Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Is something growing in my stomach?" Song Fengchen stopped drinking water.

"Yeah." Zhou Haochang nodded.

It was not Zhou Haochang himself, but one of his old classmates, Wen Tingwen, the current director of the Revolutionary Committee of Yang City, who was also his immediate boss, the top leader of Yang City.

Wen Tingwen has done a lot for Zhou Haochang to sit in his current position.

Zhou Haochang glanced at Song Fengchen, and said truthfully: "After my son got sober, his health has not been very good, and he will get sick every three to five. I am worried whether it is because of the previous events that he has some sequelae, so I deliberately Asking for leave to take him to the city hospital."

There, Zhou Haochang and his son met Wen Tingwen's son Wen Ai Dang by coincidence, and then they learned that Wen Tingwen was seriously ill and was hospitalized.

As a subordinate and old classmate, Zhou Haochang should visit him anyway.

In the ward, he saw Wen Tingwen.

Recalling the scene at that time, Zhou Haochang's scalp was numb. He gestured: "He was lying on the hospital bed, skinny like a stick, and his belly was bigger than that of a full-term pregnant woman who was pregnant with triplets. He was more energetic. The head is so good."

"Wen Ai Dang said that his illness was a bit strange. A month ago, he was fine. At the beginning, he thought he was a blessing. But within half a month, his stomach suddenly grew madly. It was only seven or eight days. That’s how it turned out to be..."

Zhou Haochang finished this in one breath, and then slowed down: "The general situation is like this, I don't have to ask too much."

Zhou Haochang spoke with Wen Tingwen for a while, and when he left, the Wen Ai Party suddenly noticed Zhou Maoxing next to Zhou Haochang.

"They know my son's situation, and there is nothing to say about the relationship between our two families, so I told them the ins and outs of the matter."

Wen Tingwen and his son fell silent on the spot, and when Zhou Haochang hesitated, Wen Ai Dang suddenly spoke.

Zhou Haochang looked sincere, and his tone was a little helpless: "He asked me to invite you to see Director Wen, and he said that whether it succeeds or fails, it will be re-reported afterwards."

Song Fengchen frowned and hit the nail on the head: "I don't want to be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Let's talk about what Wen Tingwen has done. Otherwise, I won't be so guilty to ask you to come and invite me!"

Song Fengchen's words were not considered polite, but Zhou Haochang was dumbfounded, and he was vague for a long time before speaking: "Director Wen is a rebel background."

Speaking of this, Zhou Haochang inevitably looks complicated. Wen Tingwen was an ordinary worker like him at the time. Later, the great turmoil broke out. As a fanatical revolutionary supporter, Wen Tingwen led a group of workers and students to seize the power of the city government. Location.

Compared to Wen Tingwen, who was pretending to be a fox, and the rampant Wen Tingwen, the incident committed by his son Zhou Maoxing could only be regarded as a trivial trouble.

But who made Zhou Haochang be one of the chickens and dogs that followed Wen Tingwen to ascend to heaven.

Song Fengchen understood.

The boss of the Chen family was in a daze. He didn't care what kind of person Wen Tingwen was. He only knew that even the director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee had sought out Song Fengchen. One can imagine how capable his third uncle was.

He directly ignored that it was not the Wen family but Zhou Haochang who came to the door at this moment.

Seeing Song Fengchen indifferent, the boss of the Chen family became anxious, and he said, "Uncle San?"

Why is there any hesitation?

Promise to cure that Director Wen, want money, rich, famous, what a good thing!

He would always remember in his heart that Song Fengchen was a kung fu at the beginning, and Zhou Haochang wrapped him two hundred yuan and also gave him a lot of various bills. When he was the captain of the production brigade, the subsidy for two years was not so much.

Song Fengchen couldn't think of the things that the boss of the Chen family could think of.

He is not short of money now, especially when he still holds a large piece of wild Dendrobium officinale.

What he lacks is personal connections and the opportunity to become famous.

Regardless of what Wen Tingwen is, one is to consider Zhou Haochang's face; second, no matter what happens or not, there is no harm to him.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen said: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Zhou Haochang opened his eyes and smiled, and he kept saying: "The situation is urgent, Comrade Song, do you think we are leaving now?"

Song Fengchen nodded, and under Zhou Haochang's reminder, he packed up some changes of clothes, and he held the Chen family boss and the bullpen to say something, and then he sat on the back seat of Zhou Haochang's bicycle.

When he landed again, he was already in Yangshi, more than a hundred miles away from Yuexi Village.

