flowers on stars

Chapter 12 Flower·Healer

I love him for forbearance and silence, I love him for knowing everything; I am afraid that he will travel far away alone, and I will accompany him without turning back.

[Wedge Black and White]
"No. 139, Feng Hua, window No. 7, visiting time is 10 minutes!"

The loud voice of the prison guard came from the loudspeaker, perhaps because the equipment was no longer new, accompanied by the buzzing of electric current.

There were already a lot of people in the hall, separated by a layer of bulletproof glass, people inside and outside were trying to talk loudly into the microphone as much as possible. This is the prison visiting time once a month, and the family has always cared about those People will undoubtedly have more happiness.

But Feng Hua, whose clean prison uniform was marked with number 139, was not as excited as other prisoners when they heard the call. He didn't even speed up his pace, but hesitated a little.

He has been in the sixth year, and in one more year, he can regain his freedom.

But it was the first time in six years that family members wanted to see him.

As an economic prisoner, the prison guards were not harsh on him, not to mention that his family had always been well-managed, but when he asked curiously why he had never been visited by his family, Feng Hua always bowed his head and remained silent.

Therefore, Xiao Zhang, the prison guard who followed him, looked out of window No. 7 curiously.

The young man sitting outside the window has a face resembling a young star, even in this serious space with iron gray tones, he is enough to attract attention.

But what is even more special is that he has a pair of very bright eyes. When he looks at people, he seems to have a gentle expression, but when he looks up, his eyes have an unavoidable sharpness that penetrates everything.

Xiao Zhang thought to himself, he is very suitable to be a policeman.

He finally remembered where the vague sense of familiarity at the first glance came from - the face of the young man was somewhat similar to the old prisoner beside him, Feng Hua.

Feng Hua sat down at the designated seat, and he also stared at the person outside the glass, his son writing the letter.

They hadn't seen each other for six years.

He guessed that Feng Xin hated him because of Feng Xun.

In the beginning, he also hated himself, so much that he felt that he deserved what he was in today.

But the days are too long, and the living are too easy to be lonely. Gradually, he can no longer remember his daughter's laughter and tears. Those feelings are gradually drifting away. Now he only longs to return to the blue sky of freedom.

He stared at his son, with some joy and excitement slowly appearing in his eyes, and more hesitation and doubt.

Feng Xin also looked at his father.

His fingertips holding the microphone were trembling slightly, and he tried his best to conceal his loss of control, because his knuckles turned strangely white because of too much force.

Not pure hate, nor simple love.

That person looked much older, his hair had turned gray, and wrinkles had been carved into the corners of his eyes. In his seemingly gentle and humble eyes, he could still capture a trace of the domineering past.

It was this kind of domineering and ruthless that killed Feng Xun.

Thinking of Feng Xun, he suddenly closed his eyes.

【Live well, like the healthiest lion, walking in the sun, napping in the forest, without fear, guilt, or fear. 】

When sorting out Feng Xun's belongings, he turned to a foreign novel she loved to read, and there was a sentence like this in it, which she underlined with a red pen, and wrote on the side in slender characters: Brother.

Next to it is a big smiley face.

He ignored her wishes, and insisted on going his own way, using hatred as a sword, and walked into the dark city where the sun never rose.

After a few seconds of painful convulsions in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes and regained his composure.

Feng Hua saw his son's reaction in his eyes, and became even more suspicious.

Both of them held the microphones, but they didn't make a sound for a long time.Worried Xiao Zhang was looking at his watch, and soon 10 minutes had passed, and the time for the meeting was rare and urgent, and everyone rushed to say that this place is good, and kept staring.

"Dad." Finally, a letter broke the silence.

"Well, you've grown up." Feng Hua let out a sigh of relief.

"You are old." Feng Xin remained calm.

Do you sweep your mother's grave every year? "This is what Feng Hua misses the most.

"Ah."

"Where's grandma?"

"Ah."

They didn't mention Feng Xun, nor did they mention grandpa, named father and son, but there are so many untouchables between each other.

Silence again.

The visiting time is only the last 3 minutes, Xiao Zhang reminded.

"Dad, I came today because I have something to tell you." As if making up his mind, Feng Xin slowly pressed the microphone against his face.

"What?" Feng Hua asked.

"Back then, after you killed Ah Xun, I hated you so much that I wanted to kill you." The letter was written in a soft voice, but word by word, so that each sound could be heard clearly in Feng Hua's ears.

