The next day, under the brilliant sunshine,
Jiang Jinsang had to go to the hospital for a follow-up exam, and Tang Wan had work to deal with. After dropping him off at the hospital and eting with Ruan ngxi, she went straight to the studio.
After a eting lasting over two hours with no results, during a break, she placed a call to Jiang Jinsang.
"Is the check-up finished?" Tang Wan leaned against the window.
"An ergency patient ca in, and he went to take care of it. We still have to wait a while; how about you?"
"The eting’s still ongoing."
"Then, when I’m done, I’ll co pick you up, and we’ll have lunch outside." Jiang Jinsang had recovered well, and at this point, moving about wasn’t an issue -- the old lady didn’t insist he had to use a wheelchair.
"Mhm."
...
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhi walked over and made her a cup of black tea. "Thank you, Uncle Chen."
"It seems that he treats you very well." Chen Zhi smiled. "You can tell if soone is happy just by looking at their eyes."
"Really?" Tang Wan held the mug. "You’ve co to Beijing with ; Auntie must have a hard ti at ho taking care of the kids. Has she ever complained?"
"A man has to earn money to support the family. Once ’Feng Que’ is wrapped up, I’m planning to take them abroad next year for a trip. If I end up settling down in Beijing in the future, I will bring them over..."
So say that all happy families are alike, while every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. In truth, even happiness is entirely different. For Chen Zhi, earning money to provide for his wife and children equated to happiness. For Tang Wan...
The success of Jiang Jinsang’s surgery and being with him ant happiness.
**
anwhile, at the hospital, Zhou Zhongqing hurried back to his office from the ergency room, his white coat stained with specks of blood, his forehead slick with sweat...
"You’ve been waiting a long ti, haven’t you?" Zhou Zhongqing took off the blood-stained white coat and put on a clean one. "A patient suddenly started internal bleeding, constantly vomiting blood."
"Is it stable now?" Jiang Jinsang poured him a glass of water.
Zhou Zhongqing shook his head. "I wanted to get him to the operating room quickly, but the patient is over eighty and his body can’t sustain it, and the family is having a hard ti accepting it..."
Even after so many years accustod to life and death, Zhou Zhongqing still sighed deeply.
Jiang Jinsang handed him the water. Zhou Zhongqing was not an ergency departnt doctor; normally, getting an appointnt with him was difficult. Being called over in a rush ant that the situation must have been beyond the ergency departnt’s control. Unexpectedly...
"Let see your physical exam report for today." Zhou Zhongqing drank a big gulp of water. "I have a surgery scheduled for 10:30, so I need to hurry up."
Jiang Jinsang handed over the dical report with the few values he needed to look at. "It’s okay; you can let up on your diet restrictions a little now, eat slightly heavier food. However, you should still stay away from anything too spicy or irritating."
"Do I need to increase my exercise?" Before, Jiang Jinsang’s poor health ant too much exercise was as bad as too little.
"You can step it up, but gradually. Sudden increases can be too much for your body to take."
Zhou Zhongqing spoke and took another sip of water.
"When can I engage in more strenuous activity?"
"What kind of activity?" Zhou Zhongqing asked, sipping his water while flipping through a patient’s records for the surgery to co, only glancing at Jiang Jinsang’s report in an aloof manner.
"The kind that couples like to do."
Zhou Zhongqing spurted out the water, coughing. "Can’t you be more subtle with your words?"
"I was very subtle before, but you didn’t understand."
"..."
"Uncle Zhou, when can my body..."
"You in such a rush?"
"Uncle Zhou..." Jiang Jinsang pursed his lips. "Please don’t take offense at my words."
"Speak your mind. After all these years, how many tis have you offended ?"
"You’ve never married; there are things you really don’t understand."
Zhou Zhongqing frowned and only wanted to send him away with one word: "Scram."
"Uncle Zhou, about my health..."
"Wait a bit longer." Zhou Zhongqing snorted. In reality, he had been recovering well lately, but this matter would take advantage of his goddaughter. Plus, after so many years of dealing with the young man, how could Zhou Zhongqing easily let him have his way?
"Uncle Zhou?"
"You could always try. If sothing goes wrong, when others ask how you got sick, I’d feel embarassed to say. It’s not just you who would be ashad—consider Wanwan too; she’s shy and cares about her dignity."
"..."
Zhou Zhongqing had surgery to prepare for and left swiftly. When Jiang Jinsang left the hospital, he was still disheartened. He felt fine, but Zhou Zhongqing wasn’t giving the go-ahead, and Tang Wan took Zhou Zhongqing’s advice to heart. What was he to do?
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