Shengsheng

2003. 2, 27

Province G.

"Hey, give up on that one! Let's all out! Don't squeeze the registration! Three beds? Three beds? Are you there? The bed has been changed, are the family members here?"

"..."

"Comrade, the registration is not here! Yes, first go to the blood test and take a film before going upstairs! Yes, the registration window is over there. By the way, tell me your name, your surname is Liang? Oh, what Director Wang said earlier is that you are right ?"

In the early morning, when the sky dawned, the noisy traffic on both sides of the road rolled by, and the wind with damp and cold air in the air was whistling.

A row of red flags fluttered at the gate of Zhongshan Hospital, a taxi was broadcasting in English with its front windows open, and a man in a jacket was wearing a big mask to buy cigarettes not far away.

It's 9:23 in the morning, G Provincial Central Hospital.

At first glance, the whole hospital looked like it was at war. Everyone's tone was full of gunpowder, anxious, irritable, and extremely disturbing.

In the inpatient department, an emergency room nurse holding a patient registration board stood in the corridor in a somewhat anxious tone to greet people.

The back of her white coat was already covered with sweat, and the rubber gloves she was wearing were a little slippery on the palms of her hands. From time to time, a nurse helped pass her by on a stretcher, with anxious expressions on her face.

Under such circumstances, Liang Sheng came to the registration office of Zhongshan Hospital.

Today he was wearing something thick, two sweaters, a fleece vest, and a jacket in three layers, covering his whole body as if he was out of tune with the temperature.

Before that, he and a group of people in the lower-level fresh food factory stayed up for a whole week and nights over the procurement process of the supermarket.

During this period of time, he didn't have time to contact Jin Ping Lao Cao, and even made time to call his own voice from time to time to care about his studies.

During the process, Liang Sheng, as the owner of the shares of 'Maojin', had been negotiating with overseas investors.

Because the person in charge of this negotiation at Metro is an out-and-out American.

In terms of business, he pays more attention to American business rules. He believes that since Liang Sheng wants to cooperate with them now, the basic suppliers should come from overseas and pay them high agency fees.

This is related to the agency fee for the final cooperation. Liang Sheng and Lao Cao Jinping had discussed the detailed budget in mind from the very beginning.

After all, now that he is going to be the first 'SHOPPINGMALL' in China, he must have sufficient financial preparations at the beginning.

But the reason why this matter has not been reached until now is that the price offered by the other party is different from Liang Sheng's budget.

Once he agreed, Liang Sheng and the others would have to spend all of their turnover in the first five years of operation to continue the cooperation, which would undoubtedly be very unfavorable to him.

Because of this, the original cooperative franchise fee and fresh purchase process were filled with a strong smell of gunpowder because of disagreements between the two parties.

While trying to find a way to deal with these back-and-forth foreigners, Liang Sheng was still struggling with each other, but after talking for three whole days, there was still no resolution on this matter.

He thought in his heart that he must be steady this time, and he must not take it lightly at this juncture and ruin a major event.

I have to think about the oath I made when I went to the provincial capital for the first time, facing the Yangtze River under the bridge;

I also have to think about the excitement he felt when he was standing on the next floor of the stock exchange and seeing the existence of Qu Chao, and he should think about the infinitely possible future that belongs to himself and Xiao Liangsheng.

But in this matter, there is no other way to break through the current predicament, except for him himself to come forward to the headquarters to continue to show his cards and list the existing problems of both parties.

Especially since he still has so many mouths under his hands.

Just a few factories in Changping, as well as people from the head office in City Y are all waiting to see if the deal will be settled, which makes it even more difficult for him to lose the chain at such a critical juncture.

But when he returned to the hotel after talking with someone the night before, and was thinking about whether to book another plane ticket to go to Beijing for further negotiations, something suddenly went wrong for him.

Low-grade fever, cough.

There seemed to be something strange stuck in the throat, and the lymph nodes under the thighs and parotid glands were inexplicably swollen, and there was no joy anywhere in the whole body.