He looked at Feng Hua's suddenly distorted face.

Feng Hua was furious.

Even in the days after Feng Xun's accident, Feng Xin had never directly attacked his father in such a rebellious and unscrupulous manner.

"But I hate myself even more. I don't even have the courage to kill you. I don't even dare to say out loud how much I hate you like I am now." Feng Xin looked directly into his father's eyes, and Xiao Zhang was surprised to see , this young man who has always been calm and gentle on the surface, has so many direct and turbulent emotions in his eyes.

"So, I did one thing. I secretly found a woman to marry. That woman's family was very powerful. With a little pressure, you were sentenced to seven years. Although you did have major tax issues and For other economic issues, I won’t do anything unnecessary, and you may also be sentenced. But I am so worried, I am afraid that you will be safe and get away with your supernatural powers.”

Feng Hua stood up fiercely, his eyes opened angrily, and his mouth made a terrible rattling noise.

For six years, he always thought that he was unlucky. No matter how he entrusted his connections and scattered his family's wealth back then, he was still sentenced to a heavy sentence.

However, the truth is here.

his son!

His own son!

"Little bastard! You little bastard! I'll kill you, and I'll kill you when I come out!..." All kinds of unbearable obscenities poured out of Feng Hua's mouth, he yelled and dropped the microphone, The shape seemed to rush towards the glass frantically, and the moment the forehead hit hard, there was a loud and terrifying sound.

Xiao Zhang and another prison guard quickly restrained him, like restraining a dog that suddenly lost control.

Unexpectedly, Feng Hua, who has been honest and well-behaved for many years, has such a side. Sure enough, all the prisoners are time bombs.Thinking this way, Xiao Zhang glanced back at the young man.

He saw that the young man had already put down the microphone in a daze, so no one heard his last whisper.

"Ah Xun, I'm sorry."

32. Except for the triple snow on the king's body, who in the world wears white clothes
The cheerful ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the living room.

"Hello! Cheng Anzhi! I left my mobile phone at home! I'm about to take a taxi to the gate of the community now, please send it down for me!" Qichun's loud voice rang through the phone.

"Your Majesty Queen! I'm coming down." While putting on my coat, I picked up Qichun's new mobile phone with a fiery red shell from the sofa. By the way, I checked the clock. It was only 08:30. I had no dreams last night, and I didn't even know. When did she leave the door.

When I arrived at the entrance of the community, I saw Qichun waving at me in the back seat of a taxi, and there was a girl sitting beside her, smiling at me wearing exaggerated big tassel earrings and bright red lipstick, I felt It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

Seeing their cars whizzing away like racing cars, I couldn't help but think that she and I have been leaving early and returning home lately, and we seldom talk to each other. There was a slight sense of loss.

Anyway, I have already gone out, I thought about it, and decided to go to Feng'an Hall.

I didn't call Feng Xin before I went, but I bought a button battery at a roadside shop.

The air in Feng'an Hall is always filled with a faint fragrance of herbs, with a slightly bitter vigilance, dyed on the skirts of people coming and going, and penetrated into the pores.

I really like the smell of traditional Chinese medicine before suffering. Feng Xin has such a light smell, peaceful and distant, simple and clear.

When I went in, I saw Xiao Cen was calling the number at the door of a consulting room. There were many patients in the hall, and it was the busiest time.

Fengxin visits clinics almost all day from Monday to Saturday, but even if he often works until after get off work, it is still far from satisfying the patients who come here admiringly.

I was going to take a sneak peek at him and leave so as not to delay his work, but unexpectedly found that his signboard was not on the door of his consulting room today, but another name: Feng Bainan.

That's the old man's name.

Old man Feng seldom visits the doctor now, and Feng Xin has always been filial. If there is not something special that he can't leave, such as going to another place for a meeting or visiting a doctor, he will not let his grandfather come to replace him.

I took a chance to pull Xiao Cen, she was explaining various things to a patient who wanted to jump in line, when she turned her head and saw me, her round face burst into flowers.

I said, "Where are people?"

She pursed her lips knowingly into the consulting room, and could vaguely see the flowing silver hair of old man Feng.

"I don't know!" She yelled at me, "It seems to be going to my sister's place."

