Congenital deficiency

As soon as Lin Shu finished speaking, the door of the emergency room opened, and the person who had just been sent in still had his eyes closed, and was sent out with a needle in his hand.

Hong Zhuo strode forward, staring closely at the abnormal red face of the other party.

Among the several doctors, the oldest one stood up at this time, stepped forward to stop Hongzhuo, and said softly: "The patient needs to rest. Mr. Hong, please come with me."

Only then did Hong Zhuo look away, and followed behind the doctor with a sullen face.

"Mr. Hong," the doctor seriously opened the case file named "Zhang Daiqiu" in the system, pulled off the mask, and said carefully: "The patient has acute gastritis, and the cause is not particularly certain at present, but the patient has no food in his stomach. Rule out food poisoning."

Hong Zhuo listened, and took over the conversation: "He hasn't eaten for two days. He has eaten very little recently."

"How long has it been recently? What has the patient eaten?" the doctor asked.

Hongzhuo's face was not very good-looking, if he hadn't heard the people in the house say, he might not believe it: "less than a month, bread and milk."

"anything else?"

"……there is none left."

The doctor's face was also a little ugly.

But Hongzhuo didn't finish his sentence: "In addition to milk and bread, he will vomit when he eats anything else, but since last night, he will also vomit when he eats milk and bread..."

"Has the patient ever had this condition before?"

Hong Zhuo is not clear about this.He made a phone call directly, and asked clearly in a few sentences: "No. Everything was normal before."

"..." The doctor was speechless for a while, and almost suspected that Hong Zhuo had mistreated his patient: "That is to say, since you picked him up last month, Mr. Hong, he hasn't had a full meal?"

The face of the doctor who is over half a century old is so dark that it is no different from that of Hong Zhuo.Since he was studying medicine, he has respected life, and it is the worst thing to see such a thing that does not take health seriously. Even if standing in front of him is the shareholder of the hospital, the owner of the Hong family, he unceremoniously accused: "You Is this how you take care of heart patients? Supporting milk and bread for a month, and starving for a few days... No matter how hard you are, you can’t stand such a torment!”

It seemed that it was not enough to relieve his anger, so he hurriedly added: "The Hong family doesn't send such a young man for such a meal, right?"

Hongzhuo's hand firmly clenched the armrest of the seat. Although few people have been able to insult him like this over the years, he couldn't refute it now.After a few deep breaths, he only asked, "How is Zhang Daiqiu?"

The doctor said angrily: "I can't die." Seeing that Hongzhuo was on the verge of losing his composure by his agitation, the doctor sneered in his heart: "The situation is not very good. He has a very large ulcer in his stomach, but he eats other things too." No, I can only hang the bottle first to subdue the inflammation, and then I will show him what to eat after he wakes up." The doctor said, typing on the keyboard, and after typing a line, he glanced at Hong Zhuo behind the desk and thought about it. I would like to add another sentence: "The patient's physical condition is very poor. His physical indicators are ugly, and he can't stand a little trouble. I also hope that the person Mr. Hong hired to take care of him can give him a little help."

After the doctor finished speaking, he stopped looking at him and planned the treatment plan by himself.It's just that he can't figure it out, according to Hong's ability, if he wants to kill a person, how easy is it, why is it so?If you want to take care of someone, as long as you have a little treat, why can't you do it?

After leaving the doctor's office, Hong Zhuo said to Xiao Zhengping who rushed over, "Call Qian Bo back."

When Qian Bo heard about it, he hurried over from home, and within two hours he showed up in the hospital, outside Hong Lingyu's ward.

At this time, Hong Zhuo was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his eyes fell on the back of Hong Lingyu's hand where the needle had been pricked.The other party's skin is very fair, and he is also very thin. Under the fair skin, the blood vessels on the back of the hand are clearly visible.Through the thin layer of skin, one can even clearly see a small bulge under the blood vessel, obviously propped up by the needle.Following the skinny and almost skinny arms, Hong Zhuo looked up all the way and landed on Hong Lingyu's face.

This is the second time he observed the face of "Zhang Daiqiu" so clearly.Recalling the time in Liangcheng, when he went to bring the person back in person, the other person's face was still a little fleshy at that time. Although he was also thin, his cheeks were sunken and bony.

Hongzhuo suddenly realizes that he seems to ignore the other party too much.When he brought the man back, he more or less put some regrets in it, and wanted this man to have nothing to do, to live comfortably for the rest of his life, and to be healthy, so that he could live a good life for Hong Lingyu.

But it has only been a long time since the other party came to him, and he has already become what he is now.What is wrong with this?Where did the problem go wrong?

Hongzhuo went over the things after he brought him back one by one, and when he was done, Qian Bo just rushed out of the ward.Qian Bo had a phone call with Lin Shu on the way here, and he probably understood the situation, so he didn't dare to knock on the door rashly, so he stood quietly outside the door.

Not long after, Hong Zhuo got up from the hospital bed and walked out, glanced at Qian Bo with a slightly cold gaze, and walked towards a place farther from the door.

Chamber quickly followed.

