On the evening of September 8, after dinner, the freshmen of Xicheng Medical University were in military training. They wore camouflage uniforms that smelled a bit of sweat, and their immature faces were filled with the enthusiasm left by the sun. The military shoes on their feet were stuffed with insoles of various patterns, just to make the soles of their feet less sore.
The night breeze was cool, and the leaves of the camphor trees outside the playground rustled.
The officers were shouting commands, the first row started, the freshmen raised their tender necks, opened their throats full of the golden flavor of watermelon frost, and counted loudly.
At this moment, one of their schoolmates was being rescued in the operating room.
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All the top medical personnel from all hospitals in South City who were not scheduled for surgery at this time this evening gathered here and stood in front of an operating table.
People from Xicheng were also on their way here on the Qi family’s private plane.
This rescue operation was a battle for both people inside and outside the operating room.
When the critical illness notice comes down, family members are required to sign.
Zhang Zhen staggered forward with an untidy beard, a hand holding a pen in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to punch to grab the pen, but when he met the tired gaze of his third brother, he put down his raised fist, gasped nervously a few times, and let out a defensive growl in his throat.
The car his brother was in exploded in front of him. He was held down by his brothers and could not rush in. He watched the car burn up. He collapsed and locked himself up and went crazy. Later, he learned that his brother was not dead. Several brothers who had been with him for many years and had been through life and death many times were the spies of the Shen family. They united to betray him. This series of events brought him post-traumatic stress disorder. He had an extra medical record in his drawer, a psychiatrist's phone number on his mobile phone, and extra medicine in his pocket.
It would be fine if it doesn't involve anything related to茭白, but once it does, his vigilance will become abnormal and it will be difficult for him to trust people.
Zhang Zhen's tall body was hunched anxiously, and the curve of his back was disordered.
Qi Yilao turned the pen between his fingers and pointed it towards him.
Zhang Zhen glanced at his pale-faced third brother. He paused, took two deep breaths, and stepped back.
Qi Yilao said nothing more. He quickly signed his name and handed the pen to the medical staff. His breath tasted fishy and sweet.
The medical staff didn't leave. She took out something and said, "Master Qi, this is what we took out from the patient's hand. He clenched it so tightly that his finger bones were stiff and bent, and there were several severe bruises on the palm of his hand..."
It was a Buddha amulet. The small tracking box was clean, but the cracks around the edges were dirty. There was hardened mud and dried blood.
Qi Yiliao took the amulet from the medical staff and rubbed it for a few times. The cell phone in his trouser pocket rang, and he went to the bathroom to answer it.
The young nurse passing by took a second look.
I have never seen a big shot wear out his leather shoes. The toe of the shoe was deformed, and there were two holes pierced by something sharp, as if it had been hit hard not long ago.
The knees of his trousers and the elbows of his shirt were also very dirty, as if they had been on the ground.
The great man has a very good temperament, he is not sloppy, but shows his popularity. The marks on his body are proof of his silent but sensational transformation from a god to a mortal.
——He experienced the worldly life and from then on he had seven emotions and six desires.
In the restroom, Qi Yiliao held his phone in one hand and touched a Buddha amulet with the other. He asked the person on the other end of the line in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"
"Uncle Qi, is Jiaobai awake?" Shen Eran's voice was very soft, as if a child who had just woken up from a nightmare was asking an adult, "Dreams are all fake, right?"
"The operation is still in progress." Qi Yiliao said.
There was a faint groan of pain from Shen Er'an, mixed with the dull sound of fists and feet hitting skin, flesh and bones.
“Hatred is important, but it is not the most important thing.” Qi Yiliao said calmly, “Once the positions are reversed, life will fall into a vicious circle.”
As soon as the last word fell, he hung up the call, put the phone in his pocket, bent over the sink, and put his hand under the faucet.
A stream of cool water flowed down, through his sticky red palms, and into the gaps between his fingers.
Red blood flowed into the drain.
Gradually becoming clear.
Qi Yiliao scooped up water to wash his face. He washed again and again, but the blood flow in his body did not slow down, but became faster. It was as if his blood vessels were about to burst.
restraint…
Restrain... Restrain...
Don't be in a hurry. Things have their priorities. For now, you need to be restrained and wait for the results and miracles.
"Restrain yourself," Qi Yilao's forehead was bulging with veins, and the veins on his neck were throbbing, his expression was terrifying.
"Pah"
Water dripped from Qi Yilao's chin and fell onto the wet ground. His two cold white hands pressed on the table, pinching the raised knuckles of the Buddha amulet.
"To live..."
After a while, a complicated sigh was heard in the bathroom, "Live on."
On the other end, Shen Er'an was hung up. He stood there, thinking about what Qi Yiliao said. It seemed that there was a place for it, but it also seemed that there was no place for it. He forgot it after hearing it.
