Shen Sanquan came to the hospital specially today, and with him was Scar. This boss of the farmer's market could be considered an acquaintance with the old village chief. Seeing that Shen Wanyuan was alive and dead, he felt a little unhappy. , seeing that Shen Sanquan was coming, he followed him, holding a lot of fruits in his hands, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and exuding a strong aura of sloppiness all over his body.
Shen Wanyuan's condition has become more serious these days. In the morning, Wujin Gao sent someone to notify Shen Sanquan. The attending doctor has already said that the cancer cells are spreading very quickly, and the three months previously expected may have to be advanced. .
As soon as he walked into Shen Wanyuan's ward, he saw Xu Haiying holding the toilet with tears in her eyes and twitching. Shen Sanquan took a closer look and saw a dark pool of blood. Over there, Shen Tian was holding a toilet The rag gently wiped the corners of Shen Wanyuan's mouth.
"Uncle." Shen Sanquan walked in.
Scar threw the cigarette on the ground at the door, stepped on it hard, and followed him in, "Village Chief, I'm here to see you."
Shen Wanyuan's face turned pale, and he smiled with difficulty, "Three punches, hurry up, find a seat for Scar, you're so far away, you've got your heart."
"See what you said. By the way, is the old village chief feeling better?" Scar quickly found a chair and sat down against the hospital bed.
"Ahem, I can't die, I can't die." Shen Wanyuan coughed up a pool of blood again, looking extremely uncomfortable.
Shen Sanquan felt heartbroken after seeing him, what a good person he is, how can God be blind when he is suffering from such a terminal illness.
"Three punches, how is the village?" The poor old village chief was suffering from illness, but he still remembered Nangang Village in his heart.
Shen Sanquan smiled deliberately, "The village is doing well. By the way, the price of vegetables increased by another penny yesterday. The momentum is very good."
"That's good, that's good, cough cough"
"Uncle, stop talking and have a good rest."
"Rest?" Shen Wanyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, "There will be plenty of time to rest in the future. If I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." After saying this, the old man's face showed uncontrollable sadness.
Shen Sanquan was very unaccustomed to such occasions. He was a sentimental person, and what he couldn't bear the most was this kind of separation between life and death. Every word and every word spoken by Shen Wanyuan hammered into his heart like nails. .
While he was talking, Wujin Gao walked in. He had just gone to the attending doctor's office and asked about Shen Wanyuan's condition in detail. The answer he got made him extremely frustrated. The cancer cells in Shen Wanyuan's body were now gone. It's like fermented steamed buns. He almost vomits blood in the past few days. This is a bad omen. According to the doctor's unconservative estimate, Shen Wanyuan's life may be over in one month.
Wujin Gao couldn't accept this result, but he had to accept it. The so-called King of Hell told you to die at the third watch and did not dare to leave anyone until the fifth watch. Shen Wanyuan's life journey was already a certainty and there was no room for too much delay.
"Sanquan, I have something to tell your Uncle Shugen, please go out first." Shen Wanyuan looked at Shen Sanquan and said solemnly.
Shen Sanquan nodded and pulled Dao Scar out of the door together. As soon as Wujin Gao sat down, Shen Wanyuan immediately held his hands tightly, "Shugen, Sanquan's life is miserable."
Shen Sanquan came to the corridor of the hospital with Scar, took out a cigarette and lit it. The atmosphere in the ward was so depressing that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Third brother, don't be sad. We all have such a day. The old village chief is suffering from such a bad disease. It might be a relief to get rid of him early. I feel very sad to see him like this." Scar comforted Shen Sanquan.
"You're right, it's just that it makes me uncomfortable."
"I understand, just be more open-minded."
"Hey" Shen Sanquan sighed heavily, and then smoked the cigarette vigorously, as if he wanted to suck out all the suffocation in his heart.
Zhang Dahong came out of the ward and took Zhang Yi out. The hospitalization arrangements for Lao Ma and Lao Liu had been arranged. Both of them were seriously injured. At first, they were unwilling to stay in the hospital. They said it was a waste of money. Zhang Dahong was angry. He said that the two of you ended up like this because of the coal washing plant. If you don't stay in the hospital and observe me carefully, you just look down on me, Zhang Dahong. The two of them had no choice but to agree to stay. Zhang Yi just dislocated his arm and hung it with a bandage for a few days. Anti-inflammatory and swelling medicine should be fine.
Zhang Dahong raised his head and saw Shen Sanquan at a glance. He was still wondering if this was God's will and Shen Sanquan was Zhang Dahong's lucky star?