At this time, I seemed to see Mr. Feng raised his head. I don’t know if he saw me. I dodged to the side guiltily, thought for a while, and said to Xiao Cen: "Let me help you look at the number, you Go to the medicine cabinet and help."

While I was checking the patient's identity according to the registration order, I watched everyone's expressions with great interest.

Distressed parents with children in their arms, yellow-faced women with foreign accents, professor-like old men, hopeful young couples.The entrance of this small consulting room seems to be a condensed world, where all kinds of thoughts are staged, and the joys and sorrows are in rotation.

I remembered the inexplicable afternoon low-grade fever I had. All the instruments could not detect the exact cause of the disease. I raised hope again and again but fell back to despair. Almost in a short month, all the will of the person was wiped out. and strong.That kind of hell-like experience, people who are not personally on the scene, will probably never imagine it.

It was at that time that I wandered among countless patients and wandered like a wandering soul in a large modern hospital. Only then did I realize that in this era when it seems that human beings have already ascended to heaven and earth, there are still so many insurmountable diseases that cannot be explained. symptoms.

During the period when my illness was still undiagnosed, I was constantly being pushed around by doctors, repeatedly doing meaningless repeated examinations in various outpatient clinics. At that time, I was not afraid of death, but what I was afraid of was losing my last hope.

As long as there is a doctor who is willing to receive me gently and tell me that he will work hard and will not give up, I think that must be the most beautiful voice in the world.

But now, for these patients who came here full of hope, in their eyes and hearts, is a letter just the glimmer of hope?
Many of the people who come here are abandoned by modern medicine and declared to have no solution. They find here struggling with the last line of life.Chinese medicine has been questioned and marginalized for a long time, but it always bears the responsibility of life and death disillusionment at the critical moment of people's life.

For the first time, I re-examined the letter's career.

He has never been an ordinary person. All the choices seem to be calm, but to him, there are always thrills behind them.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the thinly-clothed young man from many years ago, with his head on the ground, silently losing his voice.

My eye sockets are hot.

There was a sudden uproar in the hall.

The patients and family members in the line were all agitated, and each of them stretched their necks and looked out.

Then I saw a tall middle-aged man walking in tremblingly holding a thin and dry old lady. The old woman was holding a roll of things tightly in her hands. The tassels are like a pennant.

The man helped the old lady move carefully.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the consulting room, I saw the old lady's knees softened and she knelt down straight. At the same time, she shook the pennant away with a hand shaped like a chicken's claw, and her turbid crying sounded with a strong foreign voice.

The people around were in chaos, and all kinds of voices were mixed together. I quickly reached out to help the old lady. I didn't expect that the old man looked thin, but he was not weak. His knees were motionless.

Mr. Feng also came out. Seeing the old lady crying sadly, he went to pull her down himself while listening to the middle-aged man translate what the old lady said.

It turned out that the old lady suffered from insomnia for nearly ten years. Insomnia is a common disease, but the old lady's symptoms were so severe that she almost wished she could die.For ten years, she has had to rely on a large amount of sleeping pills to barely sleep for two or three hours every day, and she has strong symptoms of cold chills, and she has to cover herself with a quilt even in summer.

This kind of disease is not a terminal illness, but it is like a maggot attached to the bone, bit by bit driving people crazy.

Seeking medical treatment again and again, desperate again and again.

Her wife has passed away, and she has no love in life. She has tried to commit suicide many times, and her children have to take turns to accompany her.

Two months ago, the son who worked in C City heard his colleagues talk about the letter from Feng'an Hall, and with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he brought the old lady in for a consultation.

During the first consultation, the young Feng Xin had almost no trust in the eyes of the old lady.How could such a young man have a turning point for so many diseases that famous doctors can't see well?

The old lady had a temper tantrum at first, and when she saw the letter that day, she almost made a fuss in the hospital on the spot, thinking that her son had fooled her and deliberately tortured her.

It was the sincere consolation of the letter that moved the old lady, and he prescribed twelve medicines at a time, telling the old lady to give it a try.

After twelve doses of medicine, a miracle happened. The old lady's sleep actually changed. Although she still had to take sleeping pills, her sleep time increased significantly.

Afterwards, the old lady continued to consult the doctor twice. After a month, she could almost fall asleep without taking the medicine, and her symptoms of chills basically disappeared.

The middle-aged man spoke with tears in his eyes, and I noticed that some patients around him also secretly wiped their tears.

