Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li didn't have time to argue with Sheng Qianling, so he had to let him get on his electric car.

The electric scooter is a Yadi double-seat type, and there is a dark blue toolbox at the back.

The two men were tall and long-legged, and it was very crowded when they sat together, so Jiang Li had to move a little to the front.

Fortunately, Sheng Qianling didn't do anything out of bounds, and didn't say anything excessive, so he just sat quietly in the back, listening to the howling wind.

Jiang Li's home is not far from the People's Hospital, and it takes less than 10 minutes to walk through the alley.

The electric scooter is the fastest of its kind, but Jiang Li still thinks it is too slow, so he keeps turning the accelerator to the maximum, speeding all the way, shuttling between people and cars.

Although he had faced this situation several times, Jiang Li was still afraid every time he answered a phone call.

His heart was beating fast, and his narrow shoulders trembled slightly. He always felt that he had forgotten something, or that something was too late to deal with, and it was stuck in his heart, like a stick in his throat.

This fear became worse the closer they got to the County People's Hospital.

When Jiang Li rode his electric bike on Longgang East Road, he suddenly felt a pair of warm hands stretched out from his waist, gently encircling him.

He was slightly taken aback, before he had time to react, he quickly rode across the road and parked the car in the hospital carport.

After getting off the car, he went straight to the medical technology building of the hospital.

After a turbulent journey all the way, I finally arrived at the emergency room that the nurse said in the shortest time.

The corridor outside the emergency room was very quiet, only the nurse sat on the plastic strip chair and waited quietly.

Jiang Li ran over, and the nurse quickly stood up and called him, "Xiao Jiang."

The nurse is a man in his early 50s, with dark skin and a strong figure. He is a farmer who is used to doing farm work nearby.

Jiang Li said, "Uncle He, what's the situation with my dad?"

Uncle He has taken care of Jiang Haijun for almost two years and knows his medical history very well.

He said: "Just now I came in to feed Brother Jiang with water and food. He felt uncomfortable after taking a few mouthfuls. He didn't swallow the water and choked. Worried about something wrong, I added oxygen and called 120 immediately."

There was no blood on Jiang Li's face, and when illuminated by the spotlights in the corridor, it looked like a layer of pale paper.

He opened his anxious but foggy eyes, but first comforted the other party: "Uncle He, you have worked hard."

Uncle He sighed, and went to wait in front of the chair in the corridor.

Jiang Li sat down on the end of the chair dejectedly, staring blankly at the direction of the emergency room.

Across the door, Jiang Haijun's life and death were uncertain, and Jiang Li didn't know where his thoughts should fall, and what he could do to divert his anxiety.

The seat beside me sank.

Sheng Qianling sat down next to Jiang Li and comforted him silently.

Jiang Li took the initiative to say, "He has lung cancer, and chemotherapy and radiotherapy are useless."

Commonly known as waiting to die.

Sheng Qianling was startled, his eyes fell on Jiang Li's face, and he said, "How could it be?"

Jiang Li didn't know whether he was telling Sheng Qianling, or reminding himself: "The doctor issued a critical illness notice several times, saying that he would not last long, but his fate was tough, and he survived several times."

Sheng Qianling followed Jiang Li's words to comfort him: "I'll make it through this time."

Jiang Li's nose was sour, his thin shoulders were weak and slumped, and he stared blankly at the cold and thick gray iron door of the emergency room, and continued, "I don't know what he is waiting for, it seems that he is hanging on his breath and refuses to close his eyes."

Before a person is about to die, he will always grit his teeth and persist because he can't let go of the last obsession, and he will not let go of the string easily.

Jiang Li thought about it carefully, wondering if Jiang Haijun wanted to see someone for the last time, but when Jiang Haijun could still speak, he insisted that there was no such thing, and even cursed Jiang Li as an unworthy dog.

After a few times, Jiang Li didn't ask any more questions, and just continued to pay high medical expenses so that he could get meticulous care.

After a long time, the lights in front of the emergency room went out.

Several doctors in blue emergency suits pushed out the mobile bed and rushed out to the direction of the temporary ward.

