359 I really can't do it
On the day of Little New Year, Ping'an stayed at his father's place.
That night, the father and son set up the chessboard and played three games. Of course, the father won two out of three, although his win was quite narrow.
The father and son chatted for a while, Ping'an tried to make him happy and made Chang Chunfeng confused.
Ping An is still satisfied with his father. No one is perfect. Maybe his father may not do well in some aspects, but he is still sincere to him. He can feel it.
He was also satisfied with his stepmother. Over the years, she made him one or two sets of clothes every year and occasionally brought him some food. During the past six months since she came to the capital, she had always been polite to him with a hint of distance, treating him like a relative who was neither too close nor too distant.
Ping An thought this was good. How much affection could there be for a child who was not his own? At least his stepmother was unwilling to pretend and did not make things difficult for him. What else did he want?
Chang Chunfeng chatted with his son for a while, but still didn't want to leave. He had never slept on the same kang with his son since his son was one and a half years old. When he proposed this idea to his son, Ping An was speechless, but still agreed.
The kang was heated hot and Ping'an fell asleep quickly. He had to get up before dawn the next day as he could not stop practicing martial arts. After having breakfast, he had to wait for the master to pick him up.
Chang Chunfeng only found out in the evening that his son had to perform surgery on someone the next day. His son didn't want to say who the surgery was for, but he told him that practicing medicine could help him make friends with many people, which would be good for both of them.
Needless to say, the patient of the operation was a wealthy family.
It was a dark night, Chang Chunfeng closed his eyes, and the sound of his son's shallow breathing was heard in his ears. This was his blood-related son, his eldest son, and a very capable young man.
His tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
At daybreak, Ping'an got up and put on his clothes. Although he was very careful, he still woke up his father.
"Son, are you up so early?"
"Dad, you should sleep a little longer. I have gotten used to getting up early these years and practicing martial arts for more than half an hour every day, unless there is something special."
Chang Chunfeng leaned forward and watched his son quickly put on his thin cotton shirt, looking heroic and dignified.
Ping An knew his father was looking at him, so he smiled at him and said, "How is your son? Isn't he good? Does he look like a little general?"
He posed and walked out of the room without waiting for Chang Chunfeng to answer.
Chang Chunfeng raised the corners of his lips. His son was naturally good in everything.
That smile was very much like him and his grandfather.
If he could go back on time, he would rather not go on the scientific expedition that time. Even if he was rescued, he would never agree to someone's marriage proposal and would find his way home no matter what.
If this is the case, their family of five will be fine.
Of course, there should be more than five people. Ping An will have brothers and sisters with the same father and mother.
It is not difficult to see that his two children are not close to Ping An.
That’s right, we seldom see each other, how can we be close?
People are biased. He loves his two children, but whenever he sees Ping An, all his thoughts are biased towards him.
Any random words from him can make me smile, and as soon as he leaves my sight, I can't help but want to find him.
It's a pity that I can't always live by my side.
He didn't want to and couldn't restrain his son anymore. Even if he lived here, how much sincerity would his current wife have for the child?
In that way, the distance between father and son will only grow further and further.
It is rare for a child of this age to be so sleepy but have such self-control.
He doesn't sleep well now. He can't sleep every now and then, and when he can't sleep, he will think of his parents back home.
If it weren't for fate, my parents wouldn't have died on the barren hills so early, my wife wouldn't have become someone else's wife, and my son wouldn't have had someone else's surname.
Chang Chunfeng took a deep breath and decided not to think about it anymore. It was useless to think about it. He still got up and would have breakfast with his son later.
There were still several days before the Chinese New Year. Since his son's engagement didn't cost him much, and the wedding would be five years later, he planned to ask his third son to look around at various major brokerage firms to see if there were any farms or shops. It would be best to use the money to buy some property.
Zhang Jinyu also had trouble falling asleep. Her husband actually went to sleep in Ping'an's yard and didn't come into the bedroom for three consecutive nights. She had already been very nice to Ping'an, so what else did he want?
