Chapter 399 A Dish of Life (4)
Jiang Chengde had no idea what had just happened. He grabbed two sesame seed cakes and ate them while walking. The dry sesame seed cakes were eaten raw without any water. After eating, Jiang Feng felt as if he was choking.
Wearing long clothes in summer, even though the sun at noon was not particularly harsh, Jiang Chengde was sweating all over just walking on the road.
Compared with the prosperous Peiping, Guanwai is indeed much more depressed. There are no pedestrians on the road, and the shops on the street have little business. Many shops even have no doors open at all. The vendors setting up stalls along the road are doing nothing to hide in the shade to enjoy the cool weather. , not even interested in chatting.
In such an environment, Jiang Chengde, who was walking in a hurry wearing a long gown, was very strange.
Jiang Feng has been following Jiang Chengde like this for an unknown amount of time. It is so inconvenient to measure the world with feet, and even a short journey seems very far away. When Jiang Chengde's shadow was stretched a bit, he walked to the door of the hospital.
The entrance to the hospital was probably the liveliest place Jiang Feng had seen since arriving here, with women in cheongsams, men in long gowns, and rickshaw drivers in short jackets pulling rickshaws. Western-style architectural style, high-arched door, Jiang Feng even saw an ambulance - a car painted white with a red cross on the body.
This was not the first time Jiang Chengde came to the hospital. He walked through the crowd and went straight to the ward. Some doctors and nurses even knew him and nodded to each other when they met.
In front of the ward, Jiang Feng saw Jiang Chengde's father's name - Jiang Hengzhong.
Jiang Hengzhong's attending physician was a foreigner. He stopped Jiang Chengde outside the ward and told him in a mixture of Chinese and English that Jiang Hengzhong was undergoing treatment. It was not convenient to go in now. It would take several hours for anyone who wanted to go in to visit or take him out of the hospital.
Jiang Chengde's English was not very good either. He struggled to communicate with the attending physician by sputtering out a few words intermittently. The attending physician could only talk to him with gestures in Chinese and English. As for whether the other party could understand him. How much you can understand what you mean depends on luck.
Jiang Feng listened for a long time and understood their conversation. The attending doctor wanted to tell Jiang Chengde that Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation effect was not very satisfactory, and they could only continue to increase the dosage of medicine. The price of mofei powder has been rising. Originally, the money Jiang Chengde paid was no longer enough, but Mr. Lu sent another medical fee some time ago, so there is no need to worry about the previous problems. But Jiang Hengzhong cannot be discharged from the hospital in his current condition. If he is only taken out for a few hours, there will be no problem.
The attending physician's Chinese was as poor as Jiang Chengde's English. Only the pronunciation of the words "Mo Fei San" and "Qian" were very standard, causing Jiang Chengde to completely misunderstand the meaning.
Jiang Chengde thought that the attending physician was reminding him that it was time to pay. He had been explaining to the attending physician that he was currently in financial difficulty and might not be able to afford so much money at the moment. The two of them were talking nonsense like this, and no one understood. Who means.
While talking, the nurse came over with medicine.
"Doctor, I've brought the Morphine powder," the nurse said.
The attending physician nodded, motioned for her to go in, and said four Chinese characters with a clear and pronounced Chinese character, besides Morphisan and Qian: "Left arm, injection."
The nurse nodded to express understanding and walked into the ward with the medicine.
The nurse happened to be walking by Jiang Feng, so Jiang Feng casually glanced at her plate and was stunned when he saw the label on Morpheus Powder.
Morphine
morphine.
A drug more toxic and addictive than opium.
It's actually a smoking cessation drug.
Jiang Feng wanted to walk into the ward, but couldn't bear to do so.
Now he knows why Jiang Hengzhong died at the age of forty. First, he smoked opium and ruined his family fortune. Later, when he quit smoking, he actually used morphine to quit smoking. Fighting poison with poison was tantamount to courting death.
After a while, the nurse came out of the ward and told Jiang Chengde that the patient had finished injecting Morphine powder and needed to rest, and asked him to wait outside for an hour or two before going in.
