, Kong Zhuo is dead.

Song Xinyuan, who was squatting in the corner, jumped up and slapped Feng Deng.

"Song Xinyuan, what are you doing?" Han Le roared, "You must be sick!"

"Don't hospitals exist to save people? If you're not sure, why do you have to operate on him?" Song Xinyuan sneered.

At this moment, the family members have no other way to vent their anger except to resent the doctor.

"Fuck, if it weren't for your dad... I really want to beat you up, you think we don't—"

"Han Le, you hand in the operation report first, and then provide psychological counseling." After Feng Deng instructed Han Le, he looked at Song Xinyuan, "Does your hand not hurt?"

"Don't worry about it."

Song Xinyuan stepped on Feng Deng and ran to the morgue.

"Professor Feng, is he okay? He seems a little abnormal." Han Le pointed to his head.

Feng Deng glanced at his feet and smiled: "He's normal."

Han Le: "..." He couldn't figure out who was abnormal.

Before Kong Zhuo died, he entrusted a lawyer to write the will on behalf of him. He gave one-third of his property to Wang Qingkang, and left the rest to Song Xinyuan for the purpose of father-son relationship.He hoped that his ashes would be scattered in the river and run away.

Song Xinyuan didn't want to disappoint Kong Zhuo's wishes, so he signed the legal document.

The next day, Song Xinyuan walked into a law firm and met a female lawyer.

"Sister Tian, ​​are you ready?"

"Okay, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, then I will submit the indictment, copy, and evidentiary materials to the people's court. Xiao Song, I will do my best."

"Thank you, Miss Tian."

Three days later, a court summons was sent to Qianyang University Hospital.

Caller: Feng Deng.

The author says:

The comments in the last chapter made me confused, why do you think it is orthopedics?Hahaha, which sentence made you misunderstand?I want to express that Feng Deng and Song Yanqing are enemies, and I will definitely talk about what kind of hatred later.I hinted at the ending of Kong Dao in Chapter 4/33/34; do you want Dad to wake up? I think death is the best ending for him. He was supposed to have an accident in the last chapter, but I dragged him to this chapter.My rhythm has always been like this, I like to move forward in layers, these plots are what I have planned in advance.The teacher is famous, and I want to highlight Xiao Song's desperate state of mind in these two chapters, and pave the way for his next extreme behavior, so as to prevent his actions from being weird and abrupt. After all, what he wants to do is not as simple as exposing Feng Deng.