Hong Zhigang returned to the hospital. At the entrance of the ICU and the waiting area for family members, a familiar face was waiting. Hong Zhigang’s lips trembled. Han Jiangong stood up slowly and smiled: "Brother---"
The two spoke for the first time in fifteen years, and Han Jiangong seemed as if the fifteen-year gap did not exist.
"Jiangong---junior brother." Hong Zhigang was not used to it.
The door of the ICU opened, and Professor Zhang stood at the door: "Zhigang is also here. Come in, both of you. He is still in good condition. He wants to see you two."
There will be an operation tomorrow, and the entire hospital has received the news. Everyone knows how dangerous this operation is, and everyone knows that Professor Feng himself was used as a test subject on the operating table.
Many doctors contacted each other spontaneously on WeChat and gathered in the family waiting area at the entrance of the ICU. The ICU was not allowed to go in, so everyone could only wait at the door.
"Dean Chen, everyone wants to see Professor Feng in the visiting corridor." Director Peng looked at more and more people gathering together.
This was the last time he saw this orthopedic expert. Dean Chen sighed: "Communicate with the ICU and open the visiting corridor for everyone to see."
There are more and more people in the waiting area for family members. The doctors of our hospital, those who are studying for doctorates, masters, regular trainees, and advanced students, there is no noise or discussion, they just wait quietly.
Among these people, there are also poor students from mountainous areas who have received donations from Professor Feng.
"How are the arrangements in the operating room?" Dean Chen's throat was a little hoarse.
Director Peng reported: "The arrangements have been made, the equipment has been prepared, Dr. Yang is the surgeon, Professor Hong and Professor Han are the assistants, and the nurses are also very capable."
"Well, just in case - has the hospital office made arrangements?" Dean Chen asked worriedly.
Director Deng in the office looked up: "Everything is ready."
"I have canceled all meetings tomorrow. I have to wait in the dressing room of the operating room." Dean Chen's eyes were red.
There are more and more people, and the family waiting area can no longer be crowded.
"Why are there so many people?" Dean Chen saw many unfamiliar faces.
"I didn't send a message. This was all received spontaneously from other news. Ever since Mr. Feng's condition worsened, dozens of Mr. Feng's students have returned urgently from abroad. Since visits are not allowed, everyone wants to watch in the corridor.
At a glance, the hospital office arranged for a special person to receive you." Director Deng was also surprised at how there were so many people.
"There are still people downstairs. Many of Mr. Feng's former patients know about it, and many of them have come here." Director Peng said.
"Old man, I have lived with countless people and educated countless people in my life. I am afraid this is the last time we see each other, so---" Dean Chen's voice was choked with sobs.
Han Jiangong and Hong Zhigang put on isolation gowns, masks and hats, and under the guidance of Professor Zhang, came to Professor Feng's single intensive care unit. Professor Feng was lying on the bed and heard footsteps.
"Is it meritorious service?" The voice was weak and feeble.
"Zhigang is here too." Professor Zhang told Professor Feng.
Han Jiangong slowly walked over, knelt in front of the bed, and held his mentor's hand with both hands: "It's me, Jiangong---"
"Coming?" Professor Feng's hand suddenly became strong and grabbed Han Jiangong's hand.
Two tears flowed out of his eyes and then rolled over his whole cheek. Professor Feng wanted to sit up, but he couldn't.
"Are you okay?" Professor Feng's hands were shaking.
It has been fifteen years. In the past fifteen years, the master and the apprentice have reunited in this way. Although they are not separated by the ends of the earth in these fifteen years, they have never been able to see each other.
"Teacher, Jiangong is very good, don't worry." Tears burst into Han Jiangong's eyes.
Professor Feng sighed: "Do you still hate the teacher?"
"How could it be? I have never hated the teacher." Han Jiangong let the teacher's hand touch his face.
"Does it still hurt?" Professor Feng asked distressedly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Han Jiangong burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Jiangong, teacher, I'm sorry for you." Professor Feng's trembling hand grabbed Han Jiangong's hand again.
"Don't say that, teacher, you have not sorry for me, and neither have you. I have never hated you." Han Jiangong's vision was blurred by tears.
Professor Feng looked up at the ceiling. Fifteen years have passed. He is already in his final years, and his two students are also in their fifties.
"Jiangong, my teacher never believed that you would do that kind of thing. Then I thought about it. After thinking about it, you should have known about the relationship between Zhigang and me, so you went along with the flow and sacrificed yourself to help him, right? Teacher wants to
A word of truth." Professor Feng finished speaking vigorously.
"Actually, Zhigang is more suitable to be the department director than me. Now the Department of Orthopedics is flourishing in his hands and ranks among the top three in the country." Han Jiangong did not answer directly.
"I finally know the answer, thank you." Professor Feng choked with sobs.