Hong Zhuo stretched out his hand and pushed open the window in the corridor, looked out the window, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.He doesn't usually smoke very much, and he only lights one up when he is restless.

When Qian Bo saw him lighting a cigarette, he knew in his heart that this matter might not be solved simply.

Hong Zhuo shook off the ashes, and first reported a few names, including the cook and the Filipino maid who refused to help Hong Lingyu go out to buy food that day, and Lin Shu who just replaced Qian Bo for a day.Then Hong Zhuo said: "These people, get out. Tell them not to appear in front of my eyes in the future."

Chamber quickly wrote it down and nodded.

The two bodyguards who were in charge of guarding the gate that day, and the driver who had also rejected Hong Lingyu, "let them see the pier in the western suburbs of five years." About once every three months.Let these few watch the pier, probably to see if God will let them live.If Mingda survives, he will be free after five years.

As for the Hong family's house, it was cleaned up and down, and anyone who had privately despised or talked about Hong Lingyu and Zhang Daiqiu was all driven out.

After dealing with the person who should be dealt with, Hongzhuo's cigarette burned out, he crushed the cigarette butt, tilted his cold and hard jaw, and shouted: "Uncle Chamber."

Qian Bo's hand holding the pen suddenly trembled.

"Qian Bo is getting old, it's time to enjoy the blessings." Hongzhuo threw away the cigarette butt, turned and walked back to the ward, "Today we will let Qian Gujun come to the main house."

Qian Gujun is Qian Bo's son, who has been studying abroad these years, majoring in hotel management, and plans to work in a company under Hong's name in the future.The original plan was for him to work for a few years after graduation, and then to take over the work of Chamberlain in Hong's old house when he matured and settled down.

Now it's just ahead of schedule.He himself has dereliction of duty, and the Patriarch is benevolent enough to him.

But it was not until the list was sorted out a few days later that Chamber finally realized how serious his dereliction of duty was.

In the ward, the hospital was equipped with the best conditions and medicines. Even so, Hong Lingyu's high fever could only be reduced to a low-grade fever in the evening of the next day.

And the bigger problem is, for some reason, Hong Lingyu can't wake up, can't eat independently, and can only inject.In less than two days, the back of Hong Lingyu's right hand was all pierced with needle holes, and there was no free space. In order to avoid the same situation in her left hand, she finally replaced her left hand with an indwelling needle.

People who close their eyes tightly will not show fear of Hongzhuo, he is so thin and quiet, very much like Hong Lingyu in memory.

When Hong Zhuo raised his head from the tablet in front of him, what he saw was half of the other party's forehead soaked in the sun, and his eyelashes cast a little shadow.The sheets of the hospital bed were all white, and there was a halo in the sunlight, and Hong Lingyu, who was lying peacefully on the bed, was surrounded by this white halo, and she felt a sense of holiness that was not like a human being.

Hong Zhuo watched, his gaze gradually sunken.

Suddenly, the person on the bed frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and two lines of teardrops flowed silently down the side of his face, slipped down his hair, and disappeared without a trace.

Hong Zhuo felt his heart twitch when he saw it, put down the tablet, walked over softly, stretched out his long arms to take a tissue from the bedside, and wanted to wipe the person on the bed, but when he got closer, he saw that the teardrops on the other side seemed like The broken string of pearls, one after another, quiet but extraordinarily turbulent.

But his expression was clearly so calm, and there was no struggle or crying.

Looking at this scene, Hong Zhuo felt as if something had penetrated into his chest and grabbed his heart.

What did he dream about?

It's a pity that the sleeping person couldn't give him an answer.

At this time, Hong Lingyu was deeply in a nightmare. In the dream, he first returned to the orphanage where he was abandoned and took him in.

There are more than 100 orphans in the orphanage, where he grew up from two years old to five years old, and the responses of those who were abandoned in the corner of the years while growing up were all repeated.In the past three years, he has watched all kinds of families come and go, the takeaways and the newcomers come and go, and there have been couples who seemed patient and gentle once talked to him, but they just glanced at each other and shook their heads. Shaking his head, he went to see the next child.

Every new child who comes to the orphanage will get a polar bear doll, and when they leave, they will take it to their new home together.But his North Pole has long been snatched away by other children, not only polar bears, but sometimes, the kid in the next bed will snatch his food and secretly bite his quilt with his teeth while he is sleeping, like A savage animal.In the orphanage, all the children had friends, but he didn't.

Every afternoon from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], when the children in the orphanage flock to play in the sandpit at the back of the yard, only he can only be with the sand forever.

Seeing that he was always silent, a child threw sand on him, and the fine sand hit his face in the wind and flew into his eyes. He blinked and shed tears in the wind.

This was the first time he cried when he came to the orphanage.

He grew up alone until he was five years old. He always kept his eyes open and watched curiously for everything that happened in front of his eyes.But just looking at it, his little congenital head couldn't understand it.

Now that Zhang Daiqiu's body was changed, Hong Lingyu suddenly opened his eyes. Recalling all this, her throat was inexplicably congested, and her heart was stuffy. He shed tears in his dream more than ten years later.