The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan saw Li Zhenshan's state, he knew that he was too excited. He sat down beside the bed and held Mrs. Li's hand. "Godmother, when the doctor was examining you, he found a small black spot on your liver. He just called me and my eldest brother to the office to talk about this. The doctor's opinion is that it is best to eradicate this small black spot in time while it has just grown. Their hospital has a technology called minimally invasive surgery. It doesn't require surgery to make a few holes in the abdomen. The small black spot can be easily cut off..."

Before Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, the ward suddenly fell into deathly silence, and all the laughter and joy just now disappeared.

Mrs. Li's face gradually darkened. She looked at Li Zhenshan and then at Lin Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, you didn't lie to me, did you? Don't worry, I've seen everything in my life. Just tell me the truth, I can handle it."

"Godmother? I really didn't lie to you, it's just a small black dot..." But no matter how Lin Zhiyuan explained, the old lady just didn't believe it.

Looking at the expressions of the other people in the room, Li Changan's eyes were already red, and Ning Xiufen and Yang Zhilan also opened their mouths wide, looking unbelieving.

Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to go out and find Doctor Li. Doctor Li pointed to the color ultrasound photo and showed it to the old lady, "Auntie, look, it's this little black spot, about two millimeters in diameter, and it's just a little black spot on the photo. According to my experience, it should be a newborn within three months. If you have surgery in time, there won't be any big problems."

Guo Ting is also a doctor. She looked at the color ultrasound photos and said exactly the same thing as Dr. Li.

Mrs. Li was skeptical at this point, but she was very strong-willed. She insisted on getting out of bed and walking a few steps in the ward, as if she was thinking about something. After about half a minute, she waved her hand and said firmly, "It's no big deal, doctor. I'll cooperate with you. We'll do the surgery whenever you say."

"Auntie, that's right. I'll prescribe some medicine for you in the next few days. You should take good care of yourself. When the conditions are ready, we will perform the surgery. Don't worry, it's very simple. It's a minor surgery and can be completed in an hour. If you recover quickly, you can get out of bed the next day."

After Dr. Li left, Mrs. Li looked at Li Changan, who was now crying so hard that he could not speak.

Mrs. Li sighed and touched her grandson's head. "My dear grandson, you can't be like this. If you cry every time you encounter something, what will happen? A man shouldn't cry easily. You should learn from your father and uncle and not be vulnerable to hardship."

"Yes, grandma, I won't cry." Li Changan nodded desperately, but he couldn't control his tears at all.

Mrs. Li's eyes were filled with tenderness. "My dear grandson, call Ma Jing and ask her to come back. I want to talk to her before I have surgery."

"Okay, grandma, I'll call right away." Li Changan trembled as he took out his cell phone and dialed Ma Jing's number.

The call was connected quickly, and Ma Jing's cheerful voice came from the receiver. The background noise was very noisy, as if it was on the street.

"Changan, Stephanie and I are shopping! Dr. Xing and Teacher Gao's thank-you banquet is scheduled for the sixth day of the New Year. We will return to Shenzhen as soon as this is over. When will you return to the company?"

Li Changan choked up and said, "Can you come to Yanjing right away? My grandma wants to see you."

Ma Jing's voice was much more shy. She immediately guessed that Li Changan had already told his family about their relationship. "It's not like Grandma hasn't seen me before. Can't she see me after the Spring Festival holiday when she returns to Shenzhen?"

Li Changan walked out of the ward holding the phone and told the truth, "Amei'er, my grandma is sick and will have surgery in the next few days. She wants to talk to you before the surgery."

"Ah?" Ma Jing exclaimed loudly, and then asked a series of questions, "What disease? Wasn't grandma still fine when I left Yanjing?"

"There's something growing on my liver, and the doctor said I need surgery as soon as possible..."

Ma Jing paused for a moment, "Chang'an, don't worry, I'll go back to Yanjing soon." At this moment, Ma Jing's voice was full of tenderness, "Chang'an, grandma will definitely get better."

"Yes!" Li Changan agreed solemnly. Ma Jing agreed to return to Yanjing without hesitation, which made him very relieved.

Half an hour later, Zhou Lang and driver Xiao Zhang arrived at the ward.

Lin Zhiyuan asked Xiao Zhang to take Guo Ting home first to pack some of his godmother's toiletries and send them over.

Then he dragged Zhou Lang to the corridor and said, "Xiao Zhou, thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Zhou Lang puffed out his chest, "Director Lin, don't worry! I promise to stay with you all the time." As a secretary, the boss's mother was ill, which was a good opportunity for him to show his abilities. "What do you want me to do?"

"Godmother is going to have surgery? It's the Spring Festival now, and they may not accept red envelopes. So, you should prepare some higher-end gifts. Also, don't forget the nurses, prepare some high-end fruits and send them over."

Zhou Lang kept nodding.

After Lin Zhiyuan explained these details to him, Li Zhenshan's phone rang. It was Director Liu from the 301 Hospital.

"Director Li, I heard from the doctor on duty that your mother's disease is in the early stages and can be completely controlled through surgery and later drug treatment. I am not in Yanjing now, I have returned to my hometown, but I will call the department director and several professors in Beijing and try to arrange a consultation tomorrow. We will work out the most appropriate surgical plan and strive to make your mother recover as soon as possible."

"President Liu, thank you so much. It's Chinese New Year and you're still calling me personally. I can't thank you enough. I'll come to thank you again when you return to Beijing."

It was almost noon, and Lin Zhiyuan asked Yang Zhilan to drive his mother home first while he stayed in the hospital.

It is the Spring Festival now, and many small restaurants outside the hospital are closed. Fortunately, the food in the cafeteria of the 301 senior cadres ward is still good.

Lin Zhiyuan and Zhou Lang went to the cafeteria to get some meals, and at noon, everyone had a meal together in the ward.

Old Mrs. Li was in good spirits. She held Li Changan with her left hand and Li Zhenshan with her right hand, and talked about Li Zhenshan's childhood.

"We were very poor back then! Your grandfather passed away early, and the factory saw that it was not easy for me to raise a child alone, so they arranged for me to do odd jobs in the factory. Your father was very sensible at that time, and he finished his homework early. As soon as he got home, he helped me with the work, sewing small pads. Your father sewed small pads quickly and well, and he could sell them for three to five yuan every week. My dear grandson, do you know what a small pad is?"

Li Changan shook his head.

Mrs. Li smiled. "At that time, Gegang always inspected the machines. There was oil in the machines, which were too dirty, so they needed to be wiped with rags. Small pads were rags sewn from rags. People in Ge'an called them small pads. There were people in Gegang who collected small pads. Many women at home made 10 or 20 yuan a month by sewing small pads to supplement their family income..."

Li Zhenshan held his mother's hand and turned his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, two lines of hot tears flowing down his cheeks unconsciously. Even though he was already a minister, the difficult years of his childhood were forever engraved in his heart. Now that his mother spoke of it in such a relaxed tone, all the past events came back like a galloping horse, hitting the past that he did not want to look back on.

It was not until I was over fifty that I realized one thing: the happy life I have today was woven by my mother stitch by stitch under the dim incandescent light on those nights.