Jiang Haijun's attending doctor came out last, saw Jiang Li standing outside, waved his hand, and said wearily, "Xiao Jiang, come with me."

Jiang Haijun has been treated by Dr. Fang since he was diagnosed with lung cancer.

Dr. Fang changed his clothes, brought Jiang Li back to the office, and told the truth, "Xiao Jiang, the situation is not optimistic. The rescue went well today, but the patient's lung failure is getting worse every time."

The doctor paused for a while, Jiang Li noticed it sensitively, lowered his head and said softly, "Just speak directly."

Doctor Fang lowered his voice, and said slowly, "Time is running out."

Jiang Li lowered his head with no expression on his face.

After a few seconds, Dr. Fang continued: "Now there are two options. One is to continue to observe in the nursing home, and the other is to try a batch of approved imported drugs. This drug has just passed clinical trials and can effectively prolong the patient's life. But the price is very expensive, you think about it."

Jiang Li asked, "How expensive is it?"

The doctor gave an approximate price.

It's not an astronomical figure, but it's far beyond Jiang Li's ability.

Jiang Li was silent for a while, and said, "Doctor Fang, I understand, I'm thinking about calling you back."

Doctor Fang nodded and replied, "Okay."

After the conversation, Jiang Li went to the temporary ward to visit Jiang Haijun.

He walked over in a familiar way, but stopped Sheng Qianling who wanted to follow before entering the door.

His mind and heart are in a mess now, and the pressure is like a mountain, pressing on his heart.

At this moment, he didn't want Jiang Haijun to see Sheng Qianling.

Although Jiang Haijun had never once mentioned Jiang Li's homosexuality over the years, Jiang Li knew that Jiang Haijun would never forget Sheng Qianling's face.

Sheng Qianling stopped, took a quiet look at Jiangli, and backed away silently.

There were three beds in the ward, Jiang Haijun was placed in the middle one, and the nurse Uncle He was beside him to take care of him.

Jiang Haijun had oxygen inserted into his nose, and now he had calmed down, his eyes were cloudy and he was staring at the white ceiling on the ceiling.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly to meet Jiang Li's eyes.

Jiang Haijun had no good words to say: "Unfortunately, he didn't die."

Jiang Li stared at him expressionlessly, and the words he said were not easy to hear: "You haven't had enough sins, and the king of Hades dare not accept you."

Jiang Haijun even pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, angrily: "The biggest crime I have suffered is picking you up."

Jiang Li counterattacked with a sneer: "I'm not lucky enough to be picked up by you."

Hearing the father and son's way of communication that is different from ordinary people, the nurse Lao He seemed very calm.

The first time he heard them communicate like this, he also sincerely persuaded him with a few words, such as "father and son have no overnight feud". Later, he found that after the father and son insulted each other, their mood would magically become better, so Stop talking too much.

With his back to the door, Jiang Li sat on the empty hospital bed to the left of Jiang Haijun.

He was thinking about the high-priced imported medicine in his heart, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

With his remaining savings, he might only be able to buy half a box of medicine.

But if there is a glimmer of hope that can prolong Jiang Haijun's life, he is very willing to try it.

If he can live an extra day, the father and son will earn an extra day.

Jiang Haijun had just calmed down his breathing and pulse after being rescued. He was still very weak and had no desire to speak.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes drifted to the corner of the ward, and then looked at the bright sunlight outside the window.

Spring is beautiful, but unfortunately he doesn't have the energy to go out and have a look.

After sighing inwardly, Jiang Haijun turned his head and landed on Jiang Li again on the left.

At this moment, he saw the figure of a young man appearing at the door.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was tall and handsome, just like the boy he remembered.

Jiang Haijun's heart skipped a beat, and he stared into the man's eyes in disbelief.

And Sheng Qianling didn't expect that he couldn't help leaning forward to take a look, and he happened to meet Jiang Haijun's eyes.

Jiang Haijun's eyes instantly heated up, as if within a second, there was a bottomless emotion.

They were too far apart to talk to each other, but Sheng Qianling learned the mind reading skill without a teacher at this moment.