Perhaps people who are sick can best understand the feelings of people who have been sick.

Those experiences that seem like roadside news to others, but to those who are in them, they are the despair and pain that life is worse than death every day.

The old lady knelt on the ground and cried out a word.

Someone nearby understood and said she was yelling "Doctor Feng, I don't need to die".

During the lunch break, I sneaked up to old man Feng, holding the food from the small restaurant and calling him "grandpa" like a dog.

By the way, I glanced at the various pennants hanging on the wall, and the words "Doctor Feng" and "Doctor Fengxin", which made me feel elated.

Mr. Feng had just gnawed a piece of ribs with his dentures, and he looked at me cheerfully: "Girl Xiaocheng, I saw you just now."

I said: "Seeing that you are busy, I will just stay."

The old man hehehe: "Looking for a letter?"

I shook my head: "Come play chess with you for a while."

I heard that the old man would like to come to a round at noon, but the number of moves is too high, and the hospital is invincible, so no one will accompany him to have fun, and he is very lonely.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that a game was coming, Mr. Feng's eyes lit up immediately, he stopped chewing on the ribs, and shouted as soon as he pushed the bowl.

I also hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice and set up the chessboard.

Seeing the itching of the old man's hands, I took the opportunity to say: "Grandpa Feng, your level is so high, if I win a round by chance, can you reward me with something?"

Old man Feng narrowed his eyes.

I wondered if I was being too visible.

After a pause of three seconds, the old man suddenly burst out laughing.

Smiling and unceremonious start.

"Girl, if you beat me once, I'll tell you something about the letter you want to know!"

I was overjoyed: "Here we come!"

After an hour and a half.

I am gloomy, but the old man is full of fighting spirit.

Originally, I thought that it was somewhat basic to be used as a training partner by my father since I was a child, but I didn't expect that the old man was so cruel and ruthless that he had no chance of winning in killing me.

Seeing the appointment time in the afternoon, the old man was in high spirits and never looked tired, so I begged for mercy in desperation.

Mr. Feng still had all kinds of ideas, he pestered me like a child asking for candy, and said that he would go to his house to accompany him for two rounds in the evening.

I pretended to be depressed and shook my head: "I won't come, I'm too desperate to play chess with you."

The old man was not reconciled: "Girl, I will let you order next time."

I said no.

Seeing me tidy up the chessboard resolutely, the old man became anxious.

His eyebrows and beard trembled, he grabbed one of my hands and said, "Feng Xin went to Feng Xun's today!"

I said I know.

He scratched his head, looked at the patients who were already urging at the door, and slapped his thigh as if making up his mind.

"Play a few more rounds with me at night, if you can't win, I'll give you something!"

I immediately smiled brightly.

"Then I'll wait outside and go back with you at five o'clock!"

When he turned to go out, he heard the old man laughing and sighing behind him.

"Xiaocheng girl, you look silly, but you are actually smarter than anyone else."

33. He is wounded all over his body, but he is always shining
That night, when I was being killed by Grandpa Feng as a meat ticket in the big living room of Feng's family, I was crying for my father and mother, when Feng Xin came back.

It was already frost outside, and he entered the room with a cold breath, his face slightly startled.

I looked up and smiled at him, the teacup on the table was steaming, and the chess game on the chessboard was broken.Feng Xin stood at the entrance and looked at us quietly, but Mr. Feng didn't care about his grandson's arrival, and kept urging me to hurry up.

I made a fuss and saw that Feng Xin had put on slippers, hung up his bag and coat, walked over with his long legs, and saw a soft smile in his eyes.

There was no coldness or questioning, I sat on the sofa, he leaned casually on the arm of the sofa, watched quietly for 2 minutes, then suddenly reached out and took a step for me.

It was a perfect step, and he gasped in despair.

The old man is not happy anymore, I found him very strange, others hope to meet their opponents, but the old man loves to win every battle.

It stands to reason that it is really no fun for a master to step on a rookie, but he is simply addicted to it.

No wonder no one wants to play with him.

Amid the old man's scolding, Feng Xin patted my head without changing his face: "Come find me after this game is over." He went back to the room leisurely.

I shuffle a disgruntled old man like a bulldog.

When I tiptoed upstairs, my heart beat a little fast.

If there is a person in the world, no matter how many times you have met him, but every next time he is still as shy and sweet, nervous and expectant as the first time you meet him, then you will know that it is love without any proof.

