Airborne Learning God

Zheng Aiqing clutched the skirt of her chest tightly, frowning, and in just a few seconds, his face was like gold paper, his lips were purple, and he looked terribly tight.

She Jian ran over and turned the person lying on the ground over, only to find that the "suicide" was actually his own child, but before he could say anything, he saw the child clutching his chest in extreme pain.

"Little... kid, are you... are you okay, I..." She Jian was very panicked and didn't dare to disturb Zheng Aiqing. He was blinded for a while, and he was wandering wildly, so naturally he didn't bring a mobile phone with him. Now No way to call an ambulance.

In a daze, seeing She Jian's voice seemed to be around him, Zheng Aiqing didn't pay attention to it, he was in extreme pain now, his heart seemed to be squeezed repeatedly by a pair of invisible big hands, I don't know if it was a hallucination, Zheng Aiqing It seemed that he still tasted the rust in his own mouth.

Zheng Aiqing opened her mouth to ask She Jian to call 120 quickly, but as soon as she opened her mouth, there was a cough. She couldn't breathe at first, and the cough took away the little oxygen in her chest, and Zheng Aiqing's vision went black.

Looking at Zheng Aiqing who had bitten her lip unconsciously due to the pain, She Jian became extremely flustered, "My little friend, I don't have a mobile phone with me... Wait, I'll find someone to ask for help!" After finishing speaking, he stretched his neck and roared, " Help! Is there anyone? Call an ambulance!"

If Zheng Aiqing still had strength at this moment, he would definitely jump up and give She Jian a hard hammer.

What the hell, he has a mobile phone! It's in his trouser pocket! Take it!

Zheng Aiqing didn't know what happened after that, because he was in shock. Before losing consciousness, Zheng Aiqing was a little desperate. With She Jian's IQ, she probably wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.

……

"Rapid cardiac arrest, shortness of breath, frequent coughing, intermittent laryngeal wheezing, enlarged liver, distended jugular veins, and edema."

In the ambulance, the doctor was doing rescue for Zheng Aiqing.

After arriving at the hospital, seeing the closed door of the operating room and the three words [in operation] lit up, She gradually felt a little weak in her legs.

At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open again, and a male doctor wearing a mask came out, "Patient's family members signed." He took off the mask as he said, "Physical examination, electrocardiogram, X-ray film, echocardiogram, cardiovascular angiography , these patients have to come step by step, sign and pay the fee, you are the patient..."

She Jian is not from Zheng Aiqing's family, but fortunately this is the hospital where Zheng Aiqing's parents work.

"The parents of the patients inside are both doctors from this hospital. His father's name is Zheng Jingzhou, who seems to be the dean of your hospital. His mother's name is Cai Wen, who is the attending physician of Shenwai!" She Jian swallowed hard, "Doctor, you , please contact me, I don’t have a mobile phone with me.”

The doctor nodded and pushed open the door next to the operating room. After a while, Zheng Jingzhou came running out of breath, and explained to the doctor while signing, "The patient has cyanotic heart disease, mild heart failure, frequent arrhythmia, and is prone to pulmonary artery disease." High pressure, infective endocarditis."

After signing, the doctor walked into the operating room, while Zheng Jingzhou sat on the chair and remained silent.

She Jian was dumbfounded by this series of developments, "Uncle, little...he..."

There is an unwritten rule in the hospital that doctors and patients who are related to each other should not have surgical contact.

"Qingqing suffers from congenital heart disease. His mother was exposed to a lot of equipment radiation due to work reasons in the early pregnancy. Qingqing's disease can only be controlled externally with drugs, and there is no chance of radical surgery. But the bad news is that Qingqing Qing's illness still has the potential to worsen, and the chance is not small." Zheng Jingzhou wiped his face, "Your Aunt Wen is doing a routine checkup for your grandfather, and it's almost over, you can go and see your grandfather."

