From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 70 Big Brother, I Was Wrong!

San Diego is adjacent to Mexico, and there are many old inks, wandering the streets in twos and threes.

However, the destination of the group, the Conway Street where the Morton Hotel is located, does not have Lao Mo, but there are many Chinese.

"Doctor Zhang, we are here. You should rest for a while and go to the hospital in the afternoon."

Zhang Zifan was indeed a little tired.

They boarded the plane at 8:30 a.m., and it took more than [-] hours to arrive in San Diego including the transit delay.

At this time, the local time was nine o'clock in the morning, but for Zhang Zifan and his party, they had reached the limit.

Especially Mr. Nie, after all, is an old man in his 70s, and needs to rest even more.

After a few people ate simple food, they slept in the reserved room.

After only sleeping for about four hours, Zhang Zifan was called up by the old man, and the group set off for San Diego Kuta Hospital.

This time the Nie brothers didn't drive. The group took the light rail and arrived at their destination very quickly.

Looking at the building of Kuta Hospital, Yuan Qiang thought for a long time before saying, "It's so beautiful!"

Indeed, the hospital is not large, but it looks extraordinarily beautiful against the backdrop of sunlight and plants.

Many old people in hospital clothes were taking a walk in the garden, but Zhang Zifan noticed that they were basically accompanied by nurses, not children.

After filling out a series of forms, the group was allowed into the surgical ward.

The ward conditions here look good, mainly because there are not many patients. Mr. Nie's younger brother Nie Shiping, or Charlie Nie, occupies a three-person ward alone.

At this moment, Nie Shiping was resting on a raised hospital bed, and beside him, a little girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was singing for him.

The song is a traditional ditty in the southern United States, which is used by farmers to celebrate the cotton harvest, and it also has the meaning of blessing well-being.

"This is my daughter, Lisa, but she prefers to be called by her Chinese name, Ye Shiyi." Su Shan introduced to Zhang Zifan.

At this time, Ye Shiyi also noticed the visitor's arrival.

The moment they met Zhang Zifan's eyes, the same surprised expression flashed across their faces.

She blinked at Zhang Zifan, and then, she showed a sweet smile, came to Mr. Ye, and said obediently in Chinese: "Hello, Grandpa!"

Mr. Nie was very happy, he quickly took out a thick red envelope from his pocket, and stuffed it into Ye Shiyi's hand without any explanation.

It may be the first time for the little girl to receive a red envelope, and she is a little at a loss.

Mr. Nie patted her arm and said with a smile, "Take it, this is a Chinese tradition!"

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Ye Shiyi carefully put away the red envelope.

After giving out the big red envelope, Mr. Nie raised his head with a complicated expression, and looked at his younger brother who had finally managed to sit up, "Should I call you Shiping, or should I call you Charlie?"

Nie Shiping smiled bitterly and said, "What's the point of saying this now, brother!"

"Hmph, since you still call me big brother, then you are my younger brother Nie Shiping, my younger brother Nie Shiping who was admitted to Peking University as the number one scholar!"

Mr. Nie wanted to finish the sentence in a tough tone, but as he spoke, tears flowed down his face.

Two old men over sixty years old hugged each other and cried.

At this moment, they were not speaking English or Mandarin, but the dialect of the countryside in S City.

Just like what they said when they were sitting on the field ridge when they were young.

Having not seen each other for decades, even the two taciturn old men couldn't help chattering about their hard life in childhood.

Zhang Zifan's hometown is not far from S city, but it is difficult to hear them speak, the Jiangnan area has always had different pronunciations.

However, Zhang Zifan still roughly understood the whole story.

Back then, the Nie brothers were the first-class smart people in the village.

Because of family difficulties, elder brother Nie Yuanping gave up the opportunity to study to younger brother Nie Shiping.

My elder brother worked as a farmer at home, but by chance, he joined a factory as a worker and broadened his horizons.

The younger brother made great progress all the way, and was admitted to a first-class domestic university like Peking University.

At that time, Nie Yuanping told everyone that he had an amazing younger brother in the emperor, who was a Wenqu star in the sky and a dragon and phoenix among people.

He is proud of his brother!
Some people even joked that he was Wu Dalang who always talked about being separated from his younger brother, but Nie Yuanping didn't care.

However, Nie Shiping did not regard his success as the dedication of his family and the cultivation of the motherland.

In that era of ideological confusion, he saw the development and beauty of the Western world, and gradually hated and despised his Chinese identity.

As for his elder brother who is far away in his hometown, Nie Shiping thinks that he is a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, an ignorant, unrepentant countryman.

In the end, the two brothers parted ways, and Nie Shiping finally got his wish and found the opportunity to immigrate to the dream country of lighthouses.

However, the United States is not as beautiful as he imagined. Discrimination against the Chinese is everywhere, and Nie Shiping's halo of being the proud son of the day is also dim here.

Faced with such a gap, Nie Shiping once had the idea that the greater the gap between China and the United States, the better. It seems that only in this way can he prove that his choice is not wrong.

As a Ph.D. in economics, he has written many articles that look down on China and has been appreciated by many American newspapers.

To put it simply, the old man who is now lying on the sickbed, old and tortured, was once a standard old intellectual!
"Brother... I was wrong!"

Nie Shiping's old eyes are cloudy, "At the airport, we argued wildly and quarreled with each other. I said, China like this has no future, and the Chinese cannot be as successful as the RB people...

But you said, you will stay in City S, on the land where our Nie family ancestors lived for generations, and use it for ten years, 20 years, or your whole life to prove to me whether the Chinese can do it!

Today, right and wrong can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

30 years ago, what I wrote, I believed it myself, the newspapers believed it, and the Western people also believed it...

20 years ago, they believed what I wrote, but I forced myself to believe it...

15 years ago, what I wrote, I didn't believe it myself, the newspaper pretended to believe it, only the stupid western people believed it...

Now, I can't even pretend to believe it, brother, I really know I'm wrong! "

Nie Shiping spoke the truth.

As the proud son of China's top universities, Nie Shiping wholeheartedly pursues the acceptance of the West, but what awaits him is the big stick of discrimination,

No matter how he begged for mercy, the door to his identity was always closed. Only when he was old did he realize that as a Chinese, it would never be possible to separate the Yanhuang gene that was integrated into his blood.

Ups and downs, in the end, the two are incompatible, leaving only confusion...

Looking back at his eldest brother, although he did not even graduate from high school, relying on his own intelligence and the east wind of China's rise, Nie Shiping, the honest and friendly eldest brother in his heart, has achieved success beyond his imagination.

Every time in a supermarket in the United States, Nie Shiping seems to be a torn person when he sees the daily chemical products of Yuanhang on the shelves, and even all the products made in China.

Half of his soul was proud of it, proud of it, and the other half was trembling, afraid to face reality.

"Snapped!"

Nie Yuanping slapped his younger brother, "You are the youngest brother in the family. When our mother died, I asked me to take good care of you, so no matter what you do, I will not be angry, but the slap just now was for me. My ancestor beat you, I have beaten you, and I will save your life for my mother!"

(End of this chapter)