Chapter 218 Xia Mubing
Jiang Feng followed Zhang Guanghang into the inpatient department carrying a fruit basket.
He just bought the fruit basket at a small shop outside the hospital. The flower basket cost 288 yuan and the fruit basket cost 268 yuan. The flower basket can be seen but not eaten, and it will last for two days. The fruit basket can be seen and eaten, and it will be eaten in one day.
Considering that Xia Mubing is a materialist who is simple and not pretentious, pragmatic and not exaggerated, and only loves money, Jiang Feng weighed it for more than ten seconds before choosing the fruit basket that seemed to have the most weight.
The two old men were watching from the side. In their opinion, buying these things was a vain thing. Going to the wet market to buy two kilograms of fish maw and prawns was more practical than anything else.
Xia Mubing's ward was on the 19th floor. Zhang Guanghang had been running to the hospital every day in the past few days and was already very familiar with the hospital's terrain. He led Jiang Feng and the others to the elevator door and waited for the elevator.
A minute later, the elevator door opened.
A burly man with a figure very characteristic of the Jiang family, who looked almost 1.9 meters tall at first glance. He was wearing an extra-large white coat and a mask. He had sparse hair and looked like an attending physician. He was carrying a strong man who was 1.8 meters tall. He walked out of the elevator door like a little chicken.
Jiang Feng and the four others, including Zhang Guanghang, were stunned at the elevator entrance.
Doctors these days...do they all have this style of painting?
As soon as the sturdy man released the little chicken, the chicken gasped for air as if he had escaped from death. At the same time, he did not forget that the chicken had a hard mouth and a trembling voice. He threatened without confidence: "I tell you, you are breaking the law. I want to I’m going to file a complaint against you. I’m going to call the police. You are violently abusing patients’ families. I’m going to find reporters. I’m going to expose this black-hearted hospital of yours!”
"Violence? Illegal?" The sturdy man slapped his hand on the wall, and the wall made a muffled sound. "This patient's family member, you just made a big noise in the ward, which seriously affected the recovery and rest of other patients. I just I’m just asking you to come out politely. You can adjust the monitoring, or you can complain to me, but——"
The sturdy man "gently" patted the little chicken's left shoulder, and the little chicken trembled.
"Please go and pay your dad's hospitalization fee first." The sturdy man slapped Little Chicken on the left shoulder again.
The little chicken boy endured the unbearable pain of two slaps and almost stumbled to the ground, but he was strong because he had more important things to do.
"What does the old man's hospitalization expenses have to do with me? You quack doctors know how to ask for money every day. We people's hard-earned money has been drained by you vampires. My dad was sent in alone and was treated like this by you. You look like you want me to pay money, bah!" The little chicken jumped over the wall in a hurry, not showing any signs of cowardice just now, he was filled with indignation and anger.
"Second brother?" Jiang Feng called out uncertainly after watching the show for a long time at the elevator entrance.
"This - little brother? Third Grandpa?! Grandpa!!" Jiang Shoucheng was so flattered that he ignored the chick who could support an episode of a medical drama with just one chicken, "You actually came here to see me!"
Jiang Shoucheng chose not to see the fruit basket in Jiang Feng's hand.
"Let's come see Mr. Xia," Jiang Feng said, sighing in his mind that his second cousin had gotten stronger after not seeing him for a few months. It was not easy to still have time to exercise while working as an intern in the hospital.
"You guys go quickly. I will go find you after I finish this. Which ward is Mr. Xia in? Let's go to dinner together later. Grandpa, I have a rest tonight and can take you around Beiping City." In fact, Jiang Shoucheng I don't even know who Mr. Xia is, but I don't care, just lick it.
"1901." Zhang Guanghang said.
After meeting the two old men, Jiang Shoucheng didn't have so much patience with the little chicken. Dragging him away was as easy as dragging a suitcase: "I just want to remind you about the payment. I think you must have said it after talking for so long. If you do, I’ll take you to drink tea.”
What a warm doctor-patient relationship!
Jiang Weiguo glanced at the little chicken that was dragged away, walked into the elevator, and muttered: "Another unworthy descendant."
Jiang Feng:?
again?
Xia Mubing's ward is a double room. The person in the same ward is a 67-year-old man named Zhao. His daughter is in bed with him and is peeling apples for him. A nurse is sitting next to Xia Mubing's bed, also peeling apples.
The facilities in the ward are quite complete, and the two old men are watching TV.
"Master." Zhang Guanghang said.
Xia Mubing looked at them.
Jiang Feng was behind Zhang Guanghang and was startled when he saw Xia Mubing's appearance, but said without showing it, "Hello, Grandpa Xia."
Xia Mubing was extremely thin, with sagging skin, age spots on his hands, countless ravines on his face, sunken cheeks, and sharp eyes, like a tiger at sunset.
He really had most of his body in hell.
"Go and make tea for them." Xia Mubing said to the escort.
The escort put down the half-peeled apple in his hand to make tea. Zhang Guanghang skillfully took the apple and continued peeling it.
Jiang Feng silently put the fruit basket aside to make room for the two old men.