It is far more prosperous and wealthy than the county seat of Dongxian County. It was already sunset, and people came and went on the road, bullock carts, bicycles, and buses were in an endless stream. There were no cars, but one or two large trucks could be seen roaring by accidentally.

Zhou Haochang took Song Fengchen directly to the hospital.

After finding Wen Tingwen's ward, Zhou Haochang raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a black-faced middle-aged man. He looked up and down Zhou Haochang and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Let's find Director Wen." As he said, Zhou Haochang looked into the ward, and people on the 7th and 8th surrounded the bed to death.

"Come in!" The black-faced middle-aged man turned sideways.

Zhou Haochang nodded in thanks. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the voice of Wen Ai Dang: "Doctor He, how is my dad's illness?"

The middle-aged man called Dr. He looked at the photo of Wen Tingwen’s chest in his hand, helped the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with absolute certainty: “If there is no wrong diagnosis, Director Wen’s condition should be relatively rare. Judging from this chest radiograph, Director Wen’s situation is a bit complicated. To be honest, I have never encountered such a large liposarcoma in more than 20 years of medical experience."

Wen Ai Dang frowned: "Then, see Dr. Ho, how should we treat it?"

"Surgical resection can be done directly." Dr. He said directly: "Considering the actual situation and many uncertain factors, Dr. Xu, who came to the military hospital for consultation with me, has already written the pre-operative plan in advance. I believe it is only necessary to prepare. Enough enough, it will definitely minimize the risk of surgery."

Wen Ai Dang only asked: "I don't know how sure Dr. He is to perform this operation?"

Doctor He did not hesitate: "80%."

"Okay." It was Wen Tingwen who was speaking. He leaned back on the two raised pillows. There was almost no meat on his face, as if it was covered with a thin layer of black skin.

He said unhurriedly: "Doctor He is an expert in this area. We don't know much about these things. But since you have said so, Doctor He, then you can rely on Doctor He for the operation."

Dr. He said repeatedly: "Yes, then I will go down to prepare for the operation."

Wen Tingwen nodded, without any pretensions, "Trouble you Doctor He."

Wen Ai Dang turned around to send Doctor He, and then saw Zhou Haochang and the two at the door. He was taken aback: "Uncle Zhou...This is what you call Comrade Song Fengchen Song?"

Zhou Haochang responded, and subconsciously looked at Song Fengchen. He hurriedly invited people over, but the Wen family had already found a good doctor and decided to have an operation.

There was no expression on Song Fengchen's face, his gaze shifted from Wen Tingwen to a middle-aged man in tunic suit standing on the left side of the hospital bed, but he was startled.

To Song Fengchen’s sight, the middle-aged man in the tunic nodded slightly, then looked at Wen Tingwen, “Director Wen, it’s already so late, so we won’t bother you. I will come to see you tomorrow and wish you a successful operation.”

Wen Tingwen said with a smile: "Thank you Comrade Chen Jiyan, since you have said so, then I won't keep you. Love the party and send Comrade Chen for me."

"Hey!" Wen Ai Dang nodded and replied, "Comrade Chen, please!"

The dozen or so people in the ward walked away in an instant.

Wen Tingwen looked back at the two Song Fengchens. Like Wen Ai Dang, he was surprised at Song Fengchen's youth, but he didn't show it on his face. He said: "Brother Zhou, you are waiting...This is Comrade Song, please make this trip for me."

In words, it was as if what had just happened never happened.

His tone was particularly sincere, but Song Fengchen could see arrogance from his face.

That's right, who is Wen Tingwen, the leader of Yang City, who is like a snake. As for Song Fengchen, a farmer from the village Nomura, although he has some skills, he can only hide and dare not expose it to the public.

Wen Tingwen was sure that Song Fengchen didn't dare to disobey him.

"Since Comrade Song is here, what do you think of my illness?"

Song Fengchen's heart was stunned, but he could only do what he wanted.

He spoke perfunctorily, but his face was serious: "I think what Dr. Ho said is quite reasonable."

Wen Tingwen didn't doubt that he had him, so he completely let go of his heart. As expected, he thought too much: "That's good, that's good!"

Song Fengchen didn't want to stay longer, and Wen Tingwen was about to have an operation, Zhou Haochang simply greeted him with a few words, and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Song Fengchen also received a big red envelope from Wen Ai Dangshui, which was called hard work.

Out of the gate of the hospital, Zhou Haochang slowed down, "I ran for two days now and then, but this sentence is over?"

With that said, Zhou Haochang turned his head and looked at Song Fengchen. The other party took out the red envelope given by Wen Ai Dang and threw it into the trash can.

"Eh?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "This is Mr. Song Fengchen Song, I've looked up to the name for a long time!"