Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Song Nuan's family lives in the suburbs, and there are fewer and fewer cars. In April, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the flowers are blooming and the willows are green. Even the air is a bit fresher.

Zhu Yilong was in a good mood, and couldn't help but strike up a conversation again: "Doctor Song, your car is really beautiful."

"Well, go ahead and give me a few more compliments."

"I found that on this road, you can always choose the fastest and most suitable lane. You see, you ran very fast on the riverside road, just in time for the green light to cross the intersection in the last few seconds. Just now you ran at a very uniform speed again, just If I catch up with the green light, it might be 10 minutes slower." Zhu Yilong made a serious conclusion.

"Not bad, Professor Shen!" Song Nuan backhanded her praise, "You really understand me. I admire you."

"Haha, promise."

"I've been on this road for four years, and if I don't get some experience, I will waste my science student's brain." Song Nuan was a little proud.

"When you explained your illness last night and this morning, I was overwhelmed. I understood so many technical terms, but I couldn't repeat them." Zhu Yilong continued to praise Song Nuan sparing no effort.

Song Nuan was even more proud, "The reason is very simple, you can only give others one point if you have ten points. And I am super good at reciting, so I am not called a master for nothing." Almost home, Song Nuan began to groan.

Zhu Yilong applauded appreciatively.

Song Nuan parked the car downstairs, tilted her head and looked at the crowd, "Let's go upstairs when there is no one else." She was not afraid that Zhu Yilong would be recognized, but mainly to avoid suspicion, afraid that others would say that she married a man of the right age Going home, the impact is not good.

"Also!" Song Nuan turned to face Zhu Yilong, "My mother said something inappropriate, please don't worry about it, please forgive her, and I will apologize for her." Her words were cautious, she could see that she was really worried, and she held her hands tightly. The hands on the steering wheel turned white.

"Don't worry, I will never." Zhu Yilong felt that Song Nuan's worries were superfluous.

Song Nuan said thank you, she pulled out the key and asked Zhu Yilong to get out of the car, and when she opened the door, she murmured, "My mother has never been out of Gucheng, nor has she received a distinguished guest like you, I'm afraid to scare her."

Song Nuan's house is clean and tidy, as if newly renovated.Song Nuan's mother has gray hair, but there are no wrinkles on her face. She looks only 50 to [-] years old. She is kind and gentle, and she is a typical representative of a good wife and mother in ancient China.Zhu Yilong is definitely better at pleasing the elderly than Song Nuan. The two exchanged polite greetings for a while. Zhu Yilong thanked and thanked again. Song's mother became more and more confused the more she listened. Song Nuan quietly watched them perform, and then silently went to the dinner table: "Mr. Zhu, you really plan to knock one, it's almost there, come to eat."

At any rate, Song Nuan's mother was her own mother. Seeing the tired face of the baby girl, she immediately filled the meal with chopsticks and put it on the table, and called Zhu Yilong to sit down and eat.

"I'll do it myself." Zhu Yilong felt very sorry to see Song Nuan's mother helping him with the meal.

"It's okay, you go wash your hands first." Song Nuan was already hungry, and waited for the guests to move their chopsticks first.

"You accompany Xiao Zhu to dinner first, I'm going to grandma's house." Song Nuan's mother waited for them to sit down, then changed her shoes and prepared to go downstairs.

"Go after eating. Is my aunt waiting for you?"

"She's here, I'll bring some meat to your grandma. Xiao Zhu, I'll go out for a while, you eat slowly, and ask Song Nuan to bring you more food." Song Nuan's mother told the two of them.

Zhu Yilong was very well educated, so he got up quickly and sent Song Nuan's mother out before returning to sit down. Song Nuan was already hungry and her chest was pressed against her back.

After sitting down, Zhu Yilong stared blankly at the three big bowls in front of him, each bowl was a bit bigger than Song Nuan's, one bowl contained white rice, the other bowl was hand-rolled noodles with bone broth, and there was a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Song Nuan had already picked up the chopsticks, and patiently explained: "Our family uses different bowls, chopsticks, and cups. I use small bowls for weight loss. Yours are all new bowls. My mother just washed them."

"You have a lot of bowls." Zhu Yilong sighed.