I gently pushed open the door of the letter. He was sitting at the desk sorting out something. When he turned around and saw me coming in, he raised the corner of his mouth and beckoned me to come over.

I walked over, and suddenly saw something in his hand, I was startled, I forgot what I was about to say and do, my face was so hot that I subconsciously turned around and wanted to slip away.

He reached out and pulled me back.

As if looking at something magical, he tossed and fiddled with that hideously ugly old dinosaur over and over with great interest.

That was the memento I threw into his gift pile when I was at school, who dared not walk into him and only dared to peek at him from a distance.

If you pinch its belly, it will make an earth-shattering cry.

But last time I went into his room and found it, it was dead.

Feng Xin circled me with one hand and grabbed the dinosaur with the other.

I didn't dare to breathe, I didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, but I saw him suddenly raised his hand and pinched the belly of the dinosaur.

An earth-shattering and strange yell resounded through the room in an instant.

"I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!..."

I felt ashamed, but what I saw in my eyes was a narrow smile, as if deliberately teasing me.

"When did you secretly change the battery?" He gently pulled a strand of hair on my back, like a naughty little boy.

I don't know when, it seems that he is no longer the man who makes people feel cold and alienated even when he smiles, and he finds a little bit of vividness and change in his words and deeds when he is alone.

I looked at him for a moment and felt dazzled.

I confessed honestly: "When I come back with Grandpa Feng in the afternoon."

I thought it would take a long time for him to find out, but I didn't expect it to be exposed so soon.

As if seeing through my mind, he smiled without explaining.

"When I was changing the battery, I found this. What is it?" I honestly opened my palm and showed him the wooden button.

Very ordinary buttons, but always feel a little familiar.

He took the button over and seemed to hold it above his head with great interest. There was a little light through the four small holes in the middle of the button, like a mischievous elf.

"It's a button." He said plainly.

I groaned, thinking that his answer was the same as no answer.

"Are you afraid of the cold?" He asked suddenly.

I froze for a moment, shaking my head.

"Do you want to accompany me back to school?" He asked with some uncertainty.

"It's so late" "Aren't you tired" and other subconscious replies were quickly knocked back into my stomach the moment I blurted out, I nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

When we arrived at the school, it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and there were a few high school seniors walking out sporadically after evening self-study. The silver-haired doorman was holding the iron gate, ready to close it at any time.

I hurried over and smiled at the doorman: "Teacher! I am a former student of this school. Now I am working in another place. It is rare to come back. I want to come to my alma mater and recall my youth. You seem to be a bit late. Can you Can you accommodate me and let me go in for 10 minutes?"

I had already figured out this word on the way, thinking that I was considered well-behaved, and I should be able to ask for it a few more times.

Unexpectedly, the doorman had a bad temper, and before he finished his sentence, his voice became louder.

"Don't do this with me! I haven't seen anything before. The little lover can't afford movie tickets and wants to be romantic, and wants to go to school to fall in love and spoil the students? Let's go!"

A few passing students laughed immediately, and my face turned red.

Just as he didn't know what to do, a gentle and clear voice came from behind him: "Teacher Guo."

The letter that had just locked the car came out from the dim yellow halo of the street lights. His steps were not hurried or slow, but my heart trembled as I watched him, as if what he was walking was not the road, but the life he turned around many years ago.

When he left school that year, he disappeared and never came back.

His youth came to an abrupt end here, like a catastrophe.

He stood still in front of the doorman, and called softly again: "Teacher Guo."

The doorman seemed to wake up from the shock, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"You..." The old man called Mr. Guo hesitantly made a sound.

"You are a letter!"

"I am a letter."

They said the answers almost at the same time, but one of them was about to come, and the other was settled.

He is a letter, a letter that is difficult to erase from memory when people meet by chance overnight.

"We called you countless times at that time, and I even went to your house to visit your grandfather, and he said you refused to see me." After shaking Feng Xin's shoulders for a minute, Teacher Guo still couldn't calm down. Emotions, mixed feelings in the voice, expressing the feelings of love and hate after many years.

"I'm sorry." Feng Xin sighed softly, "It's because I'm not sensible."

"You are not ignorant, you are too sensible." Teacher Guo calmed down a little, sighed and said, "You are the most sensible student I have ever met in my 40 years of teaching. You must have your reasons for doing that. When it comes to life, no one can say right or wrong until the end.”

