Rebirth: Grab the Heart and Still Love

What happened in the emergency room was just a small episode, but after this incident, Su Song was not in the mood to take a walk anymore, and after talking to Uncle Yang, the two returned slowly.

On the way back, Uncle Yang was still in the state of being shocked by Su Song's aura, and after a long while, he couldn't help asking: "Xiao Song, how do you know so much?"

Su Songxiao lied, "I wanted to be a doctor since I was a child, and I read every issue of 'Healthy Life'."

Uncle Yang suddenly said, "Healthy life" is a small section in the evening paper of City A, which is dedicated to some intractable diseases and their first aid methods. Uncle Yang has heard of them, but he doesn't read newspapers very much, so it is easy to read Was fooled by Su Song.

The topic fell to Su Song's future ambitions, "Do you want to be a doctor? That's good, serve the people!" After finishing speaking, he frowned again, "But you have to study hard in the future, don't be like the doctor just now, Half a bucket of water. If there is no you today, I don't know what will happen!"

In the same capacity as a patient, the behavior of that intern doctor naturally caused Uncle Yang's displeasure. Just imagine, if the doctor who saw him was of that level, the back door of the hospital could be directly connected to the funeral parlor. out!

Su Song nodded seriously.

After all, it was a serious illness, and Su Song was a little tired when he returned to the ward. He greeted Uncle Yang, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep with his head covered.

The clock ticked past, and when Su Song woke up with his confused eyes open, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the ward through the window, and the clock on the wall had pointed to six o'clock.

Unexpectedly, I slept for most of the afternoon as soon as I fell asleep.

"You're awake. Come on, eat an apple first." Su Xiulan came out of the toilet, holding a freshly washed apple in her hand. She was eating it by herself. Seeing that her son had woken up, she took it out of her hand. handed over the apple.

"Mom, you can eat, I want to drink some water." Su Song said.

Mother Su didn't refuse, she took the apple and ate it, pointing to the wooden table on the side, on which was the same thermos and a white porcelain water cup, "There is warm water in the cup, you can drink it. Have a meal."

Su Song nodded, drank a glass of water slowly, then obediently opened the thermos, and the familiar aroma of rice wafted out.Since he went to college, he ate less and less of his mother's cooking. Later, after Su's mother fell ill, Su Song didn't want her to cook. After all, he hadn't eaten his mother's cooking for nearly two years.When he came back this time, he ate the meals made by his mother again, and he couldn't get enough of them.

After dinner, Mother Su took out the sixth grade Chinese books from her bag, and said very considerately: "Don't worry too much when you are in the hospital these two days, just read the texts and memorize ancient poems. If you don't know how to ask me .”

Su Song silently took the Chinese document that was very unfamiliar to him, flipped through it twice and looked up at his mother, "Then when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

Su Xiulan said: "I asked the doctor, and he said that you can be discharged on Saturday."

Today is Wednesday, which means he will be discharged from the hospital in two days.Su Song was a little happy in his heart. After being reborn, he just stayed in the hospital and never went anywhere. He was looking forward to walking around.

"Mom, is the fried dough stick shop downstairs still open? I want to eat their glutinous rice cakes."

"Of course it's on." Su Xiulan gave Su Song a strange look, thinking that he wanted to eat it now, and coldly rejected his request, "No, that food is easy to get angry, and you can eat it after you are discharged from the hospital."

Su Song suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes. The glutinous rice cake from that store is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet but not greasy. It has been his good breakfast partner for more than ten years!But then he went to college for a semester, and the store closed when he came back from the winter vacation. I heard that the boss's son found a wife in his hometown, and the whole family went back to his hometown.Since then, Su Song has never eaten a better glutinous rice cake.

It is simply a great pity in life.

"Greedy!" Su Xiulan patted her son's head dumbfounded.

Primary school Chinese textbooks are still very simple for Su Song, almost as long as he reads the after-school exercises, familiarizes himself with the problem-solving ideas, and memorizes ancient poems and essays.As for the composition, the standard for elementary school is a [-]-word narrative essay, with questions at the beginning, a clear process, and a summary at the end, which is very easy to write.

In the past two days, Su Song has nothing to do, just stay in the ward and read a book, even if Uncle Yang asks him to go for a walk.Another reason is that after the misdiagnosis incident, he became a celebrity in the small circle of nurses. Even the little nurse who came to fetch him water every day couldn't help but look at him more.Su Song really couldn't stand this kind of admiration of being regarded as a rare person, so he simply stayed behind closed doors, out of sight, out of mind!

Finally made it out of the hospital.On this day, Uncle Yang's son also came, and he came to help very enthusiastically, and offered to invite him and his mother to dinner.

