Song Yuzhang

"Maybe I was young before, so I couldn't tell..." Nie Qingyun had already cried for a while, but now his eyes were bright red, and he was still calm. Good morning, the doctor is still researching, and he is not in a hurry to draw a conclusion," Nie Qingyun straightened his back, "Go back, I will take care of you here."

Song Yuzhang put his hands in his pockets and slowly curled up unconsciously, "I don't have anything important, I'll just wait here."

Nie Qingyun lowered his face and said softly: "Bonian is my nephew, you don't have to worry too much."

Song Yuzhang glanced at her, and said in a low voice, "Is now the time to talk about this?"

Nie Qingyun raised his face and saw that the worry and tension on Song Yuzhang's face were so real, almost exactly the same as hers, he couldn't help but tears rolled down his eyes again, "Bonian, he is still so young, he has neither mother nor father..."

Song Yuzhang stretched out his arms and hugged her.

Nie Qingyun's high-heeled shoes bumped lightly on the ground, and his forehead was pressed against Song Yuzhang's shoulder, and he couldn't help crying again.

Not long after, Nie Yinbing also rushed over. He had just come out of the mine, covered in dust and smoke. When he came in, he first asked Nie Qingyun, "How is Bonian?"

"After an X-ray, it seems that there is something wrong with the lungs."

Nie Yinbing nodded calmly, turned to look at Song Yuzhang, "You're here."

Song Yuzhang said: "Well, sit down first, the doctors are still discussing."

Nie Yinbing sat down beside him, and Song Yuzhang saw that his knees were dusty, so he reached out and patted him.

Nie Yinbing looked over.

Song Yuzhang whispered: "Did you fall?"

Nie Yinbing didn't speak.

Until about nine o'clock in the night, the doctors finally discussed and came to a conclusion. They believed that Nie Bonian's lungs were congenitally underdeveloped. It was well maintained before and he was young, so it was not obvious. Now Nie Bonian As we get older, the pressure on the lungs increases, and the symptoms appear.

"If it is older, it may be a bit like a tuberculosis patient. It will cough very badly. It is common to have a fever and cough up blood."

Song Yuzhang listened quietly, his heart speeding up following the doctor's words.

Nie Qingyun's lips trembled, and tears flowed from his dry and painful eyes.

"Can it be cured?" Nie Yinbing asked calmly.

The doctors shook their heads in shame.

"Current domestic medical technology and equipment are not advanced enough. Let us treat him. We can only delay and alleviate his symptoms as much as possible. If we want to cure him," the doctor gestured, "I guess we still need to use a knife. His left lung Dysplasia, the right lung seems to be fine, maybe the dysplasia part needs to be removed, it’s hard for us to draw a conclusion, Mr. Nie, it’s best to take him abroad to have a look and see what the foreign doctors say.”

Song Yuzhang said: "What will happen if you don't move the knife?"

The doctor said: "It's hard for me to say, maybe I can live to adulthood."

Listening to his tone, Song Yuzhang seemed to be very lucky to live to adulthood after suffering from this disease. His face became tense, and he said in a low voice, "Then what about surgery?"

"If it's good, I should be able to be the same as ordinary people, but the one-sided lung is missing, which has a slight impact. Survival, that's not a problem."

"Thank you doctor."

The matter was so clear, as soon as the doctors left, Nie Qingyun immediately said: "I want to take Bonian abroad!" She was flustered, as if wishing she could grow wings immediately, and carry Nie Bonian on her body to float away Crossing the sea, helping Nie Bonian find a good doctor, perform a good operation and cure the disease.

Nie Yinbing remained silent, and neither did Song Yuzhang.

They are unanimously distraught.

Nie Bonian woke up. After waking up, there was nothing unusual, but his face was red and he was about to have a fever. Song Yuzhang saw that his blushing was abnormal, and lightly touched Nie Bonian's face with his palm. Nie Bonian's face swelled and turned red. A cough came from Dudu's lips.

With this cough, Nie Bonian coughed several more times.

The voices are very small, muffled and suffocated.

Song Yuzhang asked carefully, "Bonian, when did you start coughing? To be honest, don't lie to us."

Nie Bonian looked around at the three elders with big eyes, and said in a low voice, "I've been wanting to cough since the weather warmed up."

"Then why have I never heard you say it?" Nie Qingyun asked anxiously.

Nie Bo Nian lowered his head, "I just want to cough, it's not a big deal."

"How can your business be trivial?!"

Nie Qingyun was a little out of control, Song Yuzhang hugged her shoulder hard, Nie Qingyun held back tears again.

"It's okay, Bonian, little aunt is just too anxious." Song Yuzhang comforted.

Nie Bo said in a young voice: "I know, I just don't want you to worry, if you cough, just hold it—cough—that'll be fine."

"Good boy, Bonian," Song Yuzhang rubbed his hair, "You are very sensible, thank you."

Nie Qingyun turned and left the ward a little unbearably.

"Second Uncle, Brother Yuzhang," Nie Bonian raised his face and whispered, "Am I sick again?"

Song Yuzhang took his hand, and said softly: "It's not that you're sick again, it's your previous illness, and the doctors have found the root cause."

"Isn't it because of premature birth?"

"It's because of premature birth, premature birth... your lungs are not fully developed, so you always have a cold and fever."

"lung……"

Nie Bonian blinked, "Then, can it be cured?"

"can."

Song Yuzhang squeezed his little hand, "Aren't you afraid that you're going abroad for treatment?"

Nie Bonian smiled, "I've never been abroad, but I'm not afraid, I can speak a lot of English."

Song Yuzhang felt a pain in his heart when he heard his childish words, so he leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Good boy, that's amazing."