He saw that pair of cloudy eyes cleared up briefly, staring at him fiercely, refusing to move away for a moment, as if silently expressing some intense desire.

Sheng Qianling knew that he recognized him. That year when Jixian Alley caught fire, he took Jiang Li away in front of Jiang's father.

In this shocking stare at each other, Sheng Qianling suddenly thought of what Jiang Li said earlier - "I don't know what he is waiting for, he seems to be holding his breath and refuses to close his eyes."

At this second when time intersected, Sheng Qianling had a flash of inspiration, and he understood Jiang Haijun's eyes.

That is the most common worry and pleading that a father has when he can't let go of his children.

He is in Tuogu.

In his dying struggle, he put all his eggs in one basket, begging this person who had only met him once.

Sheng Qianling squeezed his palms, and never looked away from the beginning to the end.

In the invisible corner area of ​​the door in Jiangli, Sheng Qianling solemnly nodded twice to Jiang Haijun, and accepted the heavy entrustment that he could not express in words.

When Jiang Haijun saw him, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head back, and closed his eyes tightly.

Jiang Li saw it, stretched out his foot and lightly kicked the edge of Jiang Haijun's hospital bed, and said, "Old man, don't pretend to be dead."

For the first time, Jiang Haijun didn't scold his son passionately, and even smiled lightly, and continued to take a nap.

After confirming that Jiang Haijun was fine for the time being, Jiang Li went to the hospital and asked for a car to take him and Uncle He back to the nursing home.

Coming out of the medical technology building, Jiang Li went back to the electric car shed to push his own car.

Turning around, seeing Sheng Qianling still following him, he stopped and asked him, "Do you have anything else to do?"

After such an encounter, Jiang Li completely forgot about the topic they talked about during breakfast, and Sheng Qianling didn't intend to bring it up again.

Under the spring light, Sheng Qianling stood there upright, and asked with a relaxed expression, "Jiangli, is there a SF express point near here?"

Jiang Li didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't have any curiosity to ask, so he said calmly and naturally: "Turn right when you leave the hospital, walk 200 meters and there is a small alley, turn left again, walk 100 meters, look to the right, you can see arrive."

Sheng Qianling asked back: "Can we not talk about left and right, but talk about south, east, north and west?"

Jiang Li: "..."

I really can't say this.

Seeing Jiang Li's silence, Sheng Qianling said again: "Anyway, you also rode an electric bike, can you take me there?"

Jiang Li was very confused, and couldn't help opening his mouth to fight back: "Are you treating me as a driver? In our place, motorcycles are very expensive."

Sheng Qianling nodded disapprovingly: "Okay, I'll pay."

As he spoke, he was about to take money out of his pocket.

Jiang Li: "..."

Half a minute later, Jiang Li impatiently told the people behind him: "You sit down, I'm not responsible for throwing it out."

Sheng Qianling put his hands behind his back, supported the toolbox, and said, "Sit down, let's go."

Jiang Li said so, but finally slowed down.

He turned around and came to the alley, pointed to a store and said, "That's SF Express."

Sheng Qianling got out of the car, took out his ID card from his pocket, and asked hesitantly, "Is there anything lost in this house? I have to send my ID card back to Beijing to deal with a set of real estate. If it is lost, it will be troublesome." .”

Jiang Li was a little irritable and a little speechless.

He really had no interest in what Sheng Qianling was going to do.

Not to mention the act of "handling real estate" similar to showing off wealth.This is undoubtedly holding an invisible knife and stabbing him a few times in the poor heart.

Jiang Li said coldly: "I don't know, you should buy insurance yourself."

Sheng Qianling stood there, tilted his head slightly, looked at Jiang Li for a while, and suddenly said, "Li Li, you are not as cute as before."

Jiang Li didn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What?"

Sheng Qianling thought he was asking for the reason, and explained in a serious manner: "Because you stopped talking coquettishly."

Jiang Li almost had muscle memory in his brain, and he blurted out a rebuttal without thinking: "You're probably—"

Before he finished speaking, he was cut off by himself.

The author says:

Afraid of what.