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Chapter 99 Discussion
Not caring about other things, Wang Zhong drove to the outside of the old optical film house, pushed open the courtyard door, and rushed directly into the house, followed closely by Zheng Juan.

"What's wrong with mom?"

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Zhong asked anxiously, it wasn't that Wang Zhong was overly nervous, but in the original book, because Li Suhua knew about Feng Huacheng, he fainted from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and then lay on the bed for several years.

"Bingkun?" Wang Zhong rushed into the east room, Li Suhua was lying on the kang, Zhou Zhigang was sitting on the edge of the kang, holding Li Suhua's hand, with an anxious expression on his face, Feng Yue saw Wang Zhong coming in, and rushed to Wang Zhong's side crying: "little Uncle, you are here, and grandma suddenly fainted, and she didn't wake up after pinching people for a long time."

Wang Zhong's face was solemn, and he made a decisive decision: "Pick Mom to the car first, and take her to the hospital."

Speaking of which, Wang Zhong had already reached the edge of the kang, pushed Zhou Zhigang's hand away, looked at Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong who were standing there blankly, and said, "What are you doing standing there, come and help me!"

Only then did Feng Huacheng come back to his senses, and hurried to the side of the kang, and Zhou Zhigang lifted Li Suhua onto Wang Zhong's back, just as Zheng Juan also walked in, seeing this situation, he quickly retreated, and walked by Hang up the thick cloth door curtain, and open the door completely, so as not to bump into each other when carrying Li Suhua out.

Needless to say, Wang Zhong, Zheng Juan had already ran out and opened the rear door.

Wang Zhong directly carried Li Suhua into the car, Zheng Juan quickly squeezed in, Zhou Zhigang immediately followed in the back seat, there were only four seats in the car besides the driver's seat, Zheng Juan and Zhou Zhigang squeezed into the back seat one after another, sandwiching Li Suhua In the middle, Zhou Rong stood by the car, struggled for a while, then opened the front door and got in.

"You stay with Yueyue at home, and I'll go to the hospital with you. I'll call back if there's anything wrong."

There was no room in the car, so Feng Huacheng and Feng Yue could only wait at home.

"Uncle, be careful on the road!"

"Okay, go back and wait."

As soon as the voice fell, I started the car, stepped on the clutch, put the gear on and released the handbrake, let go of the brake, and the car sped out.

Looking at the car disappearing at the end of the street, Feng Huacheng and Feng Yue's father and daughter's hearts were still hanging, and they couldn't let go.

The one closest to the optical film is 131, and Wang Chong, Qu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang are still there. 131 is a military hospital, and the medical conditions are currently more advanced than the city hospital.

Although he was anxious, Wang Zhong didn't dare to drive too fast. After entering the hospital, he carried him directly to the emergency room. After the doctor's examination, he confirmed that there was no major problem for the time being. He just passed out in a hurry, so he directly arranged for him After entering the ward, I was given an intravenous drip, and finally woke up after nine o'clock in the evening.

The doctor came over to check Li Suhua briefly, and called Wang Zhong out.

"You guys are lucky this time. Ni's mother is fine, but she has a long history of high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis, especially at her age. If she is stimulated and emotional, she can easily cause a cerebral hemorrhage. You family members can't help it." Pay attention."

Speaking of the doctor's extremely serious exhortations, he said: "Especially in sudden acute cerebral hemorrhage, the mortality rate is as high as 30% to 40%. This is no joke."

Wang Zhong thanked him repeatedly, sent the doctor away, and walked back to the ward. Li Suhua had already sat up, clamoring to go home.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Zhou Rong had nothing to do with Li Suhua.

"I'm in good health. If I'm fine, I'm going to a hospital. It's a waste of hospital expenses."

Wang Zhong arranged a single room, and the price was more expensive.

Li Suhua was not like Lao Ma, who was treated by the state and didn't have to pay for it himself. Although Qu Xiuzhen could help arrange such a good ward, Wang Zhong still had to pay for the hospitalization.

"Mom!" Zhou Rong held Li Suhua down with a worried face, preventing her from getting out of bed: "It's already this time, so don't worry about it."

"What is this time?"

Zhou Rong: "..."

"Okay mom!" Wang Zhong said in a deep voice: "You can live here in peace of mind. I have already paid the hospitalization fee for three days, and there will be a systemic examination tomorrow. I have already given the money to Juan just now. If you don’t want to live here, then the money will be for naught.”

Li Suhua got off the bed stiffly, looked at Wang Zhong who was looking at him calmly, sighed, and sat back on the bed obediently.

