Chapter 150 Doesn’t Song Zhiyuan’s conscience hurt?

"Someone is watching us, it won't hurt to wait a little longer." Song Zhiyuan leaned back tiredly in his chair and closed the door to rest.

Seeing this, Song Zhiwei immediately shut up and let his sister have a good rest.

Every August, the Ministry of Agriculture is very busy. In addition to attracting investment for the autumn harvest, it also has to take flood prevention and drainage measures. As the director of the Ministry of Agriculture, Song Zhiyuan needs to intervene in these matters.

After finally getting home, Song Zhiyuan slept in the morning. When she got up, it was almost nine o'clock. The sunlight refracted into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Song Zhiyuan went downstairs in casual clothes.

"Sister, aren't you going to work today?" Song Zhiwei put down the unfinished buns and ran to the kitchen to heat up the porridge for Song Zhiyuan.

"I've taken a leave of absence. Please accompany me somewhere today." Song Zhiyuan sat naturally at the dining table and ate the breakfast bought by Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei placed the hot porridge in front of Song Zhiyuan and asked cautiously, "What is so mysterious about this place?"

In my sister's world, nothing is more important than work. She won't even take a day off if she's sick.

"You'll know when you get there." Song Zhiyuan deliberately kept it a secret.

Song Zhiwei was tucking into the porridge in front of him, looking at Song Zhiyuan's calm expression. His right eyelid kept twitching, and he always felt that something bad was going to happen.

Song Zhiwei took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and pushed it in front of Song Zhiyuan, "Sister, this is the chewing gum you asked for."

"Hmm." After finishing his meal, Song Zhiyuan casually stuffed one into his mouth.

After Song Zhiwei finished packing, Song Zhiyuan drove all the way to the building of Linjiang Otolaryngology Hospital.

When Song Zhiwei saw the big words "ear, nose and throat", his heart skipped a beat. No wonder his eyelids had been twitching this morning.

His sister was such a careful person, he knew he couldn't hide it from her.

But before being exposed by his sister, Song Zhiwei tried to struggle a little, "Why did you suddenly come to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's not me who's feeling unwell, it's you." After getting out of the car, Song Zhiyuan walked around to the other side and opened Song Zhiwei's door.

Song Zhiwei reluctantly got out of the car and walked a few steps behind Song Zhiyuan. Song Zhiwei turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Song Zhiyuan had expected this and grabbed Song Zhiwei's collar from behind, "Where are you running to?"

"Sister, I'm fine now, I'm not feeling any discomfort."

"How long do you want to escape? I have already made an appointment for you to have their chief physician examine you." Song Zhiyuan's light voice carried a heavy force and fell heavily on Song Zhiwei's head.

The scorching sun fell on his body, but Song Zhiwei felt a chill on his back.

"No matter what the result is, sister will be with you." Song Zhiyuan patted Song Zhiwei's shoulder, and did not force Song Zhiwei, but waited quietly for Song Zhiwei to make a decision.

Song Zhiwei clenched his fingers into fists, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a few steps forward.

A strong smell of disinfectant hit them. The doctor prescribed a series of tests for Song Zhiwei. After the tests, the brother and sister returned to the director's office with the reports.

Song Zhiwei, who was sitting opposite the doctor, was particularly reserved. The doctor pushed his black-framed glasses and said, "I've had vocal cord polyps for more than half a year. It's mainly caused by overusing my voice. You should have known about this a long time ago."

Song Zhiwei nodded, "I had a sore throat at the time, so I went to the hospital for a checkup and was diagnosed with vocal cord polyps."

As a singer, Song Zhiwei could not accept such an outcome for a while and chose to escape, not receive treatment, and not sing.

"You're a singer, and I know how important your voice is to you. If left untreated, this polyp could cause irreversible damage to your vocal cords as the disease progresses. Over time, speaking would become more difficult, and even breathing would be affected."

The doctor added, "Early treatment does not mean there is no possibility of recovery."

"Doctor, is surgery the only option now?" Song Zhiyuan asked nervously.

Song Zhiyuan knew clearly how important singing was to Song Zhiwei. No wonder the little brat's temperament had changed so much in the past six months. She had been busy with work and had completely ignored the little brat. She didn't expect such a serious thing to happen.

The doctor looked at the examination report, holding up his glasses and shaking his head helplessly, "His condition is already very serious. No further conservative treatment is suitable. The only option now is surgical removal."

At that time, Song Zhiwei was diagnosed with a problem and did not want to undergo surgery. The doctor chose conservative treatment, but after half a year, there was no effect and the condition worsened.

The doctor continued, "He should have inquired about the risks of surgery. He might not be able to recover as before, or he might suffer from poor vocal cord closure and hoarseness. If these complications occur, it will affect his future career."

"You can think about it and decide when to schedule the surgery."

Song Zhiwei's job is too special, so the doctor didn't try to persuade him.

It was already afternoon when they came out of the hospital. Song Zhiyuan did not send Song Zhiwei home, but went to the riverside instead. "You have to think this matter through. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Leaning against the car, watching the cruise ship sailing along the riverbank, Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister, I've thought it through. I'll accept treatment. Even if I can't sing in the future, I can still go behind the scenes and write lyrics. If my voice gets hoarse, I can sing some more vicissitudes of life songs, which is also good."

"My brother is so talented. Even if he can't sing, he can still act, play guitar, and be a mentor. What the doctor said are all probabilistic events. My brother is not so unlucky." Song Zhiyuan rubbed Song Zhiwei's head lovingly.

"Your throat can't be delayed any longer. I'll schedule the surgery for you a week later. If it's any later, I may not have time." Song Zhiyuan took out his cell phone and made an appointment for Song Zhiwei to have the surgery done in advance.

"Sister, your work has been delayed because of my affairs." Song Zhiwei felt a little guilty.

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "You can do work anytime. If you have any problems in the future, remember to tell your family."

After Song Zhiyuan sent Song Zhiwei home, he went to the government building.

Now that the school is on vacation, Song Zhiyuan currently has no good topic to choose, so the development of agricultural research projects has been put on hold. Low-sugar rice has now entered the full-scale trial planting stage, and the observation data is directly handed over to the graduate students. The work in the laboratory is relatively easy.

The Ministry of Agriculture has a lot of work to do and some meetings to attend.

At the same time, a post became a hot topic thanks to the help of the internet trolls.

#Song Zhiyuan charity money making#

#The mountain children did not receive any donations from fans, and a popular professor pocketed the money#

[Heizi, just say Sister Song's name.]

[You're making money in the name of public welfare. When you see the innocent smiles on those children's faces, doesn't your conscience hurt, Song Zhiyuan?]

[Other celebrities donating money doesn't cause a big stir, but Song Zhiyuan is being praised for donating such a small amount. Using this method to show off and gain a good reputation for herself is truly disgusting.]