Zhang Dahong didn't think much and walked over, "Three punches."
"Uncle Zhang, why are you here?"
"It's hard to explain, something happened at the coal washing plant." Zhang Dahong had no intention of hiding it from Shen Sanquan. Although Shen Sanquan didn't agree when he asked him for help for the first time, Zhang Dahong decided to pay three visits to the thatched cottage. Even if he failed again this time, he would do well. I have made some preparations for the next time, anyway, it’s just a little bit, you have to help Shen Sanquan with this, otherwise the Dahong Coal Washing Plant will be finished.
Shen Sanquan frowned, "Is someone going to cause trouble again? Or is it blocking the car?"
"I didn't stop the car, but they just came to my door and injured several of my workers. Even my daughter was injured." When Zhang Dahong talked about Zhang Yi, his tone was a little cold. You can imagine the anger in his heart.
Shen Sanquan looked at Zhang Yi next to him, the marks on his face were still there, and it was really unbearable to hang his arms. These bastards went too far, and they would do something to such an innocent and cute little girl.
"Your daughter Zhang Yi?" Shen Sanquan asked, looking at the little girl.
"This is my daughter. Those beasts are simply not human. By the way, Sanquan, you two knew each other before." After saying that, he looked at his daughter again, "Xiaoyi, you don't remember. Sanquan was still in our factory before. I did something, and if you think about it, it was seven or eight years ago."
"After the next year, it should be nine years ago." Shen Sanquan said.
"I have a bit of an impression." Zhang Yi lowered her head slightly and said. The little girl is not good at talking and is a bit shy. Nine years ago, when Shen Sanquan was a child laborer, Zhang Yi knew him. It was only in 1989. The appearance of boys and girls changes so quickly over time. If Zhang Dahong had not mentioned it now, they would probably not be able to recognize each other even if they were walking on the road.
Shen Sanquan looked at Zhang Yi quietly, his thoughts drifting into the distance.
On a hot afternoon nine years ago, a single and weak young man held a shovel in both hands and worked continuously in the high temperature. The sun was very poisonous, but for the sake of his family's livelihood, he had to endure this damn weather and pretend, Loading an extra cart of coal means one penny more. Thinking about how he appeared in front of his grandma with the money and a smile on his face, this young man worked extremely hard, as if he had endless energy.
Thirty meters away is the office of the coal washing plant. At this time, there is an eleven or twelve-year-old girl holding her cheek and looking at the coal pile from a distance. She is thinking in her heart, why does this stubborn young man have to work so hard? , isn’t he afraid of heat?
After shoveling a few shovels of coal, the boy would pull his sweat-soaked sweatshirt and wipe it on his face twice. The sweat was pouring down like rain. It was no exaggeration. The weather was 37 or 8 degrees, plus the reflection of the sun from the coal pile.
, this place is simply a mountain of flames.
The little girl was still watching quietly, thinking, but she just didn't understand what the boy was thinking.
"Selling popsicles, sesame ice cream, mung bean ice bricks," the popsicle vendor kept shouting outside the coal washing plant.
Once, twice, the sound gradually faded away.
The little girl saw the boy raise his head and keep looking outside, and finally buried his head and continued shoveling coal.
The girl seemed to realize something and hurried to the door, shouting loudly, "Uncle, I want to buy popsicles."
Seeing that there was business, the peddler came quickly and asked, "Little girl, what do you want to buy?"
"Two popsicles, mung bean ones."
"Two cents a piece, take it."
"Uncle, here's the money for you." After paying, the little girl quickly ran to the boy and handed the popsicle over, "Here you go."
The young man raised his head, his eyes a little determined, shook his head, and continued shoveling coal.
The girl became a little anxious and said again, "Here's some food for you, take it." Her tone was unquestionable.
Swallowing heavily, the boy finally stretched out his dirty coal-shoveling hands and took it. The girl smiled and quietly walked back to the office alone. She continued to hold her chin and watch the boy gobble it up.
I usually eat all the popsicles and then work hard again.
The girl seemed stunned, but she didn't know that the popsicle in her hand had already melted into water, and flowed everywhere like tears that touched the world.
The girl's father got off work and took the girl with him. When they passed by the boy, the girl blinked her big and moving eyes and said seriously: "Dad, what's his name?"
The middle-aged man smiled, gently pinched the girl's face, and said, "My dear daughter, his name is Shen Sanquan, and he is a good boy."
Shen Sanquan, from that moment on, the girl will remember this name forever.dd