During that time, he also heard rumors about the nationwide high incidence of 'flu' from people around him during his busy schedule.

But he is 1.8 meters tall, and he is a young and middle-aged man with good physical fitness. It makes no sense that he would be easily knocked down by a "flu", so he didn't take it to heart.

In addition, he is a rough person, and he has a bitter background growing up with radish and pickles since he was a child.

In the past, let alone a cold or fever, no matter how severe the illness was, eating a good night's sleep with the head covered would pass, but this time it was different.

Not only physically, but the early symptoms of the 'pneumonia fever', which is easy to be taken lightly without paying attention, are still getting worse.

My mind is still spinning all day long, it is difficult to be supported by others, my body is sweating hard, and my mouth is still full of oral ulcers caused by inflammation.

——It was also here that Liang Sheng, who had lost his usual cautiousness, was so busy with the store during this period of time that he realized that something was wrong with his situation.

After all, although he loves money, he also cherishes his life.

As a person who has relived his life, he understands better than anyone else that only by having a good health can he exert the greatest value and meaning of his life.

But the current situation in his own physical condition does not seem like a 'small matter' anyway.

But since returning home years ago, he seems to be gradually losing some memories of his previous life, that is, the 'memory of previous lives' that has always helped him.

So even though he tried hard to think about whether there was any special event in 2002, his mind was still vague.

["Luo Dayou's National Tour Concert, which was originally scheduled for February 2, was successfully held the day before yesterday. During the period of 'flu' raging, many fans and friends still rushed to the scene to support,

"Capital News on the 26th, the flu that has swept across China for many days has spread to new areas again. An American businessman based in Shanghai passed through Hong Kong, China the day before yesterday, and suddenly fell ill after arriving in Hanoi, Vietnam. He has been confirmed to be infected. This is the first time. A special case of pneumonia spreading from China to Vietnam..."

"This morning, a professor from Sun Yat-Sen University was found to have a low-grade fever again when he passed through Hong Kong and checked into a hotel. The Hong Kong City Government is currently investigating the matter..."]

Liang Sheng was inexplicably a little terrified by the sound of the broadcast broadcasting from the TV.

He always felt that the current symptoms on his body had something to do with the familiar 'flu' mentioned on TV, but he couldn't think of it at all, and it was terrible and terrifying.

That night, he had a dream that made his back wet with fear when he woke up.

In his previous life, when he was still as small as Xiao Liangsheng, he seemed to have such a vague memory.

In my memory, there was a very pungent smell of disinfectant and mature vinegar. One day, everyone suddenly became afraid of catching a cold. They wore masks every day when they went out, and they had to take their body temperature regularly.

There was no one in the old street of the waterworks for several months, and everyone did not go to school or work, and the TV kept showing that someone got sick, or how many people died.

Sick?died?So what are these diseases?

"SARS... People on TV said that they got SARS, that's why the school was closed. It is said that many people outside have got SARS..."

"...No, SARS?"

Those two words that Liang Sheng was forced to recall in his dream awakened the most terrifying nightmare about the memory of the times deep in his soul as an ordinary person.

He couldn't believe that he was actually in such a hurry.

Not only did he really face this terrible infectious disease that once caused a huge storm in half of China, but he is even more likely to be in the center of the worst disease.

But SARS, SARS, this is a deadly disease... If at this moment he really got this terrible plague that killed people.

As an ordinary person, what should he do?What will happen to his voice in the future?

Because of this dream and this deepest feared question.

Liang Sheng, who caught up with his own people in other places, couldn't do anything for a while. He didn't dare to alarm his family and Xiao Liangsheng first. Instead, he suppressed his fear and made a call to Beijing, someone he trusted at the moment.

"Liang Sheng, why did you call me suddenly? What? What's wrong with you?"

Qu Chao, who hadn't seen him for many days, the voice on the other end of the phone was still so calm and gentle, and at this time, it revealed a sense of intimacy.

He and his secretary Jiang Qingquan were on a business trip in the capital for a business a few years ago.

