"You said that the young man gave me the medicine just now." After Zhao Mu returned to the room, he immediately called the secretary over.
Zhao Mu's secretary was Xiao Wang, the young man who had just asked Li Zheng for medicine.
Xiao Wang nodded, "That person is also Chinese."
"Then did he say what his name was?" Zhao Mu asked impatiently, his face showing a morbid flush because the high fever had completely subsided.
Xiao Wang was stunned for a moment, "That's not true."
"No... No?" Zhao Mu's face showed obvious disappointment.
"Go back and rest." He waved to Xiao Wang.
Xiao Wang Zhang Er was at a loss, what happened to the leader
"Book, clerk, you should rest first, you will get better soon after taking the medicine and sweating."
When he had already stepped out of the door with half of his foot, Zhao Mu's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Do you remember his room number?"
"Remember, 2104 is the second room on the right side of the corridor when the elevator comes out." Xiao Wang replied immediately.
Does the secretary also want to come to the door and thank him in person? He was even more confused.
After Xiao Wang left, Zhao Mu couldn't calm down for a long time. How could he admit that his grandson was wrong? Even though Li Zheng's clothes and temperament were completely different from the past, his eyebrows, his appearance, he would not be wrong.
When he was in Qinghe Town, Li Qiang often went to sea, and Zhao Qiuhua was not a common person. Therefore, when Li Qiang was away from home for a long time, Li Zheng and Zhou Sitian would go to the fishing farm to stay with Zhao Mu for a few days.
It can be said that the existence of Li Zheng, his grandson, gave Zhao Mu great comfort during the days when he was deported. Therefore, when Zhao Qiuhua chose to leave the Li family, Zhao Mu was not only happy that his daughter finally didn't have to be dragged down by him and lived the life he wanted to live, but he was also full of guilt for the Li family and his son.
The more guilty you are, the more shameless you are. Once he received a letter from his daughter, he... Sigh, Zhao Mu sighed heavily, his daughter had already left, how could he have any face to take his only son from Li Qiang
Zhao Mu didn't sleep all night. The high fever patient's resistance is weak, and with poor rest, he has no strength to get up the next day.
Hua Guo and his party waited in the restaurant for a long time, and after not seeing Zhao Mu coming down for a long time, they asked Xiao Wang to ask the waiter to open the door, only to find that Zhao Mu had already lost consciousness from the burn.
"How could this be? How could this be? I watched the leader take the antipyretic medicine!" Xiao Wang was in a hurry.
"Go to the hospital," someone said.
"Hospitals in the United States are different from those in China. The cost of a high fever is enough to bankrupt Lao Zhao's family."
"Then what should I do? Just hold on like this?"
Everyone looked sad. Xian Ning, the female bank manager, frowned. She pondered for a moment, then looked up at Xiao Wang, "Is there any more antipyretic medicine? First, give Lao Zhao one, and then immediately send him to the hospital! "
"Hey," Xiao Wang replied, and hurriedly looked for medicine and called.
The general debate of the United Nations cannot be delayed. The group saw that Xiao Wang called the front desk and left with a sigh. How can they get sick abroad.
When Li Zheng woke up early in the morning, he heard a noise from outside the door. He frowned, dissatisfied with the sound insulation of the hotel, and opened the door to see what happened.
Liang Zhexu had already stood in the corridor because he heard the sound. Seeing Li Zheng come out, his serious expression suddenly softened. Although his demeanor didn't change a bit, the aura around him softened a lot.
"What happened in front?" Li Zheng couldn't help but ask when he saw the hotel waiter running back and forth anxiously.
"It seems that someone is ill, and an ambulance is called." Liang Zhe paused and continued: "It's a Chinese."
Li Zheng frowned slightly. At this moment, under the guidance of the waiter, the ambulance personnel trotted down the elevator. They pushed the cart and talked in fast English. Room ran.
After a while, the ambulance staff came out with a cart, and on the cart lay a gray-haired old man with a flushed face and confusion.
The cart was pushed past Li Zheng by the ambulance staff.
The old man's head unconsciously turned to Li Zheng's side, and Li Zheng suddenly grabbed Liang Zhe's arm.
Zhao Mu…
It's him. Li Zheng had seen Zhao Qiuhua's notes. In addition to the text, there were many photos of her when she was young, including a photo with her father Zhao Mu. It's just that Zhao Mu was high-spirited and smug, but now he is old and full of hair.
Li Zheng lowered his eyelids, since the moment he woke up on the hardwood bed, he had thought that such a day would come.
He occupied the body of his grandson, and no matter what happened, he always owed them.
