Chapter 380 Singing and weeping
On the fourth day after Yang Ping visited Professor Feng in the ICU, Professor Feng was weaned off the ventilator, stopped using sedatives, and woke up.
Mo Liu immediately took action to prepare for Professor Feng's surgery. Professor Feng woke up and Professor Zhang stayed by his bedside.
"Senior brother, why are you here?" Professor Feng burst into tears.
Professor Zhang sat beside the bed and patted the back of Professor Feng's hand: "It's not because of your surgery. You are so thin that if you donate your body, the quality may not be up to standard. It's better to live for a few years and gain some weight before donating it." Go.”
Professor Feng smiled bitterly, and the old brother did not forget to make fun of him at this time.
"Is Jiangong here too?"
Although Professor Feng woke up not long ago, his mind is still clear.
Professor Zhang nodded: "I have been here for several days and have been staying in the hotel nearby. When you were put on the ventilator for the first time, he was also here and looked at you through the glass in the visiting corridor."
"Why don't you come in, kid?" Professor Feng said slightly angrily.
Professor Zhang snorted: "You slapped him away for fifteen years. How dare he see you? He was afraid that you would immediately become angry when you saw him."
Professor Feng scanned the ward, which was guarded by ICU doctors and nurses. Professor Zhang understood and dismissed the doctors and nurses: "You all go and do your work. I will talk to Professor Feng."
The doctors and nurses in the ICU walked away. They were reassured that Professor Zhang was there, not to mention there was video surveillance, so they could rescue him in case of an accident.
"You also know that I have been thinking about this for the past fifteen years. Jiangong is more serious and cautious than Zhigang. How could he use a periosteal peeler to compress the rod?" Professor Feng had just woken up, very weak, and was coughing while talking. .
Professor Zhang patted him on the back and asked him to cough up the phlegm in his respiratory tract and relax: "The patient suffered from quadriplegia after the operation. We both went to the operating table together to reopen the patient's cervical spinal canal. The cervical spinal cord was indeed contused and hard. There was still a hematoma under the membrane. We made an incision to remove the hematoma and decompress it. Finally, the patient's limb muscle strength recovered to level three and he was left with a lifelong disability.”
"What a pity!" Professor Feng felt more comfortable again.
Professor Zhang took the phlegm wrapped in paper towels and threw it into the trash can: "This is a mystery. Who was bruised by the periosteal peel? But I'm sure it wasn't Han Jiangong, although he admitted it himself."
"Senior brother, I have been thinking that Jiangong may have known about my relationship with Zhigang for a long time and wanted Zhigang to take over my position. But I had already made up my mind. He had no choice but to take advantage of this opportunity to smooth things over and succeed Zhigang. ?" Professor Feng sighed.
Professor Zhang looked at Professor Feng: "I haven't told you this for fifteen years. I have been paying attention to this matter since then. Do you know? Zhigang secretly visits this patient every year and continues to support this patient. With a lot of money, he also helped the patient’s son find a good job in Shanghai. The patient’s family is very grateful to him.”
"Why didn't you tell me? I don't know any of this! I've always wondered, based on my understanding of them, Jiangong wouldn't make such mistakes, and wouldn't run away in anger just because of my slap." Professor Feng vaguely said The intuition was confirmed by Professor Zhang.
"Lao Liao, the anesthesiologist at the time, talked to me about this in private. He heard the soft conversation between Zhigang and Jiangong. Jiangong probably suggested reporting to you, but Zhigang refused. He couldn't hear clearly, so he wasn't sure or sure. Let me tell you. All indications prove that it was Zhigang who made the mistake at that time, and the success was just a matter of smooth sailing," Professor Zhang told the truth.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Professor Feng burst into tears.
Professor Zhang shook his head: "You don't know about this kid Jiangong? If he is determined to fulfill Zhigang, there is nothing we can do. Besides, I know the details of the matter. It is already a few years later, but I am still guessing without any evidence. At that time Zhigang has already taken the position of director, and Jiangong has been away for a few years. What should we do if one of us has been destroyed? Or your son?"
Professor Zhang lowered his voice.
Professor Feng burst into tears: "Where's Zhigang? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Let him come over!"