The attending physician also found that it was very difficult for him to communicate with Jiang Chengde, so he asked the nurse to find a doctor who could speak Chinese to talk to Jiang Chengde, and he left first.
Not long after, the nurse brought a young doctor over to talk to Jiang Chengde about Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation.
The young doctor first explained to Jiang Chengde Jiang Hengzhong's current smoking cessation progress, which he could not possibly understand. He told Jiang Chengde very directly that Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation progress was not ideal, and asked him if he would like to use a more expensive but more effective method. Good new medicine.
"New medicine?" Jiang Chengde hesitated, "Isn't Morphisan already a very effective medicine?"
"Mophisan is indeed very effective, but after all, it varies from person to person. Now a new drug with better efficacy has been developed abroad. The price is much more expensive than Morphisan. Bian has already used it first, and the effect is very good. "The young doctor said. Explained, "It is difficult for our hospital to get this new drug. When Mr. Lu came to pay the fee some time ago, he mentioned that you were going to move to Peking. If it is a hospital in Peking, you can try it on your father." Check out this new drug.”
"What's the name of this medicine?"
"Heroin."
Jiang Feng:...
He knew how Jiang Hengzhong died.
When he participated in the anti-drug knowledge competition, he also answered a lot of questions. The question that impressed him most was that heroin was first introduced into the country in the form of a smoking cessation drug, but he did not expect that this case actually happened to his ancestors.
If this situation continues, it will be difficult for Jiang Hengzhong not to die.
Just thinking about it like this, he actually felt that Jiang Hengzhong was a bit unlucky. It was his own problem that he became addicted to opium and lost all his family property, but the subsequent morphine and even heroin and his final death were a bit of a blessing.
The young doctor chatted with Jiang Chengde and then left. Jiang Chengde stood quietly at the door and waited for several hours until the nurse came in to check to make sure there was nothing wrong, helped Jiang Hengzhong change his clothes and took him out.
"It's best to send it back at night." The nurse also told Jiang Chengde.
"Okay." Jiang Chengde responded.
Jiang Hengzhong is very thin.
It's not ordinary thinness, nor thinness due to hunger or malnutrition. He is a kind of pathological, even scary thinness.
The hands exposed from the sleeves were as thin as hemp rods and skinny. Jiang Feng could still spy from the small part of his exposed wrists the dense pinholes on his arms, indicating the extent of his current morphine addiction.
Jiang Hengzhong followed Jiang Chengde out of the hospital, looking very dazed.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Hengzhong asked. He was already in a trance when he was addicted to opium cream. After quitting smoking, he became even more trance-like. Sometimes he couldn't even distinguish illusion from reality.
Jiang Chengde looked at Jiang Hengzhong, and his heart didn't even waver.
Jiang Hengzhong is no longer his father.
Ever since he got infected with opium cream, hung out in opium dens, lay on the bed all day and smoked, ruined his family fortune, indirectly killed his mother, and made his grandfather angry, Jiang Hengzhong was no longer the same person who taught him cooking and helped him dress properly. 's father.
"Mr. Lu is moving his business to Peking, and Taifeng Tower will pick up the plaque tonight." Jiang Chengde said.
"Mr. Lu?" Jiang Hengzhong was a little confused.
Jiang Chengde sneered: "Have you forgotten? A year ago, weren't you the one who sold Taifeng House to Mr. Lu? Weren't you also sold the Jiang family's land and house to Mr. Lu to pay off the debt?"
"Pay the debt..." Jiang Hengzhong narrowed his eyes.
In the past few years, he has been intertwining between reality and illusion. He has always been in a trance. Occasionally when he is awake, he is either in a smokehouse or in a hospital, and his whole person is a little crazy.
When Jiang Chengde saw him like this, he seemed to see his grandfather on the hospital bed and his mother who had lost her breath after giving birth. He clenched his fists and tried to control himself not to punch him, and ignored him and walked forward. (End of chapter)