"Hmm." There seemed to be a little unnoticeable choking in the tone of the letter. He held the old man's hand and said, "How are you doing? Did you take the initiative to come and see the door because you didn't want to be a student after retirement?"

"Hey, you can guess right."

The two were talking about the old days, and I stood aside quietly listening and watching.

I can feel the various emotions suppressed by the letter, the people and things that I dare not face for such a long time, not everyone has the courage to turn back.

I once watched a famous movie about a genius pianist drifting on the sea, but he couldn't get off his boat all his life.Standing at the exit countless times, but ultimately unable to take that step.

The world is not like this.

I know how brave Feng Xin is, and all I can do is stand by his side.

Because he recognized the letter, Mr. Guo opened the door to us without hesitation.

Feng Xin and I walked slowly on the school road. With every step, time whizzed past our feet like residual clouds. We held hands tightly, feeling this silent and shocking power. He didn't speak either.

Too many memories, too silly memories.

I pointed it out to him, and said in a soft voice, "At that time, I was most looking forward to walking through the corridor with the inspector during the exercise between classes."

He looked up and smiled slightly, "How can we see clearly from this distance?"

Of course I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't see the face at all.

"As long as you appear, just a little figure, I know it's you." I said seriously.

"Is it that pretty?" he asked.

I was taken aback by my youthful memories.

His face was quietly hot.

But he wanted to be brave, anyway, his skin was thick enough to not be afraid of being scalded by boiling water: "You look good, you just look good! No one looks better than you!"

The hand tightened silently, it was his warmth.

"I don't know why, but I really like the way you are so crazy about me." He stopped and looked down at me with bright eyes, but his tone was serious.

I couldn't hold back his gaze, so I simply got into his arms, hugged him tightly, and refused to look up.

He laughed out loud, looking so happy, like a child, and his arm that hugged me back was gentle and strong.

My heart trembled warmly, even in his beautiful youth, I have never heard such a happy laugh from him.

After a pause, I poked my head out of his arms and saw him looking at the auditorium not far away.

I hid in his arms and raised my head and asked him, "Xin, why did you become a doctor?"

I remember that he used to be a very talented teenager in painting. I always remember that time when we were doing group work to paint the wall in the auditorium, but because the effect was not good, we had to ask him for help.He repaired overnight, turning decay into magic.

But I also remember that in his current room, there is hardly a piece of drawing paper and a brush.

He hummed.

"I knew from a young age that I would inherit my grandfather's mantle and become a Chinese medicine practitioner."

"Why? Because it's expected?"

"Because of my mother's death." He answered calmly, but my body froze.

Like a secret mechanism accidentally touched.

I don't know whether there is joy or sorrow behind the door.

"Mom died of acute pancreatitis, a disease with a high mortality rate. She has entered the intensive care unit and received a critical illness notice. My father loves my mother very much, and the whole person is in chaos. Grandpa decided to use the Chinese medicine prescription he prescribed to save my mother. .” He exhaled lightly, and the white breath dissipated in the cool air.

"Feeding traditional Chinese medicine ten times a day is a very violent prescription. My grandfather used this method to save several lives when he was practicing medicine in the countryside. But it didn't work for my mother. She died two days later."

"After my mother died, the hospital put all the blame on my grandfather, saying that the family members abused drugs. My father also went crazy and blamed everything on my grandfather. That's when their breakup began."

"So you want to try to be a good doctor who can save everyone?" I felt that this sentence was a bit naive, but I still asked it.

He really rubbed my head lightly.

"Where in the world will there be a doctor who is sure to save everyone." He said: "However, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, a doctor who is willing to work [-]% is what patients look forward to most."

He held my hand with one hand, and walked forward slowly with the other around my shoulder.

"I think Dad is wrong. Because of his anger, there are fewer and fewer good doctors in the world who dare to save people. So, I want to continue the way of grandpa."

I didn't answer the call again.

But my heart was shocked like never before.

Because of that disease, I have seen too many doctors and hospitals who kept rejecting them because they were not sure, and snuffed out the last hope of patients.

His mother's death and his father's hatred should make Feng Xin more aware of how many misunderstandings, pressures and hardships he has to bear on this road of taking action when it is time to do so.

But he saw all of this clearly, but he never looked back and never looked back.

This is the person I love, he is wounded all over, but always shining.