Frequent colds, repeated respiratory infections, prone to pneumonia, growth retardation, weight loss, sweating, coughing, occasional shortness of breath, easy fatigue, poor physical strength...

She Jian's hands trembled a little. He finally understood why he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw the child for the first time.

Oh, shit hit it off, obviously because the kid is a heart patient just like his grandpa!

"Mr. She's condition is very stable now, and his appetite has increased a little." Zheng Jingzhou babbled on about Mr. She's condition, as if he wanted to use this method to distract himself from his tense nerves, or he just wanted to give himself a psychological hint. a hope...

My child, like Mr. She, has heart disease. There is no reason why my child will lose to the disease.

When Cai Wen arrived with a tired body, she saw that She Jian was here, so she reluctantly smiled, "She Jian is also here, your grandfather has taken medicine and has fallen asleep, and his condition is stable, which is good for him." For post-operative treatment, if you go to visit, remember to be gentle."

She Jian nodded, but did not move. The three of them stood or stood silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the operating room was opened, a female doctor came out, and the three of them gathered together.

"It's out of danger, it's still the same old saying, try to avoid the patient's emotional agitation, reduce unnecessary stimulation, so as not to increase the burden on the heart, and eat a balanced diet with more vegetables to ensure the patient's stool is smooth. Then, Dean, remember to pay the fee After finishing speaking, the female doctor nodded to Zheng Jingzhou and Cai Wen, and left in a hurry.

Afterwards, doctors and nurses pushed Zheng Aiqing out, and She Jian followed everyone to the outside of Zheng Aiqing's temporary ward. He left after seeing that Zheng Aiqing was fine, and took the elevator upstairs to visit Mr. She.

She Jian didn't enter the room, and only watched through the glass at Old Man She who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

People are really incompetent and weak before illness.

She Jian put her hands on the glass, looked at the old man on the hospital bed in the house, and muttered to herself, "My lord, your grandson needs to study hard, and then he will enter our biomedical base to do research for the benefit of all mankind."

What decision She Jian made that night, Zheng Aiqing, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know anything about it, and then he spent the remaining two days of Qingming holiday in the hospital ward in a daze.

She Jian did come to visit Zheng Aiqing, but as long as Zheng Aiqing thought of who she owed her miserable appearance, she would itch with hatred.

During the Qingming Festival, they came to swim in the Haihe River, who has no brains to do this?!

And She Jian's explanation for this was that he saw repeated orders from the school on TV telling him not to go on a field trip, so he found a Kono for a swim.

"It's been a long time since I've been swimming, and my hands and feet are a little rusty. Halfway through my swim, my legs suddenly cramp. If I don't hurry up and grab something to go ashore, I should be the one on the news today." She Jian gave Zheng Aiqing a cut. Apple peel, "The headline of the news is Shocked! A college student in city t took a field trip on the night of Qingming Festival, suspected of committing suicide by throwing himself into a lake! Is this the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality!""

After finishing speaking, She Jian himself was the first to laugh hahaha, and the sharp fruit knife almost cut his finger because of it.

Zheng Aiqing had a pale and handsome face, without a hint of a smile.

She Jian smiled and was embarrassed to laugh again. After thinking about it, she explained which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted, "Don't be angry, kid, I... I didn't know you were so afraid of ghosts."

Speaking of this, Zheng Aiqing will be angry!

Damn it, She Jian killed himself, but in the end, nothing happened to him, and he, an innocent passer-by, was thrown into the operating room!

Heaven has no eyes!

On the last night of the Ching Ming Festival holiday, She Hang and Zhou Ruiqing returned home for the first time, and because of this, She Jian was called back to the She family's ancestral house, a huge manor, so big that you have to use a car to travel anywhere at home. .

The ancestral house, the ancestral house, logically speaking, there must be a large group of people living in this house, but this is not the case for the She family. Although most of the work of the men and women of the She family is in the country, many of them are academic, technical and so on. They all need to go abroad for exchange, negotiation, reference, and research development. Therefore, these workaholics and research freaks often run on both sides of the group abroad, and live near the center of the group. As a result, the ancestral home in the suburbs of China is less populated. Sparse, cold as a haunted house.