"The doctor said, this time you are lucky, but if there is another time, it may not be so. Don't you know what is going on with your body?"

Li Suhua smiled awkwardly, a little guilty, she wanted to say that she was in excellent health, but she fainted twice in a row, she really didn't have the confidence to say this, especially in front of Wang Zhong.

She was so tough in front of Zhou Rong, because Zhou Rong didn't know her physical condition, but Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan were clear about it.

While talking, Zheng Juan also came in with a thermos bottle and a newly bought water cup, walked to the bedside, found a jar of water, and said to Li Suhua, "Mom, let it cool down later before drinking."

Wang Zhong asked Zhou Rong. "What's going on? Why did Mom suddenly faint?"

Zhou Rong didn't answer directly, but looked at Li Suhua, then at Zhou Zhigang.

Li Suhua also subconsciously looked at Zhou Zhigang.

Zhou Zhigang didn't mean to shirk, he stood up directly, with annoyance and self-blame on his face: "I'm to blame for this today!"

Wang Zhong stared at him slightly.

Zhou Rong next to him immediately said, "Dad, how can I blame you for this!"

Wang Zhong frowned, and asked again: "What's going on?"

"Let me tell the story!" Li Suhua sighed and recounted what happened just now.

After Wang Zhong heard this, he looked at Zhou Zhigang in disbelief. This kind of plot that only appeared in movies would actually...
and many more!

This is like a film and television world.

Looking at Zhou Zhigang, Wang Zhong asked tentatively, "You, really don't know me?"

Zhou Zhigang shook his head, and looked Wang Zhong up, down, left, and right, and asked, "Are you really my son?"

From the time Wang Zhong rushed to the optical film, Zhou Zhigang had been sizing him up all the time, with strange eyes.

Wang Zhong wasn't sure whether Zhou Zhigang really lost his memory or something else.

"Where's my mother? Where's Zhou Rong? Where's Zhou Bingyi? Do you remember?" Wang Zhong asked.

Zhou Zhigang nodded and said, "Remember!"

"You don't remember me?"

Zhou Zhigang still nodded: "I don't remember."

Wang Zhong pulled Zheng Juan over and asked Zhou Zhigang, "What about her, do you know who it is?"

Zhou Zhigang still shook his head.

"Where's Congcong? Where's Lingling? Do you remember them?" Wang Zhong asked again.

Zhou Zhigang still shook his head.

"hiss!"

Wang Zhong sucked in a breath of cold air: "I don't remember anything related to you with me!"

"I really don't have any impression?" Li Suhua didn't dare to believe it, and watched Zhou Zhigang confirm with him again.

Zhou Zhigang shook his head, and said helplessly, "I really don't remember, I don't have any impression."

If it's really acting, then Zhou Zhigang's acting skills can properly beat those so-called film kings.

Wang Zhong stared at Zhou Zhigang for a while, remembering what Zhou Bingyi told him last time, that Zhou Zhigang was likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease. After thinking about it, he whispered something to Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan nodded solemnly, her eyes were also on Zhou Zhigang's body, and she quickly walked out of the ward.

After a while, Zheng Juan came back, and nodded to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhongdao: "131 has several old experts with deep qualifications and superb medical skills, but now they are off work and are not in the hospital. I will take you to see them when they go to work tomorrow morning."

Zhou Zhigang wanted to refuse at first, he didn't think he was sick, but with Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan in front of him, and the photo at home, as well as the family's completely consistent statement, Zhou Zhigang didn't believe it, and he really wanted to find out, What the hell is wrong with him.

Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Rong and said, "Mom, there's nothing else going on here for now, but someone still needs to watch over her. Zhou Rong, do you have anything to do at school tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Sunday, school will be fine." It was rare for Zhou Rong to talk to Wang Zhong so calmly.

"Then you stay here with Mom tonight, and I'll send him back first, and Juan'er and I will watch tomorrow night."

"If you don't think so, then Juan'er and I will watch over Mom."

"I'm fine! I'll be here first tonight."

This year seems to be unlucky, first Lao Ma went to the hospital, then something happened, then Zhou Zhigang also went to the hospital, and now it's Li Suhua's turn.

Wang Zhong felt that this year he seemed to be at odds with the hospital.

"I'm not going back, I want to stay here with Suhua." Zhou Rong was fine, but something happened to Zhou Zhigang.

"You are useless here, what are you doing here?" Wang Zhong persuaded.

"If you want to go, go, anyway, I won't go, I want to stay, I want to accompany Suhua." At this moment, Zhou Zhigang acted like a child, stubborn and childish.