I didn't expect Ping'an to be so generous. He spent so much money on an engagement gift, almost enough to buy a small courtyard in a remote location.
The monthly salary of a seventh-rank official for five or six years added up to only that much, and it was all spent in an instant.
After all, he is still a child without a biological father to teach him.
My mother is a peasant girl.
Normally, a child of this age should hand over all his money and property to adults for safekeeping.
Ping An was unhappy that she never invited them to visit the farm given by the emperor.
But she couldn't say a single word of these things, otherwise her husband would really get angry with her.
This is caused by the difference in concepts. In the capital, in most families, as long as the parents are alive, the children must hand over all the rest except for a small monthly salary. After all, there is no order without rules.
Zhang Jinyu tossed and turned and fell asleep in the second half of the night, so much so that she was still asleep when Ping An was taken away by her master.
This made Chang Chunfeng feel even more uncomfortable.
But I kept it in my heart and walked into the study.
My son said that he would spend the noon of New Year’s Eve with his subordinates, and would come back in the afternoon to spend the New Year with him.
Of course he agreed.
Having been an official for several years, how could he not know the importance of having capable people under him?
Now Ping An can get the help of the eldest son. He has been living with these people day and night since he was a child, so he will definitely have a deep relationship with them in the future. If he really encounters danger, these people will even risk their lives for him.
Ping An followed his master to the Wu family.
Minister Wu was already on vacation, so naturally he did not go out since his grandson needed surgery.
Ping'an hurriedly followed his master to pay his respects to the man. After the ceremony, the jade pendant hanging on the Shangshu's body fell into his arms.
You can't refuse it, just say he is still a child.
"Sicheng, are you in danger?"
"Sir, any surgery has risks, but we will try to minimize the risks. It will definitely hurt. I told Madam and Young Madam the other day that it's painful to cut one, let alone four at once."
Minister Wu also felt sorry for it and said, "Sicheng, why don't you cut off two fingers first and cut off the one on your foot next time? At least your foot won't hurt. The fingers are connected to the heart, and the child will feel much better."
But it still has to be cut. Scholars have six toes on their feet, which will be criticized by others. There is no wall in the world that is impenetrable.
Sun Sicheng said, "Sir, this is fine."
He had thought about this before. If the remaining toe on his foot was not too much of a nuisance, it would be fine to not cut it off. After all, it would be hidden in the boot and no one would see it.
However, Ping'an had a different idea from his and thought it would be better to suffer the pain all at once.
At the moment, Minister Wu, his wife, and his young mistress are obviously unwilling to take any risks.
As a doctor, he naturally didn't want to take risks.
Wu Qiwen originally intended to cut it off all at once, even if it hurt.
My parents and wife are reluctant to do it, so I have to do it in two operations.
Ping An had the same idea as Wu Qiwen.
After thinking about it, I said, "Sir, to be honest, the best time to have these removed is three to six months. It may hurt a little once, but you won't have to suffer twice."
Mrs. Wu shook her head and said, "Sicheng, Ping'an, let's cut off the finger first, otherwise the child will suffer too much."
When the fair and tender baby was carried to the temporary operating table while he was sleeping, the Wu family's hearts suddenly sank.
Even Ping An couldn't bear it.
Wenzhu closed the door. Today, he and Ruyi would be the assistant doctors.
"Ping An, please do it. The master is a little hesitant to do it."
Ping An was speechless. Was he just particularly hard-hearted?
Without hesitation, he quickly gave the child anesthesia, and the child was awakened and started crying.
Ping An remained unmoved and quickly inserted silver needles into the two little hands again.
The Wu family members outside the door became even more distressed when they heard the child crying, and even Wu Qiwen, who originally wanted to cut it off all at once, was shaken.
After a while, the child's crying gradually became quieter until there was no sound at all.
The child has fainted.
"Master, I'm going to do it."
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