"Zhigang, come here."
Hong Zhigang also knelt in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to his mentor, father.
Professor Feng put his hand together with Han Jiangong's: "Say sorry to Jiangong, I want to hear it---"
"I'm sorry, Jiangong!" Hong Zhigang didn't care about anything at this time.
"Well, I also want to tell you, I'm sorry, really, Zhigang, I'm sorry---" Professor Feng's face was covered with tears.
"That was fifty years ago, when I went to the mountains and countryside, I was arranged to go to the hospital in your town, Huzhou, where I met your mother. She was a beautiful woman, and we fell in love. But, you know, because of the special
The reason is that your mother has never been able to marry into my family, and I can't fulfill the promise I made back then---I didn't know she was pregnant, I didn't know---"
"So you have never been married in your life?" Zhigang asked.
"Except for her, I will never love anyone else." Professor Feng sighed.
"Later I went to Huzhou. Hong Xue had passed away. She had heart problems. After giving birth to you, she couldn't survive. She died on the third day and you became an orphan. But she was pregnant. Why didn't she come to me and write
The letter told me that she was ready to get married and start a family, and asked me to forget about this relationship and find a suitable marriage. I went to see her, but your uncle didn’t tell me that she had given birth to a child---"
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"Later, when you were admitted to the Second Medical University in Shanghai, and when you were about to graduate for internship, your uncle got lung cancer and didn't have much time left. He came to see me in Shanghai and asked me to take care of you. That's when I vaguely doubted your identity. You
You look a bit like Hong Xue. I had no doubts at the time and thought you were my uncle's son. It was not strange that you looked like Hong Xue. Many years later, during your physical examination, I secretly took a blood sample and made an identification. Finally, I understood.
You are my and Hong Xue's child. Your uncle raised you because Hong Xue had a last wish not to disturb my life and never to mention this matter. Your uncle never mentioned this matter until his death."
Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong almost lay beside the bed, sobbing.
Han Jiangong recalled that when he was young, his mentor was not only rigorous in his studies, but also often secretly gave money to two people, often supported them in daily life, and taught them hands-on on the operating table.
There was once a patient with a spinal tumor that invaded the aorta. The teacher chased him to the train station and used the train station's broadcast to pull the patient back and send him to the operating table.
At that time, the patient was pushed onto the operating table. His aorta was on the verge of rupture, and he was still one step away from rupturing and dying.
Even at the last moment of his life, the teacher thought about making himself an experimental subject. After the operation failed, he conducted pathological anatomy research and accumulated experience for the younger generation. He dedicated his life to medicine, and finally dedicated his body to medicine.<
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"Zhigang, call me dad!" Professor Zhang reminded Hong Zhigang softly.
"Dad---I don't blame you---" Hong Zhigang sobbed.
"Listen---" Professor Feng took a deep breath.
"Come in!" Professor Zhang now lets some doctors in who were blocked by Professor Zhang.
Hong Zhigang, Han Jiangong, ICU doctors and nurses, and a group of young doctors stood beside the bed. These were Professor Feng's last words.
"First, no matter how risky it is, even if the success rate is zero, the operation must be done. Second, pathological dissection of the corpse will be done afterwards, and in-depth and extensive research on this type of tumors will be done to accumulate experience and make breakthroughs. Third, keep things simple after death and not be extravagant.
, run by Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong. Fourth, there is a manuscript in the study, a summary of a lifetime of clinical experience. See if it is valuable, and hope to compile it into a book. Fifth, I have not saved much in my life, and I have 84,000 yuan in bank deposits.
All the money was donated to the School of Medicine of Jiaotong University. 6. Although the house is old, it is quite valuable. The cash received after the sale was divided into two parts, with Zhigang and Jiangong each getting one. 7. There is also a patient follow-up record book in the study, which records a
The paralyzed patient was a paralyzed patient when I had just performed surgery for scoliosis. The patient was paralyzed after the operation. He has always felt guilty. Zhigang continued to follow up and visit every year. With the development of medicine in the future, if it can be cured, he will be taken to the hospital for treatment. The expenses will be borne by Zhigang.
When it comes to house payment expenses, remember not to violate the above."
Professor Zhang was recording on the side. After finishing speaking, Professor Feng waved his hand: Arrange the operation as soon as possible. Although there are many regrets in this life, I think I have given my best, so let’s go our separate ways.
Across the glass, many people have gathered in the visiting corridor. They are all PhDs, masters, regular trainees, and advanced students in Moliu, students of Mr. Feng who came from various places, and students who rushed back from abroad. Some of these people
Wearing a white coat on purpose---
Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong stood at attention and bowed deeply to their mentor. Perhaps this was really the last farewell.
In the ward and in the corridor, everyone followed and bowed deeply.
There was silence inside and outside the ICU ward.