Seeing his appearance, Wang Zhong felt more and more like dementia.

Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan persuaded him to no avail, there was nothing they could do about him, it was Li Suhua who reprimanded him severely with a straight face, and he reluctantly followed Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan to leave.

After sending Zhou Zhigang back to the DVD, the couple drove home. On the way, Zheng Juan finally couldn't hold back her curiosity and worries: "What's going on, Dad? Why doesn't he recognize us all of a sudden?"

Wang Zhong looked at the road, his speed was not fast, he was also thinking about this question in his heart, and said uncertainly: "I seem to have heard of similar situations, but I'm not sure if it's true or not."

"What similar situation?"

Wang Zhong thought about it carefully and said, "If I remember correctly, it should be called selective amnesia!"

"Selective amnesia?" It was the first time Zheng Juan heard such words.

Wang Zhongdao: "As the name suggests, selective amnesia, the cause should be to protect oneself, or not wanting to face certain things. After being greatly stimulated, the changes in one's own subconscious mind, I can't say what the specific situation is. .”

Regarding mental and psychological diseases, not to mention the present, even in the real world, in many cases, they can only be suppressed by drugs, not cured.

"It's just a guess, not necessarily, it may be an early phenomenon of Alzheimer's, and now we just forget us, and when it develops, more and more memory loss, maybe people around me don't know each other, and there will be recognition Obstacles, blah blah blah.”

"so serious?"

Zheng Juan was a little frightened, and immediately felt uneasy.

"Maybe it will be more serious." Wang Zhong has seen a lot of dementia, the kind with severe cognitive impairment, who doesn't even know how to solve normal physiological problems, and incontinence, that's hard to take care of, even if it's changed every day. , but after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a smell on the body.

As the saying goes, there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and this is the most common situation.

Parents are very kind, but if they are trapped next to the patient for several years, they can't do anything, and they can't earn money. It's nothing to eat three meals a day, but they have to pack their pants every day and change three or four pairs a day. Help scrub, and have close contact with feces and urine every day.

Forget about these, the key is that in many cases, there is no way to communicate with patients at all, and their cognition has been obstructed in their eyes. Although they can hear the words, they turn their heads and forget them. It's a feeling of always deliberately going against someone and tossing people.

But in fact, at that time, under the influence of cognitive impairment, their memory also declined sharply. What was said on the front foot was forgotten by the back foot. In addition, in many cases, they did not have the ability to think normally, nor did they Deliberately want someone to be against you and cause trouble for your children.

"If it's true, what will we do then?" Zheng Juan would never have asked such a question if Zhou Zhigang was still living in her own home.

But she knew Wang Zhong too well. Wang Zhong was willing to let Zhou Zhigang move to his house, which was already a concession. But after what happened last time, Wang Zhong finally made the decision to let Zhou Zhigang leave his house , it can be seen that he has been completely disappointed in Zhou Zhigang.

"If you should give money, if you should see a doctor, if you should hire a nanny, please hire a nanny!" Wang Zhongfeng said calmly.

"Do you want a babysitter?"

"Otherwise, what should I do? Anyway, I can't take care of it myself day after day, and you are not allowed to go." Wang Zhong said.

One was that he had objections to Zhou Zhigang, and the other was that the work was tiring and dirty, and Zhou Zhigang was a big man, so Zheng Juan would definitely not be able to take care of him.

If it was Li Suhua, Wang Zhong would not have any objections at all.

"Doesn't he still have an eldest son and a daughter whom he loves the most and who has always been treated like a jewel in his palm? Let them take care of him." Wang Zhong said angrily.

"Bingkun!" Zheng Juan looked sideways at Wang Zhong, raised her hand and gently pulled the clothes on Wang Zhong's arms.

"I'm not happy, let me say something sour!" After hearing this, Zheng Juan gave him an angry sideways glance.

"Okay! Don't worry too much, these are just our guesses now, and it may not be true."

Wang Zhong sent Zheng Juan a reassuring look, and said: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Besides, he doesn't want to see me so much. I don't want to feel uncomfortable in front of him. I can't hold back when I don't get it. Fight against him again, give him to..."

"Hey!" Zheng Juan sighed helplessly, "That's your father after all."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes!" Wang Zhong didn't continue this topic with Zheng Juan.

In the final analysis, it is the cause and effect of this body.

Although Wang Zhong has always liked Mr. Lu Xun's words: go your own way, let others talk about it, and don't care what others think of him, but Zheng Juan and the children can't do what he does.

When they got home, they parked the car in the garage. The couple went back to the living room and checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. Zhou Cong was sitting on the sofa alone, holding a book in his hand, reading seriously.