During this period of time, I occasionally emailed Liang Sheng, but basically I chatted with each other about work and business in a serious manner.

Liang Sheng has always respected each other more, so at this juncture, he didn't dare to joke about some results, but he took the phone and told him about it.

But as soon as he told his situation, Qu Chao, who was usually not very angry, lost his tone, and even the next sentence, he immediately threw a phone number over and reprimanded,

"You're so smart, you're used to it, and now you're confused! Why didn't you say this a week ago? Do you really think that you are the reincarnation of a god, and that your own life is not important?"

"..."

"Listen to me, now, go to the hospital for an examination immediately, don't delay! Take this phone and find this doctor to check it out immediately! If you still want to go home to see your brother and fight your world, don't Delay! Go to the hospital immediately!"

It was for this reason that Liang Sheng immediately brought his ID card and medical insurance card and went to the outpatient department of Zhongshan Hospital to register early this morning.

Xiao Mao, who has been following him all this time, just drove him all the way here, now go to the nearby snack bar to have breakfast first, and come up later to bring him breakfast.

Since the doctor was introduced by Qu Chao, the efficiency in all aspects must be very fast. In addition, I am an expert in the respiratory department, so it is more convenient in all aspects.

So with the blood test, chest X-ray.

Liang Sheng, who was a bit confused with half of his brain, walked through a bunch of departments all by himself.

Along the way, he didn't take off his mask and only unbuttoned his sweater twice, so he didn't dare to talk to doctors and nurses.

——In fact, he was already a little scared.

In fact, to be honest, he is not really a person who is so timid that he is easily greedy for life and afraid of death.

He is usually used to running around the world lawlessly, thinking about earning a lot of money, and in his previous life he was a lone hero who risked his life and death to save others. He shouldn't be so afraid of the illusory and unknown death this time.

But if it was in the past, he felt that he would be able to hold on, but now, he felt that he was afraid.

Because as long as he thinks that there is such a little guy who hasn't grown up at all waiting for him at home, he feels scared from the bottom of his heart.

I am afraid that my voice will be sad, and I am afraid that my voice will be uncomfortable.

He was afraid that he would cry when he knew he was gone, and that no one would be able to take care of him in the future. These fears came from the deepest part of his heart, and Liang Sheng was more afraid than not being able to make money or making a fortune.

Because in the face of real life and death, he simply cannot bear such a heavy responsibility.

What's more coincidental is that at this moment, he still has a photo taken with Xiao Liangsheng during his trip to Beijing last time in his wallet pocket, but at this juncture, Liang Sheng, whose palms are full of terrifying sweat beads, dare not take a look at it. Take it out and see.

"Brother! Brother! Take a look! That building is so big! It's still tall, let's take a picture and bring it home for Grandma Lin and Lin Tong to see!"

"Hey, okay, okay, is that building..."

"Brother! Brother! There is a plane over there! A plane flew over it just now! There is a long tail behind it, brother, did you catch it!!"

"Eh? Where is it? Where is it? Just point it out to me!"

The memory of that period of joy in Beijing seems to be still vivid at this moment.

But at this moment, he felt that what he was waiting for was a beheading knife hanging over his head, a death notice that determined his fate.

So I waited another half an hour to get the results, waiting outside in the emergency room. The sweater that Liang Sheng was wearing to keep warm in the fleece vest was soaked in sweat.

He couldn't help frowning at his report with the back of one hand trembling slightly, while the other hand covered his mouth's too impatient and hot breath.

The white blood cell count is 4000, which is still barely maintained at the normal value.

There are small droplets of stasis in the lungs. It is necessary to wait for the chief physician to see his chest X-ray in person, so as to further determine whether he has a fever or other special reasons.

Regarding whether he is the current "pneumonia fever" in the broad sense, that is, whether he is already a carrier of the two-word virus, he still needs to be hospitalized for isolation and further waiting for the results to be confirmed.

At this juncture, he had to wait.

Also had to wait.

And this wait was exactly three full days.