Because the seven aunts and eight aunts traveled both at home and abroad, She Jian often went abroad with Mr. She when she was a child. This is why his English is particularly good. After all, what is learned on paper is always shallow, and practice is the only way to get the truth. .

The She family has a lot of real estate, and the place where She Jian stayed most often when she was a child was a villa area in the city center. After all, in the days when Mr. She had not fully retired, she also needed to run the group from time to time. It was also there that She Jian met Jin Chuanpeng. Several people.

Today, when I returned to the manor that I hadn't set foot in for a few years, She Jian went to the back mountain of the manor first.

In ancient times, if a family gave birth to a girl, they would plant a camphor tree in front of the door. When the girl reached the age of marriage, the camphor tree had grown up. The matchmaker saw a camphor tree in the courtyard. , then I know I can come to propose marriage.When a girl gets married, the family will cut down the tree, make two big boxes, and put silk in them as her dowry, which means "two boxes of silk".

Of course, there was also a custom in ancient Jiangnan, that is, when a girl was born, a special wine was buried under a peach tree, and it was taken out to drink when the girl got married. This kind of wine is the earliest daughter red.

But for boys, it is much simpler and more straightforward. People who give birth to a boy will plant a beech tree in the yard, implying that the son will be able to win the imperial examination in the future.

Well, She Jian's grandfather's grandfather's father paid more attention to ancient etiquette, so for the convenience of planting trees, he bought the entire mountain behind the manor.

Rich people are so rich!

It is rare for She Jian to come to visit his own zelkova tree, plant it, and win the prize. The purpose of his trip is to get the "qi" of the zelkova tree, and bless him to study hard every day, get into a good university, and learn professional knowledge well. , so that he can enter his own research institute smoothly in the future.

Although the owner of the manor does not live here, there are quite a few servants here. They have never been lazy and take care of this silent and lonely ancestral house day after day.

It was rare for a family of three to have dinner together. During the dinner, She Hang, a busy person, still remembered that She Jian said that he was going to participate in the physics competition. He even asked a special question during the meal, which made She Jian's heart suffocate.

On the other hand, Zhou Ruiqing looked at She Jian for a long while, and suddenly said, as if sighing, "Our son has done a lot of dirty work."

She Jian was taken aback, but he didn't realize it, "It's better to be darker, and a darker complexion makes you look manly."

Zhou Ruiqing sneered, "All young people nowadays like fair skin."

"Your mother is right, the current aesthetics favor white skin." She Hang also followed suit, "However, it's true at a glance. I said, She Jian, why are you so dark? You don't follow me at all. Mom." He touched his chin again, and said to Zhou Ruiqing, "On the contrary, the boy Zheng Jingzhou's son is closer to our complexion."

When She Hang and Zhou Ruiqing went to visit Mr. She today, they also took a look at Zheng Aiqing by the way, and had a chat with two old friends of Zheng Jingzhou, Cai Wen.

She Jian at the dinner table held the rice bowl and fell into deep thought.

She Hang served Zhou Ruiqing a bowl of chicken soup, and suggested to She Jian, "She Jian, why don't dad recommend some skin care products for you, so we can whiten the skin too."

"Boys also need skin care. If you watch those popular male stars on TV, which one is not white? You are so dark, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future." Zhou Ruiqing sipped the chicken soup, "Nowadays, little girl, who is willing to find someone Big black cow, the wedding that your cousin attended last month, although it was of the same sex, but you have watched the video, how white are those two boys."

She Jian: "..."

Now, She Jian completely lost the desire to eat.

[The author has something to say]: Zheng Aiqing: I like darker ones.

(Abdo's new book "The Scumbag is Soft and Sweet" can be bookmarked if you like it. I will open it after this book is finished, probably in mid-to-late November)