I don't know how to thank this fateful encounter, thank you for the letter, and live like my ideal, just like his beautiful and clear appearance when I first met him many years ago.

My blood was boiling when I suddenly felt the phone vibrate in the pocket of Feng Xin's coat.

After he answered, his face became serious.

"I see," he said.

He hung up the phone and said to me apologetically, "I'm going to the hospital."

At that time, it was ten past fifteen in the evening.

Starlight is sparse, but bright enough.

It seems that the world is peaceful, the world is gentle, and it doesn't seem like something is about to happen.

34. I will let her put on a wedding dress for me, hold my hand, and name me

"Please, doctor! Prescribe some medicine for the child!" The weeping middle-aged woman rushed forward and hugged Feng Xin's leg, her hoarse voice was embarrassing and heartbreaking.

On a dirty bedroll on the ground lay a little girl who looked only three or four years old, her teeth were clenched, her face was so pale that she was not alive.

A middle-aged man in a rough old padded jacket squatted beside the little girl, his thick fingers full of scars randomly inserted into his unkempt hair, grabbed it vigorously, and screamed silently.

I don't know if Feng Xin has seen such a scene many times.

But for me who met it for the first time, it was a huge shock.

I know how painful the world is, but seeing it with my own eyes is still a different shock.

"I persuaded them for a long time, but they refused to leave no matter what they said." Nurse Xiaosong on duty was relieved when she saw the letter, and argued aggrievedly.

"It's cold outside, why don't you bring the child in first." I blurted out.

When I turned around, I saw Xiaosong's obviously anxious and objecting eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

Feng Xin didn't say anything, he just watched the couple of migrant workers carrying the sick child into the house in silence, with a look of worry on his brows.

The child's mother was crying all the time, and heard words such as "no money" and "get out" intermittently.

In the end, Feng Xin prescribed medicine for the child who had a persistent high fever due to leukemia, and the fee for the medicine was very little. Although he also stated repeatedly that he could only minimize the pain of the child, the parents of the child were still very grateful.

That night I had a dream. I dreamed of a vast sea. There was a lone island in the sea. A child was crying on the island.

I tried my best to see who that child was, but I couldn't get close.

Later, the waves rose, and one wave after another submerged the island like a sky-high wall. I screamed desperately, trying to save the child, but I didn't even have the strength to move forward.

When I woke up, it was daylight and my body was drenched.

Not long after waking up, I received a call from a strange person, and it turned out to be Yan Jingcheng.

Although I was reluctant to meet him later, I hesitated and agreed to have lunch together.

I drew a picture book for a while in the morning, then simply packed up and went out to take a taxi.

Yan's family has a long history in C City, and I heard that Yan Yi's father met his mother Zhu Xueli when he was on a business trip in C City.

But I don't know which area their family invested in. I only know that the business is doing very well.

Yanjingcheng decided on a coffee shop in the central business district, next to the most famous 5A office building in City C, where their investment company is located.

I sat down at the reserved booth.

This location has a particularly good view, living alone in a corner, but you can see the whole street view from the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.I thought to myself that this is probably Yan Jingcheng's favorite seat, but it fits his low-key, refined and thoughtful style.

The waiter brought the menu, and I signaled to wait.

After a few minutes, I saw Yan Jingcheng walking in from the outside at a leisurely pace. I raised my hand and took a deep breath.It was the appointed time, and it was exactly the same. This person can be called a scouting expert.

He wore a three-piece silver-gray suit, still a touch of serious old-school style, making people feel safe.The cafe was well heated, but he didn't take off his coat in a hurry, but stood still in front of me, reaching out his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"Hello, Miss Cheng, long time no see."

haven't seen you for a long time.

I got up and responded with a smile, but I remembered in my heart that the last time we met was also in a coffee shop, the day before I left Hong Kong.

Taking the menu neatly, Yan Jingcheng began to order.

He didn't ask me what I wanted to eat, but ordered the signature variety of this cafe, two steak set meals, very familiarly.

After the waiter left, he asked me: "I didn't make a mistake, right? I remember that Ms. Cheng loves steak, black pepper flavor, medium-ripe, and this one is very good."

I nodded, then shook my head again.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Mr. Yan has always been very observant, but besides steak, I also like many other foods. I have a chance to ask Mr. Yan to try the special dishes of C City."

Has good observation skills and extraordinary self-confidence.