Su Song glanced suspiciously at the adult version of Crayon Shin-chan, always feeling that his mother and Uncle Yang’s family seemed to have reached some kind of secret agreement, now not only Uncle Yang, but even his son are so enthusiastic, it’s a bit overwhelming ==

Seeing Su Song's puzzled face, Su's mother whispered in his ear, "They want Yang Junzi to go to No. [-] Middle School."

It turned out that he wanted to go through the back door. Su Song expressed his understanding. After thinking about it, he said worriedly: "Mom, it won't affect you, right?"

Su Xiulan smiled and touched her son's head, "It's just that you have a lot of thought, I handed them over to the vice principal, who promised to give Yang Junzi a set of questions, and I packed a few copies of the entrance exam papers of the previous No. [-] Middle School for him. It's home, and whether you can go in or not depends on whether Yang Junzi works hard or not."

Since this is the case, there will be no accidents. Su Song felt relieved and accepted Papa Yang's treat with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, this father Yang is also a very powerful figure.He didn't read much, and dropped out of elementary school in the fourth grade. When he was a child, he worked with Uncle Yang to manage a shoe repair shop.Later, when the spring breeze of reforms swept across the land, more and more people went to sea to do business. Father Yang was also tempted. He followed others to pan for gold in his early twenties, and now he can be regarded as a small fortune.

The place to treat guests is a newly opened restaurant, not far from the hospital, probably out of fear of traffic jams, Father Yang walked over with two people.The hospital happened to be at a cross intersection, and the group of people crossed an overpass and walked on a straight road for 10 minutes.The restaurant faces the main road, with a big gilded signboard, a few flower baskets at the door, and the firecracker debris has not been swept away.

After entering, the boss greeted him with a smile. When Su Song heard it, he didn't expect this to be Papa Yang's restaurant.

"Hey, Mr. Yang came to inspect in person, is he afraid that I will mismanage it?" The boss is a 30-year-old man with a crew cut, small eyes, slightly fat, looks kind, and smiles at everyone.

"I'll leave it to you, a money-gathering ghost, and I won't worry about it? Okay, go upstairs and open a box for me. I want to treat you today!" Father Yang waved his hand.

"Do you keep a public account?" the boss asked again.

"It's my personal thing. Serve a few signature dishes, and the wine should be the best."

When Su Xiulan heard this, she quickly stopped, "No need, no need, I don't drink."

Father Yang didn't force it either, "Then let's have some drinks." He looked at Su Xiulan's mother and son asking for advice, "What do you like to drink?"

Both mother and son said whatever they wanted.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter in a cheongsam came over, smiling and leading the way.Su Song looked at the bloody mouth on the waitress's face in horror, and felt that the make-up skills of a modern plastic surgery country are more advanced ==

There are big and small boxes upstairs, and a sign is pasted on the door of each box. Su Song looked all the way around, and there are "Qinyuanchun" and "Shui Tiao Getou", all of which have elegant names.The waitress took them into the "Youth Tour", where there was a large round table, woven rattan chairs, several paintings of calligraphy paintings on the wall, and even the lights in the box were octagonal palace lanterns full of ancient charm.

After they were seated, the boss came over to toast again, probably because Papa Yang had explained that the boss was also polite to them, and made Su Xiulan, who had been a public servant and a good teacher all his life, feel like he was on pins and needles.

"You go!" In the end, Father Yang couldn't see him and pushed him out of the door. He turned his head and explained to Su Xiulan embarrassingly: "My buddy just talks a lot, Mr. Su, don't take it to heart."

"It's okay." Su Xiulan waved her hands repeatedly.

Father Yang said again: "Today, my wife also wanted to come over to thank you, but she was not in good health, so I didn't let her come. She was at home and asked me to thank you very much." As he spoke, he sighed With a sigh of relief, "I know my son is not born to read. I used to be poor at home, but now I am capable. No matter what, I can't just watch my son have no books to read. Don't you think so?"

Su Xiulan nodded and said, "There is no harm in reading more books."

Father Yang empathized, "Yes, yes, I have been struggling in society for so many years, and I have suffered from low education before!" Changing the subject, he said, "It is thanks to you this time, I It’s just a businessman who smells like copper, he has nothing but money, and even if he wants to give gifts, he has no choice.”

As a people's teacher, Su Xiulan is still very noble. Hearing this, she was a little unhappy, and slightly accentuated her tone, "Gifts can't solve the problem fundamentally. The key is to look at the children."

"Yes, yes, you are right, I will discipline Yang Junzi well when I go back!"

Su Song silently shed tears of sympathy for Yang Xiaopang.