Zhou Cong quickly put down his book when he heard the parking sound, and couldn't wait to welcome him out.

"Dad! Mom!"

"Where are the younger brothers and sisters?" Zheng Juan asked.

"They've all gone to bed."

"How is grandma?" Zhou Cong asked concerned.

"It's not a big problem, but your dad is worried, so let your grandma live in 131 first. I have already made an appointment, and I will give your grandma a comprehensive examination tomorrow, and then pick her up and leave the hospital after she is sure that there is no problem. , it happens to be tomorrow Sunday, you take your younger brothers and sisters there together, and you can see your Grandpa Ma by the way."

"Okay mom!"

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early."

"En!" Hearing that Li Suhua was fine, Zhou Cong also heaved a sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

The couple didn't tell Zhou Cong about Zhou Zhigang's affairs, mainly because they were afraid that Zhou Cong would be worried and wouldn't be able to sleep at night. tell the kids.

So as not to let them worry about it now.

The next day, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei also rushed to the hospital early.

Fortunately, Li Suhua didn't have any major problems, except that he was stimulated and his blood pressure was a little high.

Zhou Zhigang, who looked quite normal, was the real problem. The old experts Wang Zhong found could confirm that Zhou Zhigang had a very high probability of suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and his selective forgetting of Wang Zhong's family was extremely serious. It may be one of the early symptoms.

That afternoon, Wang Zhong sent Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua back to the optical film.

A few days later, Ma Shouchang was discharged from the hospital, and Wang Zhong specially went to pick up the old couple and sent them back to their residence.

Time also passed by unconsciously, the winter gradually receded, the spring breeze blew across the earth, the snow melted, and the temperature was rising day by day.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhigang's situation has not deteriorated for the time being. At present, he just doesn't know Wang Zhong's family. He has an old lump, three grandchildren, and a granddaughter at all.

After sending Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua back to the optical film last time, Wang Zhong never went back, only Zheng Juan and Zhou Cong went back a few times.

A few little ones are also unwilling to return to the optical film.

The construction drawings of the new campus of Jichun University have passed the planning stage, and the construction company led by Qiao Chunyan has taken over. Excavators, bulldozers, and large trucks have already entered the site ahead of schedule, ready to start leveling the site and start construction on the foundation.

The magazine's sales volume is booming day by day. To Wang Zhong's surprise, "The Romance of the Dragon and Snake" is even more popular than Honghuang. In just a few months, the monthly sales volume of "Honghuang" magazine is only in Jiangxi In Liao Province, it has already reached 50 volumes.

The magazine is a weekly, updated every Monday, four issues a month, on average, one issue has sales of 12 copies.

In a few months, the total sales volume has already exceeded one million.

And this number is still growing. Shao Jingwen specially asked someone to do regular surveys. The main consumer group of "Prehistoric" magazine tends to be younger as a whole.

When they first cooperated, Shao Jingwen himself said that Wang Zhong could completely ignore the affairs of the publishing house, as long as he was responsible for the manuscripts and delivered them regularly, he could be his shopkeeper.

But when the sales volume of the magazine was booming day by day, how could the young Shao Jingwen take care of it? Wang Zhong had to do many things in person.

On this day, Wang Zhong went to the magazine office to find Shao Jingwen, intending to discuss with him about finding a professional manager and a studio.

As soon as he entered, he saw Feng Huacheng sitting across from Shao Jingwen's desk.

"Bingkun?" Seeing that it was Wang Zhong, a smile appeared on Feng Huacheng's face.

"Why are you here?" Seeing Feng Huacheng and still in Shao Jingwen's office, Wang Zhong couldn't help but think about it.

"Your brother-in-law was invited by me." Shao Jingwen said directly.

"When did our magazine start serializing modern poetry?" Wang Zhong asked intentionally.

Feng Huacheng is a poet, a modern poet, even if he has some experience in ancient poetry, even if he wants to write poetry, it is not worth looking for him.

"Are you kidding me?" Shao Jingwen said with a smile, "We mainly focus on novels of martial arts and fairy tales, why do we serialize modern poetry?"

"I came here on purpose to thank Editor-in-Chief Shao. If it wasn't for his recommendation, I wouldn't have been able to join the Writers Association so smoothly," Feng Huacheng said.

Shao Jingwen said: "Mr. Feng, why don't we come here first, and when we are free some other day, I will host a banquet for you." Shao Jingwen smiled and gave the order to evict the guests.

"No, no, it's me who hosted a banquet to thank you."