He is not the original body, and he can't make Cheng Huan happy with their family, but he still has to do what he should do.
"What's wrong with you?" Liang Zhe looked at him puzzled.
Li Zheng turned his head slightly, his face had returned to calm, he slowly said: "The one just now, it seems... is my grandfather."
"What?" Liang Zhe thought he had heard it wrong.
The ambulance staff had already pushed the cart to the elevator, with Xiao Wang following behind, as anxious as ants on a hot pan. Although he is also a serious college student, the English teaching in China in the 1980s was really not very good. He couldn't listen to the rapid dialogue between the waiters and the ambulance personnel, or he finally listened to a sentence, but his brain has not translated it yet. , people have already finished speaking for a long time.
Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Li Zheng frowned, ignoring that he stepped into the elevator wearing only his home clothes.
Seeing this, Liang Zhe ordered a few words to the waiter next to him, and followed.
"It's you? Great, how is your English? Can you translate it for me?" Xiao Wang was overjoyed when he saw Li Zheng.
Li Zheng nodded, turned to look at the ambulance staff, and said in proficient English, "Is he okay?"
"High fever, shortness of breath, persistent dry cough, and after inquiries, symptoms of unilateral chest pain, we suspect pneumonia caused by high fever." The medical staff said seriously.
"How, how, is the secretary alright!" Xiao Wang hurriedly asked.
"It may be pneumonia. It will not be officially diagnosed until the doctor takes a film. The medical technology in the United States is very advanced, and it will be fine."
"Pneumonia!" Xiao Wang exclaimed, this was no longer considered a minor illness in China in the 1980s.
"How could this be the case? It was obvious that I just had a fever yesterday." Xiao Wang's voice was a little bit crying. He entered the iron industry after graduating from college. It has only been two years now. What's the matter, his secretary...
How could he be so unlucky. However, to his surprise, when Zhao Mu was pushed into the ambulance, the young man of 2104 and his companions actually sat up.
The young man skillfully discussed the condition and first aid measures with the ambulance staff, as if he was Zhao Mu's secretary.
Xiao Wang scratched his head, always feeling that something was wrong.
"His name is Zhao Mu? There is a daughter named Zhao Qiuhua, right?" the young man said suddenly.
Xiao Wang was stunned, "Secretary Zhao is indeed called Zhao Mu, but his daughter?" He shook his head, "I have never met his daughter. Secretary Zhao lives alone in the dormitory of his unit."
There was a sarcastic smile on Li Zheng's face, "Really." He knew that a woman who could easily abandon her own children would never want her old father.
Xiao Wang Yuguang glanced at Li Zheng's expression secretly, and his doubts were even greater. He hesitated for a while and said, "Thank you very much. If I were alone, I really don't know what to do."
Li Zheng smiled at him, but did not answer, but lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
There is a green channel for ambulances in New York. About 15 minutes later, the ambulance stopped at the gate of the nearest hospital, and the medical staff were already waiting outside.
Amid the loud roars of the doctors, Zhao Mu was pushed out of the car.
"The nurse measures the temperature, blood pressure, observes the pupils, and immediately takes a film. I need to see the film in fifteen minutes."
Xiao Wang looked anxious and hesitated to speak. He heard the doctor's words, and his whole body was agitated, filming? That can cost a lot of money.
"Can we not shoot? How should we treat it?" Xiao Wang said in broken English.
The doctor didn't even look at the young man, but turned his head and looked at Li Zheng up and down, "Family members go and pay. The hospital fee is settled on the spot. As for my personal consultation fee, a bill will be sent to you."
The doctor saw that Li Zheng was dressed in home clothes. Obviously, he didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he accompanied the patient to the ambulance. This is not a family member. Could it be that the kid who shouted not to shoot is a family member
Li Zheng nodded and walked towards the toll booth.
The deposit is 200 US dollars, which is equivalent to more than 700 RMB. For many ordinary people, they can save it without eating or drinking for a year.
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, where did he get the money for his home clothes.
Liang Zhe handed the card over. Since the last time he was forced to write down an IOU on the road, he had a habit of keeping a card in his pocket.
"Thank you."
Li Zheng didn't say much, and went forward to pay the deposit.
Xiao Wang was stunned from behind. With two hundred dollars, the leaders came out of New York and each received thirty dollars in foreign exchange. This man actually paid two hundred dollars as a deposit without blinking an eye.
wrong? Why did he pay for Secretary Zhao's medical bills
Not a liar, right? Working with the hospital to cheat money? This thought only existed for less than ten seconds, and he was trampled down by himself.
If this person has the ability to make such a big hospital in the United States cooperate with him in acting, why would he care about two hundred dollars