Looking at the old man on the hospital bed, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No matter how glorious this man was when he was young, he will eventually return to the earth when he gets old. There are countless generals with great martial arts skills buried in Babao Mountain. Now they can only accept this.
Flowers and incense for future generations.
Zhuang Rui looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw that Song Jun was chatting in a low voice with the doctor in the room, probably discussing the old man's condition. He didn't notice him, and quickly turned his face to the side of the doctor on the hospital bed.
Old man, release the aura in your eyes.
Since Zhuang Rui didn't know what was wrong with the old man, he didn't have any specific intention. He just spread the spiritual energy from the old man's chest and abdomen in a large amount. The old man's body was like a bottomless pit. Zhuang Rui
As soon as Rui's spiritual energy penetrated into his skin, it disappeared without a trace.
"Brother Zhuang, you have this kind of heart, and I understand it. Life, old age, illness and death are also human nature..."
When Zhuang Rui turned around, Song Jun saw him before he could wipe the tears on his face. Seeing Zhuang Rui's sad look, Song Jun also had tears in his eyes and took out a tissue and handed it to Zhuang Rui.
Rui, but the performance of Zhuang Rui made Song Jun very satisfied. This is the kind of friend he can make.
"Grandma, brother, why do you always burst into tears every time you do something good? And you are really like Uncle Lei Feng, you can't leave a name for your good deeds..."
After hearing Song Jun's words, Zhuang Rui not only shed tears in his eyes, but also felt aggrieved and wanted to cry in his heart. The old man was so ill that Zhuang Rui almost exhausted the spiritual energy in his eyes. It would take several days to recover.
Time, if it weren't for the sake of Song Jun's face and the good relationship with the Song family and the Ouyang family, Zhuang Rui would not care about such noisy matters.
"Brother Song, I am also thinking of my old man. Maybe it will be like this one day. Alas, I don't want to see the old man suffer. Brother Song, I will leave first. My grandpa said that he will come to see Grandpa Song in the next few days.
..." Zhuang Rui found an excuse for himself. Grandpa Song was not his relative, so why was he crying so sadly.
Zhuang Rui didn't know when this spiritual energy would take effect. It would be better for him to sneak away first. Even if Mr. Song's health improved later, no one would be able to suspect him. After all, he only looked through the glass for a minute. Even if it was
Those who write novels do not have such rich imaginations.
More than five hours after Zhuang Rui left, it was already dark outside. Today it was Song Jun's turn to take care of the old man, so after eating a meal sent by the hospital, he chatted with the doctor every sentence.
.
At this time, the sleeping old man Song suddenly dreamed of the war scenes half a century ago, the hardships of climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, the familiar faces of his comrades, and the battle scenes he would face.
When the bayonet penetrated the little Japanese's body, the ferocious face was clearly visible. This scene flashed past his eyes like a movie.
"Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!"
Mr. Song, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly raised his hands and made a stabbing motion. The movements were so big that he pushed open the oxygen tube inserted into his nostrils. The little nurse sitting beside him was so frightened that he quickly stood up and walked away.
to bed.
"grandfather!"
Song Jun, who was guarding outside, heard the old man's voice and didn't care about disinfection. He pushed open the door and rushed in. He was afraid that the old man would have a flashback when he was dying. When he rushed to the bedside of the old man,
, pressed the button of the tape recorder placed by the bedside with his hand. It was said that the old man relied on this thing when he dictated his memoirs a year ago.
"Xiaojun, you kid, why are you crying? Grandpa has been on the battlefield all his life. Many of his old friends are gone long ago. Grandpa's death is worth it now. The men of the Song family bleed but don't shed tears. Don't cry..."
In his life, Mr. Song has seen too many separations between life and death. The eyes of his comrades he has closed with his own hands are too numerous to count. He also doubts whether the scene he just dreamed about is a reflection of the past, but the old man is still
He was very calm, and the majesty of the past reappeared on his face.
"grandfather!"
Song Jun was so sobbing that he could not speak. He knelt on the bedside of the old man's bed and cried loudly. He looked like a child who had been wronged and complained to an adult. Who said that a man would not shed tears easily?
Just because I haven’t reached the point of sadness yet.
"Grandpa, do you have anything else to explain?"
Song Jun put the recorder on the old man's bedside and pushed it. During this period, the old man was awake and unconscious, and his speech was intermittent. Song Jun wanted to say everything he needed to say while the old man was awake, so as not to leave anything behind.
