Li Wenjun waited for Li Changming to enter the operating room, then called his family to tell them that they had arrived.
Gu Zhanyan's voice was trembling as he said, "Mom insisted on coming to the city, and she refused to wait for tomorrow's train. She had to come by car today. When Tao Guangming saw this, he said he might as well drive them here. He wanted to anyway.
Come and check on the situation. Dongmei has already asked for leave and is accompanying her mother in Tao Guangming's car. She will arrive in two hours."
Li Wenjun also knew that if Liu Cuihong stayed at home, she would feel restless and distraught.
He replied: "It's okay, I just came over. Anyway, my mother is about to have a re-examination. She has finished taking the medicine she got last time. She is watching here and is not that worried."
Gu Zhanyan was silent for a moment and asked, "Are you injured?"
Li Wenjun knew that a few hours had passed, and those who escaped from the mine must have described the thrilling scene to those around them. Now the whole mine knew about it.
Gu Zhanyan must have heard a lot.
Li Wenjun said: "I'm just a little scratched, it's okay, don't worry. You and Ji Rushi have been at home alone for the past two days. It's not safe. Why don't you ask Ji Rushi to come to our house to be with you? If
If you still think it’s not enough, you can call Tailor Ji here too.”
Gu Zhanyan said: "Yes, Tao Guangming made an explanation when he left. Don't worry, don't worry about us, just take good care of dad."
Li Wenjun hurriedly hung up the phone and made another call back to the factory.
Zhao Lin and the others must have been waiting by the phone. When the phone rang, he immediately picked it up.
"Master Jun, are you okay?" Zhao Lin's voice was not much better than Gu Zhanyan's.
Li Wenjun said: "Fortunately, I have a few bruises. My father's legs and my brother's head were injured. I am now in the Municipal People's Hospital. The factory will be looking to you for a while."
As the Chinese New Year approaches, there are not as many orders as before. Now the factory basically completes the previous tasks and then collects payment and ships the goods.
So Li Wenjun didn't have anything to worry about. He was just afraid that Zhao Lin and the others were worried about him, so he called back.
Zhao Lin replied: "Don't worry, there are a few of us here in the factory. If we encounter a problem that cannot be solved, we will call you again."
Li Wenjun said: "Okay, I need to trouble Comrade Chen Zichen to keep an eye on the carpentry workshop."
Chen Zichen's voice immediately came over the phone: "Don't worry, take good care of my master. How is my master?"
Li Wenjun replied: "Still undergoing surgery."
Chen Zichen was silent for a moment and said: "My master has come out of the operating room. Please call me and tell me the situation."
Li Wenjun knew that Li Changming was as kind to Chen Zichen as Bole was to a thousand-mile horse, and King Wen was to Jiang Ziya.
"Don't worry, I'll call you back when I'm free. If it's night, I'll call you at home."
Chen Zichen said: "Okay, okay, thank you. Please help me take good care of the master."
Li Wenjun hurriedly hung up the phone and went to the bathroom.
The man in the mirror was indeed the man who had just escaped from the hands of the Lord of Hell. His face was covered with mud and blood. No wonder everyone who passed by just looked at him with horrified eyes.
Li Wenjun hurriedly cleaned himself up, washed the mud on his hands, face and head, went through the admission procedures, and then returned to the door of the operating room.
Li Wenyong sat on a chair by the wall with his eyes closed, leaning his head against the wall. He didn't know if he fell asleep.
Li Wenjun sat down heavily next to him. In fact, his physical strength had been exhausted a long time ago, but there was a string in his mind that he didn't dare to relax, so he didn't feel tired.
Now when I sit down, all the energy in my body seems to have been drained away.
It's so tiring to race against death.
"I'm sorry." Li Wenyong suddenly lowered his head, holding his hair with both hands, and said painfully.
Li Wenjun patted his shoulder: "Don't blame yourself too much. Do you believe in fate? You will always have to experience this disaster in your life. Fortunately, you escaped."
He tried to let Li Changming and Li Wenyong escape the day of the earthquake, but in the end they still ventured into the tunnel.
If he hadn't owned a jeep and raced against time with his black stripes, they would have been trapped in the mountain just like Li Wenjun before his rebirth.
Li Wenyong put down his hand: "If something happens to my father, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Li Wenjun was very flustered when he heard what he said, and murmured: "No, dad is a good man and has good fortune, so he won't be like this..."
He added: "It's all over, look forward, don't look back, as long as you don't take any more risks in the future. You have to understand that your life is not yours alone. You had us before, you still have Dongmei now, and there will be more in the future."
You have children. Your safety is related to the whole family."
Li Wenyong nodded slightly: "Yes."
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Li Wenjun stared at the door of the operating room. For some reason, he seemed to be back in the cave again. The cave would never end, and it was cold, wet, and dark. Suddenly, he was covered with mud and stones, and he couldn't move. His mother shook him.
Looking at his body, he called sadly: "Junjun."
Someone else said: "Stop calling him and let him sleep for a while. He is too tired."
Li Wenjun realized that he had fallen asleep, woke up from his dream, raised his head and met his mother's red, swollen and anxious eyes.
"Mom, you're here." He quickly stood up.
Liu Cuihong took his hand and sat down without speaking.
Her hands were so cold that Li Wenjun shuddered.
Li Wenjun comforted her: "Don't be afraid, you are not afraid now that you are here. Dean Cao is very skilled. Uncle Liu was cured by him last time, and he is as good now as before he was injured."
Liu Cuihong nodded, took a deep breath, and stared at the door of the operating room.
Li Wenjun turned around to see Li Wenyong but didn't see him, and asked Liu Cuihong: "Where's my brother?"
Liu Cuihong was too nervous, and he was afraid that something would go wrong, so he deliberately diverted her attention.
Liu Cuihong stared at the door and replied: "The wound on your brother's head was treated relatively easily just now. Dongmei took him to have it treated again."
Li Wenjun replied: "This is the best."
Liu Cuihong suddenly burst into tears: "Junjun, I'm afraid... I'm so afraid that your father will have some ups and downs."
Li Wenjun hurriedly put his arm around her shoulders: "Don't worry, dad only injured his leg, not his internal organs or head. His life is not in danger. The worst case scenario is that he will have to use crutches in the future."
In fact, these optimistic words were just used by him to comfort Liu Cuihong.
He knew very well that even if the operation was successful, there might be chances of poor recovery, infection, amputation, or even death from complications.
Tao Guangming came in from outside and picked up several aluminum lunch boxes and kettles.
Li Wenjun looked at his watch and saw that it was already past dinner time. He hadn't eaten lunch or dinner, so no wonder he didn't have any strength at all.
Tao Guangming stretched out the lunch box in front of him: "Eat some."