A one-sided beating was going on not far away. The man being hung was covered in blood, but it was not fatal. He couldn't die. Qi Yilao and Zhang Zhen hadn't come to see him yet. He wanted to live, and live a long life.
Shen Er'an just watched.
Shen Ji was hit with a punch and his head tilted back, then he fell forward weakly, with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose. He slowly raised his drooping blood-red eyebrows and looked at Shen Er'an.
There was mockery in his eyes.
The old wolf king said to the little wolf, your cold-bloodedness, violence, and cruelty are all my genes, and now you have followed my path.
Congratulations on growing up, my son.
"Bang"
The bullet streaked through the sharp void and hit Shen Ji's right forearm.
The sound of gunfire stopped the beating.
Several young geniuses present turned around and looked at their master.
Shen Er'an put down his gun: "Treat him."
The gaze behind him was still there, and the biting nausea caught up with him, refusing to let him go.
The voice in the sight was saying: Last year you mocked me for killing my mother, this year you killed my father, what’s the difference between you and me
Yes. Shen Eran walked out of the basement, stood under the night sky, and looked down at his hands.
Tan Jun was sitting beside the flower bed, looking over and seeing an old friend through him.
"And, are you blaming me for stopping you?" Tan Jun took out an old-fashioned watch from his pocket. It was no longer working. He wiped the dial with a handkerchief. "Under the circumstances at that time, I had no choice but to stop you."
The shadows of the trees swayed on Tan Jun's thin figure. He sat there, as if in another era, vast and desolate.
"Besides, we are human, not gods. We are powerless, helpless, and overwhelmed by the forces beyond our control."
Tan Jun laid out the cruel reality: "You can't save him if you rush over impulsively. You will fall with him. That's all."
"Even if the mat didn't catch him, you have to cheer up," Tan Jun smiled. "If you die, you'll just be a body that's gradually getting cold. If you're alive, you can do a lot of things."
Shen Er'an was silent for a moment: "I consider everything, no one else does."
"You are still young." Tan Jun stood up from the flower bed. "Give you ten years, and your achievements will surpass that of the Qi family."
Shen Er'an was distracted for a moment.
"When you reach your father's age, you will stand taller than him."
This is what Jiaobai told him last year at Shangmingyuan.
At that time, he asked Jiaobai the reason in confusion and said that he didn't like doing business.
Now, because of the grievances of the previous generation and the entanglements of this generation, he has stepped into the business world and has been contaminated by some things.
Shen Er'an held his head with gauze.
Tan Jun frowned: "The fragments in your head have not been removed completely. You should go back to the hospital and lie down. The next surgery cannot be postponed."
Shen Eran suddenly said: "I want to fold a dragonfly."
Tan Jun was stunned. Just as he was about to take out the colored paper from his other pocket, Shen Er'an had already left.
Shen Eran looked at the moon as he walked.
It feels like going back to my childhood, when I was at Clam Mountain, and there seems to be a hint of tea fragrance in my nostrils.
Mother, I will do my best to avenge you and grandma.
I will use the rest of my life to bring down the Cen family.
I will do as you wish.
I only ask that you bless my friend Jiaobai, and keep him safe, healthy, and free from suffering.
It was midnight and the operation was still going on.
All the experts from West City arrived, and they made preparations and joined in. There was plenty of AB type blood in the blood bank, which minimized the possibility of other risks.
Zhang Zhen stared at the red light outside the operating room, chewing pills in his mouth. It was as bitter as gall, but he felt no discomfort at all.
Qi Yiliao hung up a call and dialed another number: "Karen, where are you?"
Karen was at the gas station: "We're almost there." He was originally on vacation in the mountains, and he met his ex-girlfriend and had sex with her. He left halfway through, and his ex-girlfriend gave him two high-heeled shoes while yelling and cursing, and left a pair of big bumps on his head, which have not gone away yet.
That's funny.
Karen put one hand on the window, propped up his head and drove, the wind messed up his hair, he thought of the four bottles of priceless wine, thought of his little brother who was so distressed, and glanced at his medicine box. How can life be called life if it is not funny
"Master Qi," Karen called the wine cellar owner with some respect, "I've read the report on your child's condition. I went there, but I'm not 100% sure. I can only say that I'll do my best."
Qi Yiliao's throat moved: "Come here first."
Finally, he said, "He hasn't given up yet."
"He is a strong child with admirable faith. He maximizes the significance of his tiny life." Qi Yiliao sighed, "He escaped from the hands of death at the end of last year and the beginning of this year."
Karen laughed: "That's amazing."
"I wish him to create another miracle." Karen turned the steering wheel, "I will do my best to help him succeed."