"That's right, you have to drink soup when you eat. My nephew eats three bowls. The porridge is for the morning. Don't drink it if you don't want to drink it. You can have leftovers, so you don't have to eat it. Come, try fried pork with chili." Song Nuan Recently, I gave up spicy food and pushed the pepper to Zhu Yilong.

After eating a meal for half an hour, Zhu Yilong ate all three bowls, and there was not much left on a plate of chili fried pork. Song Nuan was dumbfounded when he saw it, "Don't you actors control your diet?"

Zhu Yilong was a little embarrassed, "I've been gaining weight recently, your meat is too fragrant."

Song Nuan tapped the plate with chopsticks, "Let me introduce to you grandly, the chicken was raised by my mother for three years, and it was stewed in a pressure cooker last night. The rapeseed, peppers, carrots, and celery are all from my father's small vegetable garden." I picked it today, the pig was raised by my brother himself, and I just killed it this morning, I still have a video of the bloodletting, can you watch it?"

Zhu Yilong hiccupped suddenly, and he was even more embarrassed, "I'm here to see Auntie, and I still trouble you so much."

"There are a lot of people eating in our house, so you can eat like this if you don't come, you're welcome." Song Nuan poured a glass of water for Zhu Yilong.

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Song Nuan almost choked on the continuous and familiar knock on the door. She made a silent gesture to Zhu Yilong, and when she looked into the cat's eyes, it was indeed her ancestor. She sighed, first took Zhu Yilong to hide in the bedroom, and told him, "I Grandma, don't talk, don't come out."

Zhu Yilong nodded obediently.

Song Nuan made mental preparations for half a minute, opened the door to greet her, chatted with the old lady for a long time, and then sent the old lady away with a headache and stomachache.

When Zhu Yilong came out of the bedroom, he had a strange expression on his face. Song Nuan didn't bother to delve into it, so he sent the cigarettes and alcohol on the ground to his arms, "Thank you, thank you, and I've eaten, you can go back to accompany auntie." .”

Zhu Yilong refused, "I brought this to my uncle, how can I take it back."

Song Nuan insisted, "My dad doesn't touch alcohol and tobacco. You are too high-end. I am reluctant to give it to others. I will keep the tea and seafood. Aren't you going to pick up the experts? Bring them to the experts." She pushed Zhu Yilong away. Hurry out, "The car that picks you up is here, go quickly."

Zhu Yilong smiled helplessly, "Okay, then I'll go first, you have a good rest. Call me if you need anything."

Song Nuan leaned against the door and smiled: "This is my line, Auntie has something to call me, goodbye."

Song Nuan saw Zhu Yilong leaving in the car from the window before turning around. She changed into her slippers and was about to take a shower. When she went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, she lost her balance and fell on the bed.

There is a 20-inch photo on the wall above Song Nuan's bed, which she took three years ago. She is staring sideways at the front, her long hair reaches her knees, and her white skirt is flying around. It looks like a wedding photo.The night before yesterday, she put up a poster next to the photo. The people on the poster looked at her two by two, with affection like the sea.It was Mr. Zhu Yilong.

Song Nuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, hugging the quilt to cover her red and hot old face.

The Department of Neurology made an exception and handed in a shift on Sunday, and all the head nurses were present, trying their best to ensure that the 47-bed VIP patients were successfully transferred to another department for surgery.

The atmosphere in the department was tense, as if to welcome the top three review, the corridor was almost blocked.The patients whispered and watched.

The head nurse made tea and received the leader in the demonstration classroom. The multidisciplinary director and the Beijing experts discussed the details of the operation plan. The deputy head nurse checked the transfer list back and forth. sorting out medical records.

At around ten o'clock, the patient was finally transferred away safely, and the leaders also went back to their respective offices to drink tea. From now on, Shen Nian and the dean, the operating room, and the intensive care unit were tied to the same rope, but with the Department of Neurology, It has absolutely no connection with Song Nuan.

After Song Nuan processed the doctor's order, she was discharged in the office. Patients came to see her from time to time. Director Qi had already gone home, leaving her and Yang Yun to see the ward.It was almost eleven o'clock, and the sisters in the department began to discuss what to have for lunch.

Song Nuan went to bed for 24 hours, and even though she slept all afternoon, she still didn't recover much. She lacked interest, so please ask Xu Zhen to bring her lunch at noon.