Pity.
"No, your grandpa's life is worth it. After he dies, he can cover me with a party flag and an army flag, and he can bury me next to my old friends..."
The old man didn't realize that he was speaking more and more confidently, and he would never have been able to speak such complete words without oxygen in the past.
But even if he finds out, Mr. Song won't care. The legendary flashback can last for a few minutes. He once saw a person on the battlefield whose legs were blown up to the waist. He said in shock
After talking for five minutes, I entrusted my wife to my comrades, and then she died.
Just when the two men were saying goodbye, the little nurse next to them suddenly pointed at the ECG monitor in surprise and said to the doctor who followed in: "Doctor Wu, look... look, this... this is not...
Something seems to be wrong!"
"Stop talking, have you forgotten the discipline?"
Doctor Wu glared at the little nurse with dissatisfaction. They were medical staff, but they were also soldiers. When the old man was dying, all they could do was to leave some more audio and video of the old man, uh,
There are cameras overhead, and every once in a while, someone in the monitoring room will change the cassette.
"No, look at the chief's heart, it's beating very steadily..."
Although she is not a doctor, the nurse has seen many hearts stop beating. After the beep of the instrument, a line is drawn, even if the person is dying, the radio and television fluctuations on the ECG monitor will also
Extremely chaotic.
"Um?"
Dr. Wu glanced at the instrument, with a look of astonishment on his face. He originally thought that the old man was dying, so he didn't do anything and wanted him to explain his funeral quietly. However, looking at the reaction on the instrument, this
Things are different from what I imagined.
"Mr. Song, please give me permission first. I want to check the chief!"
Dr. Wu took away Song Jun who was kneeling on the bedside and sobbing. After letting the old man lie down, he connected a magnetic chip to the artery in his wrist and found that the old man's pulse was also very stable, although he was not as strong as an ox.
, but it is not life-threatening at all.
"Go, notify the dean and prepare for expert consultation..."
Dr. Wu didn't know what happened to the old man to recover so well from a critical condition, but he knew that this was not the time to study medical miracles, so he quickly turned around and told the little nurse.
Within a few minutes, doctors wearing military uniforms and white coats entered the room one after another and conducted a comprehensive examination of the old man. Song Jun was invited outside, looking confused and listening.
After the little nurse's explanation, he realized that his crying was in vain.
After Song Jun came to his senses, he immediately picked up his cell phone and kept calling. Although he still didn't know the specific condition of the old man's health, it was developing in a good direction. He had to be notified of this matter as soon as possible.
Family, after more than half an hour, the living room outside the ward was already filled with anxious people from the Song clan, waiting for the test results.
"Dean Zhang, how is the old man doing?"
After the door to the ward opened, Song Jun's father strode forward to greet him. This expert consultation was led by the vice president of the hospital, who is also a well-known electrocardiogram expert in the country.
"The chief's condition is very good, but his mood is a bit unstable. We gave him an injection and the chief has already fallen asleep. Don't worry, the chief's body is recovering and he is definitely not in any danger..."
Dean Zhang frowned and reported good news to the waiting people, but the look on his face looked like the old man was about to die. This made everyone waiting outside feel a little unhappy. This hospital
You are so unbelievable in your appearance, you can’t even smile when you talk about such a big happy event.
"We still need to make further diagnosis. Please don't make any noise and let the chief have a good rest..."
After Dean Zhang made an explanation, he hurriedly left with the experts. The old man's recovery was really strange. He needed to think about how to write this report. This was related to the physical condition of many veteran cadres, like Chief Song.
There are quite a few such old comrades in the hospital.
"Is it really what Chief Song said that the old comrades he met in his dream gave him vitality?!"
Sitting in the conference room, Dean Zhang had such an idea in his mind. Although when he heard Mr. Song talk about his dream, Dean Zhang thought the old chief was talking nonsense, but now that he thinks about it, it seems possible.
How else to explain the sudden improvement of this old man from a critical illness?
The experts attending the meeting were also talking a lot at this time, but in the end, no one could come up with strong medical evidence, and in the end they could only classify it in two words: miracle!
"Fourth brother, where are you going? We are almost to Langfang, right? Are you still going forward?"
At this time, the creator of the miracle, classmate Zhuang Rui, was sitting in Ouyang Jun's car, looking at the white snow outside the window with a bored expression. After meeting Ouyang Jun, the brother drove directly out of Beijing. Where to go?
I didn’t say anything, but the smile on his face was a little wilted.