Qi Yiliao threw his cell phone on the bench beside him, rubbed his forehead and leaned against the wall, looking tired.
It was at this time that Chen Yiming appeared, his coat draped over his forearm and a flashlight in his hand.
Small, clean, exuding the scent of osmanthus, and washed.
There is no point in leaving the bloodstains.
Its existence is evidence of the intelligence and courage of Zizania latifolia.
"Boss Qi," Chen Yiming shouted, "This is what Master Bai used to create lacerations..."
Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew from his left, grabbed his collar, and slammed him against the wall with such force that his back felt as if its bones were broken.
"Zhang Zhen, I was the one who revealed to you the place where Bai Shao was imprisoned." Chen Yiming stated his position before Zhang Zhen beat him to death, "I have turned against you. Bai Shao and I are in a cooperative relationship."
Zhang Zhen knew this rationally, but not emotionally, so he punched Chen Yiming twice.
Chen Yiming didn't hide, he took it.
In the past, he relied on being the most trusted lackey of Chairman Shen, and he was superior to others. Many families were destroyed and many people died because of him. Now, looking back on those years of helping the tyrants, he had nothing to say. He only hoped that God would show mercy to him because he had done things according to orders and had turned over a new leaf.
Zhang Zhen pushed Chen Yiming away and took away the flashlight. He frowned and his cracked lips trembled slightly.
After suffering so much in vain, what could God give him? Zhang Zhen couldn't think of it.
Zhang Zhen gave the flashlight to his third brother and asked him about his doubts, seeking an answer.
Qi Yiliao held the flashlight and pointed his fingertips at it: "You have to ask God about this. However, after a long time, you can see the reward from God on him."
"Fate is unfair." Zhang Zhen did not accept this explanation.
"Indeed." Qi Yiliao said, "But those whose lives are bright and tenacious are more likely to be noticed and favored by the God of Destiny than those whose lives are dark and shriveled."
"Xiao Bai once told me that if a person has no ideas, then he is not alive." Qi Yiliao stood up, "Perhaps his ideas are what we need to understand. There is still a gap between us and him."
He didn't use "you" but "we".
Qi Yiliao walked away with the flashlight. The darkness around him faded a little, and the world regained some light.
Zhang Zhen continued to stare at the light in the operating room.
Chen Yiming hesitated and tried to comfort a madman: "Zhang Zhen, what I am about to say is what I saw with my own eyes and felt with my own eyes."
"When Mr. Bai asked me if I had brought anything with me, I took out a small flashlight. At that moment, his breathing became stronger." Chen Yiming described the scene without any falsehood.
Zhang Zhen turned his head slowly: "Did he scream in pain?"
"No." Chen Yiming thought of something and his face looked strange for a moment, "He seems to know more about this aspect. I mean he has a strong ability to accept things." He also swore during the process, a series of "grass", "Shen Ji, I'll kill you", "I'm going to buy a large flashlight, you wait" and so on. Chen Yiming was numb.
The lights were off at the time, so he couldn't see anything, so he asked what was going on. Jiao Bai said, "My muscles are loose and weak. I gritted my teeth and used the little bit of strength I had saved, but I only broke an inch." "But it doesn't matter. I rubbed the beginning repeatedly and bled a lot. It's disgusting. When Old Dog Shen checks it later, he will only take a quick look. He won't get close to it, let alone examine it carefully."
In the end, there really wasn't any.
Well, there’s a reason why his boss lost.
He felt that Jiaobai understood his boss better than he did, which made him more convinced.
At that time, Chen Yiming reported to his boss that the work was done, and it was Jiaobai who set the time for him. Jiaobai said that if it was too long the first time, it would be suspicious, and if it was too short, it would seem fake, so it was fine to be about right.
Chen Yiming followed the rhythm of茭白 throughout the whole process.
"Jiao Bai's negotiation with me is an important reason why I chose to be his ally." Chen Yiming said truthfully. A teammate who is calm in times of crisis, can adapt to circumstances, is smart and clever, and will not give up easily determines the success or failure of the plan.
Last year at "Di Ye", he had a contemptuous attitude towards茭白.
Downstairs in the rental house, he still treated the other person as just a new thing from the upper class.
What really changed his impression was that Jiaobai conspired with Qi Shuang to plot against the Shen family. From then on, the young man Jiaobai jumped out of the ranks of the rich people's pets and became an independent and passionate life.
"If he were my brother, I would feel sorry for him and respect his choice. If he woke up and was in so much pain and couldn't get out of it, I would hug him, accompany him, and tell him that the darkness is over." Chen Yiming still had a stern face and spoke in a tone like reading a report, but his admiration was real.
"If he tells his story proudly, as if he were showing off a medal he won by attacking fate, I would applaud and be proud of him."
Zhang Zhen choked up and burst into tears uncontrollably.