So I am not reconciled to any failed judgment.

This is my impression of Yanjing City.

He smiled dryly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

I asked, "Is Yan Yi okay?"

He squinted his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of light behind the clean lenses.

"As you can see, he has improved, Miss Cheng, thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything," I said.

"You know, his willpower to get better comes from wanting to come back to you." He laughed, as if he appreciated my embarrassed expression.

I take a deep breath.

"I can't be his medicine, Mr. Yan, that's your illusion and irresponsibility."

"You can, Miss Cheng, as long as you want." Yan Jingcheng's mandarin with a strong accent was very gentle, but it sounded a bit harsh at the moment: "You can choose to accompany him, we will be very grateful to you."

I couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Yan, I remember the same conversation, we have already had it once."

"Yes, Miss Cheng, I still make that request. If I can continue to accompany Yanyi, the Yan family is willing to give you the best life you can think of."

I looked at Yan Jingcheng's face in disbelief.

This man is really stubborn and stubborn.

"Forget it." I sighed and muttered to myself.

Yan Jingcheng didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously moved his body a little closer.

"The Yan family can't let you be Yanyi's wife, but you can live well enough without an identity. Miss Cheng, this is your chance to change your life. As far as I know, your work is not going well after you come back. I think You can't be too greedy with this deal."

It's unbearable.

I stood up suddenly, thinking that this steak must not be eaten.

"Mr. Yan, let's not continue this topic." I said.

At the same time, two other voices sounded.

"Sir, your steak."

"Anzhi, uncle."

An anxious young waiter with a steak.

A pale and beautiful boy who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.

My heart hung up for no reason, as if I had been grabbed, and I said, "Yanyi!"

"Yan Yi, why are you here?" Yan Jingcheng seemed a little surprised, and motioned Yan Yi to sit down.

Yanyi did not obey his uncle immediately.

Today he is still wearing a hoodie and a black down jacket, and he looks in good spirits.

Probably because of the cold outside, he rushed in again, his lips were strangely red, and he was panting slightly.

Many customers in the coffee shop cast their eyes.

Yan Jingcheng seemed a little unhappy, stood up, and waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave first.

But Yanyi grabbed my hand, his voice sounded fluctuating, and I could even feel his fingers trembling slightly.

"I know what you said to her, uncle, I've said it before, I won't want her to accompany me without status, I won't want it." He grabbed my hand tightly, nails digging into my skin nervously , but his face was facing Yan Jingcheng.

I realized that Yan Yi was a little agitated, and just about to give Yan Jingcheng a wink, but seeing Yan Jingcheng's usually calm face, he also had some rare emotional ups and downs.

"Yanyi, don't make a fuss." There was a hint of elder threat in his tone.

Not the usual Yanyi, nor the usual Yanjingcheng.

Yan Yi suddenly sneered.

He looked at me seriously, then turned his head away.

"I'll do it, Uncle. I'll ask her to dress me in my wedding dress, hold my hand, and take my last name."

He said this sentence a little slowly, and his voice was very low and leisurely, but to my ears, it was like a thunderbolt.

It made my heart ache.

Hikoichi, I can't stand it.

I panicked and wanted to break free from Yanyi's hand, but he refused to let go.

On the other side, Yan Jingcheng was clearly angry, and he responded to Yan Yi with a louder sneer: "Yan Yi, as a member of the Yan family, your innocence makes me laugh."

"Uncle, why don't you believe that I can do it." Yan Yi said, "Is it because you didn't do it for Zhu Xueli back then?"

Before Yan Yi casually said that sentence, Yan Jingcheng could only be regarded as angry. He had always been rational and restrained, good at calculating, gentle on the surface, and cared for Yan Yi better than his biological father.

So, when I saw a slow-motion scene where Yan Jingcheng waved his palm at Yan Yi out of control, I didn't react at all, and almost suspected that I was dreaming.

After the astonishing sound, Yan Yi's snow-white face instantly overflowed with shocking blood red.

But with such a heavy slap, he only swayed a few times, and immediately stood firm, without letting go of my hand.

I have been petrified by this turn of events.

All he could see in his eyes was the eyes of Yan Jingcheng and Yan Yi colliding in the air.

Like countless icy sharp arrows, flying from the black hole of the universe, everyone has nowhere to hide, and the air is cold.

(End of the first part)

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