"I asked him to go to your house to get some things. He has an operation tomorrow. He might not be able to come down. I didn't do what you asked me to do. I want him to call you dad while you still have some breath. "Professor Zhang was a little excited, but his voice was very low.
"I don't deserve it, so I keep--" Professor Feng gasped. Professor Zhang touched his chest: "You are worthy. You have never let them down. It's just that things in the world are unpredictable."
Professor Feng waved his hands and was speechless. Professor Zhang comforted him: "Okay, the person who will perform your surgery tomorrow is a meritorious student. The young man is extremely talented. Three American experts strongly recommend him to perform your surgery. He can perform your surgery." The success rate is 80%.”
"How is that possible? Don't comfort me, but I don't care about the success rate." Professor Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
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According to Professor Zhang's request, Hong Zhigang rushed to Professor Feng's home. He was very familiar with this place and came here often.
He fumbled, took the key given to him by Professor Zhang, and opened the drawer of the desk in the study room. There was an old notebook inside, which seemed to be a diary.
This is what Professor Zhang asked him to get for the teacher. He carefully opened the notebook and found an old photo inside. Hong Zhigang was immediately struck like a thunderbolt.
With trembling hands, he picked up the photo - wasn't this photo of his mother?
It's exactly the same as the photo I saved. How come the teacher has this photo?
This is the only photo left of my mother, with a delicate and beautiful face, a bright smile, and a ponytail. The background is a picture of a peach tree in the photo studio.
According to his uncle, his mother died of a heart attack on the third day after giving birth to him. The only thing Hong Zhigang knew about his mother was this photo that his uncle gave him, which he now has with his mentor.
Under the photo is a letter, which reads: "My son Hong Zhigang personally expresses my gratitude"
My son? Hong Zhigang?
Hong Zhigang felt dizzy. He resisted the excitement and opened the envelope.
"Zhigang, when I read this letter, my teacher has passed away. - The love between your mother and I couldn't come together due to special reasons, but we never gave up on each other. In order not to affect my future, your mother , she didn’t tell me about her pregnancy. Before she left, she told your uncle not to let this affect me. And I stayed unmarried for this love until your uncle came to me. You were already preparing for internship at that time - you didn't dare to call yourself a father - you felt extremely guilty for being a teacher. If you had known the true situation at that time, you would have taken your mother over anyway - time passed by, and decades passed in the blink of an eye - only. I want to ask for one thing. There is a set of clothes in the safe in the study. They were my work clothes when I went to work in the mountains and countryside in Huzhou. I also met your mother in this set of clothes. I request that this set of clothes be buried next to your mother’s tomb. Snow is next to each other, we can’t stay together in life, but I hope we can stay together forever after death——”
Hong Zhigang burst into tears immediately and understood everything, but everything was too sudden and too bizarre.
This almost 80-year-old man tells a love story that is as beautiful as songs and tears, and the sacrifices made by both parties in order to stick to their love.
In order not to affect her father's future, her mother lied that she was going to get married and asked him to find a suitable partner to get married and start a family as soon as possible.
For this love, my father remained unmarried all his life. Later, he went to Huzhou to find his mother, but what he saw was a pile of loess.
Hong Zhigang slumped down on the chair. He no longer blamed this lonely old man. His father, whom he had never met before, was actually his mentor who had always been by his side like a loving father.
I still remember the first time we met, in the corridor of the Moliu Orthopedics Department, my mentor was walking over with his students. His white coats were neat and straight. Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong were standing in the corridor. The teacher saw them being shy and told them to stop. .
Hong Zhigang was very nervous, thinking he had made some mistake, and was ready to receive severe criticism. The teacher just reached out to help Hong Zhigang button a button on his white coat, and then helped him tidy up his clothes.
"Keep your head high, cheer up, and learn to respect and enjoy your work."
It turns out that the place where the teacher's heart is longing for is the place where his lover is. Being unmarried all his life is waiting for the sacred love in his heart.
The depth of love, the pain of longing, decades and many lonely nights, this old man missed his lover.
According to the password on the letter, Hong Zhigang opened the safe in the study room. Inside was a set of white coats, neatly folded, and he carefully took them out.
(End of chapter)