In the ward, Nie Yinbing remained silent, but after he left, he made a final decision, "Qingyun, take Bonian to America."

Nie Qingyun waited for his words, and hurriedly said: "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely find the best doctor in the best hospital to treat Bonian."

Nie Yinbing said "Yes", "The sooner the better."

Nie Qingyun also nodded in agreement, she felt settled, so she quickly wiped her face and went in to look at Nie Bonian again.

Song Yuzhang looked back at the door of the ward, feeling the wind and rain in his heart, not knowing where the child in this ward would go.

"It's fine to send it abroad, after all, with Sister Qingyun by my side, you and I can rest assured, the foreign doctor is very capable, so he must be able to cure it..."

Song Yuzhang murmured, as if speaking to Nie Yinbing, but also as if talking to himself, comforting himself.

"Life is a matter of life and death," Nie Yinbing was still very calm, "It's his fate that comes from the mother's womb."

Song Yuzhang looked down at the shadow on his knees, and said in a low voice, "Do your best and obey the destiny."

At ten o'clock, Song Yuzhang left the hospital. When he left the hospital, he saw Meng Tingjing standing beside the car. He was not in the mood to deal with Meng Tingjing right now, and went around with his hands in his pockets.

Meng Tingjing followed, "I went in and inquired. Nie Bonian suffered from lung disease, which cannot be cured at home, so he has to go abroad for treatment."

Song Yuzhang said as he walked, "Yes."

"I once knew two experts in pulmonary medicine abroad."

Song Yuzhang stopped and looked back at Meng Tingjing.

Meng Tingjing looked normal and said: "One of them is a good friend of my mentor, I will go back and send him a telegram, tell me, what's wrong with Nie Bonian?"

Song Yuzhang got into his car, and asked Meng Tingjing to get in too. After describing Nie Bonian's illness, Meng Tingjing said: "I remember, don't worry too much, his illness usually doesn't show anything. The special symptoms indicate that the illness is not serious, if it is really serious, he should not be able to survive not long after he was born."

The words are not nice, but the truth is true. Nie Bonian has lived to such an age, that is, he is a little weak. Even the doctor thinks he is only weak, which means that the lung problem is not so hopeless.

"Is the doctor reliable?" Song Yuzhang asked softly.

"reliable."

Song Yuzhang looked at Meng Tingjing suspiciously.

Meng Ting's face was serious, and he scratched his temples with his fingers, "When I was in school, I had some small conflicts with someone, and that person hurt his lungs. My tutor introduced him to him, and his medical skills are very good."

"A skirmish?"

Meng Tingjing gave a concealed "hmm".

Song Yuzhang turned his face and looked out the window. He thought that he would not be able to laugh tonight, but the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and soon he pressed it down again, and he gave a faint "hmm" .

Song Yuzhang sent Meng Tingjing back to Meng's house, and when he reached the gate of Meng's house, Song Yuzhang said in a low voice, "Thank you for your concern."

Meng Tingjing hesitated in his heart, but still couldn't hold back, he lowered his voice and said, "It's too dangerous to set up an arsenal."

"I won't talk about the truth, I think you all understand, seeking skin from a tiger, Song Yuzhang, tell me, what exactly are you planning?"

Song Yuzhang was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Live."

"live?"

"Yes."

"If you don't do this, can't you live?"

"I can live," Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "I can't live happily."

"Unhappy?" Meng Tingjing pursed her lips deeply, "Do you think I make you unhappy? You must ride on my head to be considered happy?"

"Not at all."

"I didn't stare at you, so I thought...forget it, I can't tell," Song Yuzhang smiled softly at Meng Tingjing again, "It's still an old saying, I don't care about you, and you don't care about me. Thank you for the Bonian matter. If you Let me know if you need help, and don’t talk about anything else.”

Meng Tingjing was very angry when he saw that he didn't take oil and salt, and got out of the car quietly. After Song Yuzhang walked away, he kicked down the small flowerpot at the door.

The flower pot splashed all over the ground, Meng Tingjing entered the courtyard with a face as heavy as water, all kinds of past events flashed in his mind, those scenes of him and Song Yuzhang fighting for victory and defeat were especially clear, Meng Tingjing kicked into the garden again A cedar tree in his heart, angry and angry, said to himself coldly: "Retribution."

Nie Bo Nian had a low fever, and he didn't care about waiting for his fever to subside. Everyone was afraid that his condition would suddenly change. Song Yuzhang asked Liao Tiandong for two air tickets to the United States. Liao Tiandong couldn't help but said, "Why are there so many people around you recently?" People want to leave?"

Song Yuzhang was almost silent when he asked him, thinking that this person really does not open which pot he does not lift which pot!

Song Qiyuan went to Nancheng first. There was a phone in the temple in Nancheng. He dialed the phone back and asked Song Yekang to say a few words.

Nie Qingyun and Nie Bo arrived in the United States a few days later. Nie Qingyun had studied abroad, and it was easy to contact the hospital for hospitalization. She also contacted the two experts provided by Meng Tingjing one by one.

When the telegram came, Song Yuzhang felt peaceful in his heart. After he put the telegram, he looked around the empty room and suddenly felt lonely.

Well, let's be alone, if there is a parting, there should be something to gain, and in this case, he has to work hard!

There was a loud bang, and another road was blasted open.

Yu Feiyu was covered in dust by the river, shaking his head and brushing the dust on the back of his neck lightly, and spat out a mouthful of mud, he couldn't hear the people around him clearly, and there was a rumbling sound in his ears, which seemed to be the result of an attack. After rubbing the sand and slapping it vigorously a few times, he turned his face and said, "What? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

"Gong Yu—"

The man shouted at the top of his voice, "Dynamite—not enough—"