Chapter 684: I Can’t Kneel for a Long Time
After Li Shaoqi was buried, Han Qian and Fu Dong had their fourth meeting. It was also the first meeting between someone who could call the shots in Binhai and Li Shaoqi’s family.
This was also the first time Han Qian met Li Shaoqi’s father, a man who was ordinary in appearance, height, and temperament. He kept crying and crying along the way. At this time, the room was full of people who could shout He is a big shot, but this old man still cries for himself.
Han Qian finally understood why Li Shaoqi was so virtuous. Fu Ying was gentle, and her husband was even gentler than her. It was the two of them who pampered Li Shaoqi, and they became what they are today.
Han Qian's several openings were interrupted by the old man's sobs. Fu Dong turned his head and frowned.
"Can you stop crying? You've been crying for a week!"
Li Shaoqi's father raised his head and looked at Fu Dong, choking.
“My son is dead, why don’t I cry?”
The old man’s voice was very thin and gentle. Although he was very sad and angry, his words were still gentle and still With a hint of coquettishness, Fu Dong sighed, raised his head and looked at Han Qian with helpless eyes.
“Be patient.”
Han Qian nodded and said softly.
“I can understand.”
Fu Dong took a deep breath and said softly.
"We will continue to invest in what Shaoqi has not finished. Shaoqi's death requires your Binhai Municipal Bureau to hold a press conference to announce this matter."
After saying this, Li Jinhai looked at Han Qian , Han Qian shook his head.
"This time is not the best time. I am probably planning to hold this press conference when the movie starts playing in three months."
Fu Dong nodded.
"Yes, the film requires that I need Wei Jiu and Wu Qingsi to star. I need the popularity of these two people."
Wei Jiu nodded lightly.
“Yes, I can handle the entire movie promotion, but I can’t guarantee Wu Qingsi’s side. Her mental state has always worried us.”
Fu Dong raised his eyebrows and asked.
“Wu Qingsi is mentally ill?”
Wei Jiu shook his head.
“No, but if she doesn’t want to do this, no one will do it!”
Fu Dong hummed and then added.
"Shaoqi's tombstone will be left in Binhai, other things..."
While talking, Han Qian's cell phone rang. Looking at his mother's number, Han Qian frowned. Mom usually doesn't Will take the initiative to call himself. After answering the phone, Han Qian stood up suddenly when he heard his mother's voice, then climbed on the table and rushed over Fu Dong's head and rushed out of the conference room.
Fu Dong cursed, but Han Qian had no intention of paying attention to Fu Dong. When he went out, he pushed the door hard and the glass door shattered. Han Qian drove away.
He rushed into the hospital in a hurry. When Han Qian came to the door of the operating room, he found that the elders in the family had already come over. Han Qian rushed forward and held his mother's hand.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly preparing to deliver the baby? It's only been more than seven months and less than eight months!"
Qian'er's mother whispered with red eyes.
"An An accidentally fell down when she was going downstairs. I didn't find out until I got home after buying groceries."
Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I know, I know! It's okay, it must be okay! Mom, go and rest first, aunt! Aunt, you guys should go and rest too, I'll be fine here."
An An fell. An An's figure was already thin. Pregnant with two children, her belly became bigger and it was very inconvenient for her to walk.
Han Qian stood at the door of the operating room and kept pacing. Then he simply lay on the ground and looked inside along the door of the operating room. Han Qian had no idea what was going on inside.
During this period, people came and went, and people kept coming to the hospital to inquire about the situation.
When the old Taoist priest and the old Chinese doctor came together, Han Qian grabbed the old Chinese doctor as if he was grasping a life-saving straw. "Go in and show me what's going on."
The old Chinese doctor raised his hands and smiled bitterly.
"I'm not a gynecologist, and I don't know how to give birth. I'm waiting for the child to be born to check on the mother."
The old Taoist priest said softly.
"Now that medical science is so advanced, don't worry. It's not your first time to be a father. Why can't you calm down?"
Han Qian paced around, worried that he had committed too many sins. An An and the two children were involved.
There were more and more people outside the operating room. Luo Shen hurried over to ask how the situation was. Han Qian shook his head.
"I don't know, I don't know anything now!"
One day and one night passed very quickly for the doctors inside. They wished they could let time go slower and make their hands faster. Outside the operating room, Han Qian felt that his days were like years. He did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear of hearing some bad news.
At 5:25 in the morning, the nurse opened the door of the operating room, and one child and one child were pushed out. The doctor did not come over to congratulate Han Qian, and the atmosphere in the entire hospital fell to the bottom.
An An was in a coma, and the two children were not in very good condition. They were extremely weak, and their cries at birth were inaudible.
At this time, the elder and the younger were lying on the hospital bed. Han Qian stood aside and opened his mouth to call out An An, but no sound came out. He followed the doctors like zombies, An An and the two The children all went to the ICU. When Han Qian wanted to follow them in, the doctor closed the door.
Han Qian had no idea what was going on with An An and his two children now. He even said that he didn't know whether his two children were boys or girls, alive or dead.
Han Qian left the hospital.
After leaving the door and getting in the car, someone called. Han Qian smiled and responded that it was okay, he just wanted to get some air.
Drove all the way to the beach and walked up the bluestone steps.
Pushing open the vermilion-painted wooden door, the big yellow dog ran over and rubbed against Han Qian's legs. Surprisingly, there was no barking, and the little yellow dog didn't bar its teeth.
Walking up the steps, pushing open the Main Hall and looking at the bronze statue inside, Han Qian stepped forward and knelt on the hard floor tiles with a bang, clasped his hands together, then placed his forehead on the ground, kowtowed to pray to the Buddha.
The old monk and a young monk stood at the door of the main hall and looked at the man kowtowing inside.
The young monk said doubtfully.
"Master, doesn't the prince believe in Buddhism? Why do you come here to worship Buddha!"
The old monk stretched out his hand and touched the little monk's head and laughed softly.
"Everyone has a last resort, and everyone has to pay for their mistakes. He, Han Qian, does not believe in gods, but only gods can give him a sense of inner peace."
The young monk did not understand something. asked.
"Will this kind of cramming into a temporary situation be useful?"
The old monk smiled.
“Gods will never regard life as a believer. If you respect life, you will become a believer in gods.”
The old monk's words made the young monk even more confused as to why a superior god would become a belief in life.
The old monk looked at Han Qian and laughed.
"He didn't come to worship Buddha, he came to let the gods repay his debt."
Han Qian did not believe in gods.
That day he couldn't kneel before the Buddha statue.
You don’t have to pay me back what you owe me, so that mother and son can be safe.
The destiny remains the same, no resistance.
(End of this chapter)