The bedside table next to Xia Mubing's hospital bed was empty, except for a transparent glass bowl and a black jar.
The two old men walked up to Xia Mubing. Everyone was silent and the atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.
"Third Young Master, Seventh Young Master, I'm really sorry. I can't pick you up when you return to Peking, but I have to trouble you to come and see me." Xia Mubing said, his voice hoarse.
The father and daughter in the next bed couldn't help but look over. The title "young master" was too TV-like.
"Xia Sheng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Weiming laughed, "We are all old."
Xia Sheng was Xia Mubing's original name. He was bought by Chen Qiusheng from a trafficker. Xia Mubing was later named by Chen Qiusheng. At first, Xia Mubing was not used to three-letter names and couldn't remember them. When people asked him what his name was, he would just say his name was Xia Sheng.
Xia Mubing was sold to human traffickers by her biological parents when she was 7 years old. She had already remembered the incident when she was sold. Xia Mubing remembered that he had five sisters above him. He was the son his parents begged for after burning incense and worshiping Buddha every day. They regarded him as a treasure and named him Xia Sheng in the hope that he could grow as vigorously as vegetation and live healthily.
He still remembers that his parents knelt down and kowtowed to beg the traffickers to take him in. They asked for no money and could only give him a bite to eat to keep him alive. When he was sold, the five unmarried sisters above him all starved to death, and the married ones did not know whether they were alive or dead. In order to leave him a bite to eat, his grandma hung herself with a rope, and his mother was about to starve to death. When his mother gave him to the trafficker, she kept telling him in a weak voice to be obedient and let him live.
He didn't know where his hometown was. Before he was bought by Chen Qiusheng, he walked with everyone every day, walking non-stop, one pancake a day, and he couldn't fall behind. If he fell behind, he would be left behind and he wouldn't even have pancakes, so he would starve to death. .
Before being bought by Chen Qiusheng, his life was only black.
Chen Qiusheng originally bought Xia Mubing, just to find an older boy to study with for his only son. Xia Mubing called Chen Qiusheng's only son, Young Master, and also called Jiang Chengde's seven sons, Young Master. Even though Chen Qiusheng later fostered feelings for Xia Mubing and discovered his talent in cooking and adopted him as his adopted son and apprentice, Xia Mubing still did not change his name for Jiang Weiguo and the others.
Xia Mubing originally thought that he had forgotten many things and that Taifeng Tower only existed in the first twenty years of his life. Those times were so beautiful, one of the few colorful times in his life, so beautiful that they were even a little blurry.
But when he saw Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming, those memories that he thought were fuzzy became clear again.
The people of his generation, the things he loves and the things he hates, are basically buried underground. The King of Hell has already begun to send ghosts to catch him, but he can still stay in this world and can still see him before he dies. old friends.
Worth it!
"You are old." Jiang Weiguo sighed.
"Of course I am old. I will become a monster if I don't grow old or die." Xia Mubing said, looking at Jiang Feng, "Is that your little grandson?"
"Yes, he is the only one of my four grandsons who is still a bit angry." Jiang Weiguo said.
"I watched his game, good boy, good boy." Xia Mubing was not at all like the eccentric old man Zhang Guanghang said at this time, but more like an amiable elder.
"Taifeng Tower...when will it open?" Xia Mubing asked, his eyes shining.
"This is the time. You have to hold on and don't die. Third brother and I are still waiting for you to cut the ribbon with us." Jiang Weiguo said.
Jiang Weiming smiled helplessly.
"I will hold on. Don't try to drag me away even if the Lord of Hell comes!"
The escort came back with a pot of hot water, made a cup of tea for everyone, and said to Xia Mubing: "Mr. br>
Xia Mubing nodded.
Zhang Guanghang cut the peeled apple into pieces and put it in a glass bowl. He went to the cabinet to get a toothpick and said, "Master, I'm going to wash the fruit."
"Go ahead and put this jar over there, or we'll bump into it later," Xia Mubing said.
"I'll do it." Jiang Feng went to get the jar.
"Ding, get [a memory of Xia Mubing]."
Huh?
Jiang Feng subconsciously took another look at the jar in his hand, and for a moment thought of the urn jar Liu Xiuzhen held in her arms that he saw in his memory.
Putting the jar on the cabinet and pushing it in to make sure there was no risk of falling down, Jiang Feng said, "I'll wash the fruits too."
The three old men want to reminisce about old times, so juniors like them should not disturb them.
As soon as Zhang Guanghang took the apples out, an enthusiastic nurse came up to him and asked him if he wanted to help wash the fruits, ignoring Jiang Feng behind him.
"No need, I'll just take a shower with my friend." Zhang Guanghang said.
The nurse said sweetly: "Mr. Zhang is so considerate, he even washes the fruits himself!"
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Is this considerate? I can even eat it myself!
"By the way, what was in that black jar just now?" Jiang Feng asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Ashes."
Jiang Feng paused and found that his guess was correct. He asked, "Whose?"
"I don't know. Master has been keeping the jar of ashes by the bedside for these years. He must be a very important old friend." (End of Chapter)