The two came and went in courteous manners,
"If that's the case, then I'll take my leave first." Feng Huacheng bowed slightly to Shao Jingwen, then turned to greet Wang Zhong: "Bingkun, then I'll go first, and I won't disturb your discussion."

"Go slowly, don't send me off." Wang Zhong crossed his legs, with a normal attitude, and pointed at the door.

After Feng Huacheng went out, he did not forget to close the door of the office.

"Why did you come here suddenly?" Shao Jingwen took out a tea mug, put a lot of tea in it, poured hot water from the thermos, took the tea mug to Wang Zhong's side, put it in front of him, and then walked to the opposite side and sat down .

"How did you think about what I told you last time?" The relationship between the two of them doesn't need to be polite, it's better to say something directly.

"Professional managers are indeed good, but finding the right one is not a matter of overnight."

"It is hard to find those with relevant work experience, and those without experience are too young and not mature enough."

The key is in the publishing industry, most of them are state-run and established. Wang Zhong and Shao Jingwen's "Prehistoric" is considered the first batch of crabs in this industry.

"It's fine if you agree. Don't worry about this matter. Let's find out slowly. You haven't reached the point where you can't get out of bed or move your legs. You can still stand it."

Shao Jingwen was taken aback by these words, then pointing at Wang Zhong helplessly, he shook his head helplessly.

"You kid..."

Wang Zhong said again: "There is one more thing I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?"

"You have worked in the magazine for so many years. In our Jiangliao province, you can be regarded as a famous person in this industry. You are very popular and have a lot of friends..."

"Stop, stop." Shao Jingwen hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt: "You don't need to flatter me, just talk about the matter."

"Hey, I want to add an original studio under our magazine. I will come up with ideas and outlines, and you will be responsible for helping to find suitable people to write. What do you think?"

"I'm afraid this is not very good!" Shao Jingwen frowned, somewhat disapproving.

Shao Jingwen is older and has been retired for many years now. He went to private schools and received new-style education when he was young, but he still persists in certain things.

"It's a new society now, how can we still look at things with those old eyes." Wang Zhong said confidently.

Shao Jingwen said: "This...can't be generalized?"

But Wang Zhong said: "Old Shao, there are two sides to everything, just say that right now, in our domestic literary world, genres such as rural, realism, and insinuation are popular and extremely popular.

But it’s different now. After so many years of reform and opening up, the martial arts novels of Xiangjiang and Wanwan have flowed into our mainland, and they have already occupied half of the field of martial arts novels.

In the field of martial arts mythology, we are the only one in the whole mainland, but these years, the literary circles of Xiangjiang and Wanwan have flourished, and a large number of famous writers have emerged in the field of martial arts novels. After catching up with them, even trying to catch up is also a problem. "

Shao Jingwen was silent, the truth is never so pleasant, and the reality is always cruel.

The famous martial arts masters of Xiangjiang and Wanwan, whose works can be touted by readers, have passed the test of the market.

Wang Zhong continued: "Furthermore, such things as ghostwriting are very common in Xiangjiang and Wanwan. Many people even make a living as ghostwriting. Even Senior Xiong has found someone to write ghostwriting. Why can't we?"

"Besides, in our domestic literary world, there are only a handful of writers who have experience in martial arts mythology. If our magazine wants to become bigger and stronger, it is not enough for me alone. If we open the studio, not only It can solve our urgent needs, and to a certain extent, promote the development of domestic martial arts mythological novels, isn't this the best of both worlds?"

"But I'm afraid this person is not easy to find!" Shao Jingwen was moved, but he was still a little embarrassed. This was not an excuse. Literati look down on each other and have their own pride. To put it bluntly, they have high vision.

"I didn't ask you to find those well-known writers. There are tens of millions of people in our country, and tens of millions of college students flood into society every year. Among these people, there are few who are good at writing and short of money. of?"

"As long as we treat you well, I don't believe no one will do it"

"I'll try my best."

The magazine is Shao Jingwen's painstaking effort, and it is also a gamble that he spent most of his life savings, and it is also his dream and pursuit.

"Don't worry too much, I'm not that fast in preparing the outline."

The two then chatted about some things about the studio, and Wang Zhong didn't hide it, and told all his thoughts.

"By the way, isn't Feng Huacheng your brother-in-law? Why do I look at your relationship..." Before leaving, Shao Jingwen suddenly asked.

Wang Zhongdao: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, so don't worry about them, and quickly find someone for me!"

Shao Jingwen didn't continue to ask, he knew what is enough to stop, and he also understood Wang Zhong's temperament, so he nodded and watched Wang Zhong leave.

(End of this chapter)