"Come on, tonic." Xu Qian sat down in front of Song Nuan, handed over a small note, and gossiped: "Why are you so listless, what is the origin of bed 47?"

"I checked the room this morning and found that the sign of the attending physician on the wall was gone. What should I do if the head nurse didn't say anything?" Song Nuan asked him.

"What a big deal, I'll post it up for you later, I have a stack." Xu Qian was very generous, "You will give me a diagnosis certificate later."

"Is it really sick or is it fake?"

"If I'm really sick, I'll ask you to prescribe it."

"No! I have principles, okay?"

Xu Qian was about to lose her temper when she suddenly heard the nurse calling: "Song Nuan, answer the phone."

Song Nuan reluctantly went to answer the phone, "Hello, hello."

"I'm in the operating room, come here." The other side was very rude, and it sounded like a nurse in the operating room.

"What's the matter?" Song Nuan was unhappy and didn't want to go, "Is there anything missing?"

"You'll know when you come here. Hurry up, I'm waiting to get on stage." He continued to urge, and hung up the phone directly.

Song Nuan almost collapsed, she also dropped the phone, stomped her feet, finally handed over the shift, and rolled spinelessly to the operating room.

There was no one outside the operating room, so Song Nuan went to the nurse's station and was told that the patient hadn't come to the stage yet, and the doctor was calming the patient down in the ward.Song Nuan went to the ward again, but the ward was still a single room, and the experts were not there. Dr. Jiang was explaining the illness, and Father Zhu was with him.

Song Nuan came in to say hello, "Doctor Jiang, is there anything missing from the case?"

"Xiao Song, I'm the one looking for you." Shen Nian waved to Song Nuan, "Please make this trip hard."

"It's okay, Auntie, what's your order?" Song Nuan hurried forward to get closer.

Shen Nian smiled happily, and by the way sent everyone else out, wanting to chat with Song Nuan alone, Song Nuan's heart immediately lifted.

"Auntie, are you a little nervous? This is a minor operation, and it will be fine after a night of sleep." Song Nuan decided to act first.

"Zhu Yilong's father has already told me the truth, saying that I probably won't be able to get off the operating table." Shen Nian said very calmly.

Wow, Dad Zhu is worthy of being the champion, and his mental quality is really strong. In fact, Song Nuan agrees with this approach, and patients have the right to know, "Auntie, don't worry, experts from Beijing and Shanghai have come here. This is the highest level in China. They often Aneurysm surgery, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ll go back to the department to get information and explain this disease to you in simple terms.” Song Nuan is definitely addicted to popular science.

"Thank you Xiao Song, actually I'm not worried about myself, I'm already 60 years old, I have nothing to be afraid of." Shen Nian was very calm, she held Song Nuan's hands, "Good boy, Auntie wants to talk to you. Although Zhu Yilong has grown up and is able to take care of himself, I can't close my eyes when I don't see him getting married."

Shen Nian's hands are very warm and powerful, her eyes are clear, as if she wants to see Song Nuan's heart, Song Nuan can't bear this kind of burning and sincere gaze, she withdraws her words about practicing Tai Chi, and holds Shen Nian back. hand, and said softly: "Auntie, I won't pretend to be stupid with you. In fact, my mother also suffered from a serious illness ten years ago. At that time, I was studying in a university in other places. My dad called a meeting with all relatives and said that no one should tell me. I don’t know about surgery and chemotherapy. When I went home to see my mother during the summer vacation, her hair fell out. She cried when she saw me, but I didn’t cry. Eleven years ago, my brother and I were in school, and she couldn’t let us go. One, I’m afraid we don’t know how to dry the quilt, I’m afraid we won’t cook and starve ourselves, I’m afraid we can’t find that person. So I never dare to cry in front of her, I want her to know that I’m an adult, and I can do anything Cope with it. Mothers always feel that their children will not grow up, and always want to arrange everything for them, but Mr. Zhu is mature and stable, and he can take care of himself. Auntie, you know the hard work he has put in to this day. He is only 11 years old. It's time to work hard, he is so nice, and he will always meet that destined person. At that time, you want to buy me a glass of wedding wine. But I am definitely not that person. "