Song Jingchuan said, "I haven't decided yet how you should pay me back. I'll tell you when I've figured it out."
Cheng Xiao Kui nodded and happily ran to her brother's stretcher.
To her surprise, her younger brother was able to talk to her!
The younger brother was actually conscious?
She now understood why her mother burst into tears when she saw her younger brother.
It turned out that the younger brother had called out "Mom".
She asked in surprise, "Xiaodong, didn't you get anesthesia?"
She turned to look at Song Jingchuan again. "Such a major surgery doesn't require anesthesia? Don't think you can fool me just because I haven't studied medicine!"
Song Jingchuan said, "Don't look at me like that. This is for your brother's own good. That's why I didn't give him anesthesia. Only in this way can I know whether I've touched his nerves or not."
Cheng Xiao Kui asked, "Xiao Dong, how are you feeling now? Can you move your hands and feet? Can you feel anything in your body?"
Cheng Dongkui said excitedly, "Sister, I can feel it! I think my vision has recovered a bit. Now it's not just light perception anymore. I can vaguely see you and Mom."
And my hands and feet, my feet are numb, it feels like countless tiny ants are biting me, and I can feel the presence of my legs!
I also feel like I can move a little bit now, meaning I can move my own body!
This was extremely important to Cheng Dongkui. He had given up on himself and even considered starving himself to death because he felt there was no hope.
But now, having just undergone surgery, these physical changes have made him feel like he has seen a glimmer of hope!
Song Wenhui cried and said, "I hope the surgery works, I hope it works! I pray to the gods and ancestors every day, hoping you will get better soon!"
Cheng Dongkui said, "Mom, what's the use of praying to gods and ancestors? It was Director Song who saved me. Director Song is my great benefactor!"
Song Wenhui said, "Yes, yes, Director Song is a great benefactor to our family. We will remember his kindness for the rest of our lives!"
Cheng Xiao Kui asked, "Will my younger brother need to start rehabilitation training later?"
Song Jingchuan said, "He needs to undergo rehabilitation training. If all goes well, he should be able to control his wheelchair on his own after a while."
Cheng Xiao Kui asked, "If he needs a wheelchair, will he still have to use one? Will he be unable to walk like a normal person?"
Song Jingchuan said, "To recover to the point where he can walk like a normal person, one needs to undergo long-term rehabilitation training, and the other depends on the degree of his nerve recovery. He has only just started to recover, and how much he can recover is still unknown."
He didn't want to give Cheng Xiao Kui too much hope, fearing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
After all, the brain tumor had been in Cheng Dongkui's brain for too long, and the nerves had been compressed for too long. Even a miracle worker wouldn't know how much it could recover.
Cheng Xiaokui nodded and said, "I understand. I will strengthen my brother's rehabilitation training from now on."
Mom, we have a yard, right? We can install some rehabilitation equipment for my little brother there, like a horizontal bar or parallel bars.
My younger brother absolutely must practice his leg strength and leg awareness on the parallel bars.
Song Wenhui said, "Okay, Mom will listen to you!"
Cheng Xiao Kui and Song Wen Hui pushed their younger brother's stretcher back to his ward.
My younger brother was talking non-stop, something he had never done before.
She knew her younger brother was excited, but being too excited at this time might not be good for him.
She told her younger brother to get some rest early, and that if he needed to sleep, he should rest his brain.
She asked her mother to look after her younger brother, as she had important things to do.
Today is the day she goes to the Administration for Industry and Commerce to apply for a business license.
She left the hospital and rode her bicycle to the Industry and Commerce Bureau.
When she arrived at the street where the Industry and Commerce Bureau was located, she rode back and forth on the side street twice, but still couldn't find the bureau.
She asked an old man sitting by the roadside, and he pointed to a small, ordinary house.
It has to be said that the Bureau of Industry and Commerce in this era was far too rudimentary!
It's just an ordinary courtyard with a few ordinary bungalows, no different from the houses next door.
She parked her bicycle at the gate, slung her army green canvas backpack over her shoulder, and walked into the Industry and Commerce Bureau office.
The office of the Industry and Commerce Bureau was just like a residential house, with no decoration, ordinary cement floor, and whitewashed walls.
Two rows of tables were arranged along the wall in the room, and each clerk had their own responsibilities.
Cheng Xiao Kui looked up and saw a small light bulb hanging on the ceiling.
It has to be said that the Bureau of Industry and Commerce in this era had a really tough time!
In this era, civil servants, teachers, and police officers earn the least.
Because his workplace had no profitable projects, he earned much less than his older colleagues.
Many civil servants of that era couldn't endure it and sought connections to transfer to factories, just to earn an extra twenty-odd yuan a month.
Holding her household registration booklet, Cheng Xiaokui asked, "I want to apply for a sole proprietorship business license. Who should I contact to apply?"
The older woman sitting at the first table adjusted her glasses. "You're here to pick up your individual business license? This one will do..."
Although the documents have been issued, our business registration bureau hasn't processed it yet, and we're not clear on the specific procedures. Why don't you come back in a few days?
Cheng Xiao Kui bit her lip lightly; she couldn't wait a few more days to come back.
When her family makes money, naturally there will be envious people. It's easy to imagine that at least her grandmother and second aunt will be plotting against them.
If they can't make money legally, their money is a ticking time bomb!
Her eyes darted around, and she said, "Um... isn't there a comrade named Du Ziqiang working here?"
The older woman was taken aback. She asked, "You know Du Ziqiang?"
Cheng Xiaokui said, "I don't know him, but my friend does. He told me to come and find Du Ziqiang."
The older woman smiled and said, "You're looking for our Deputy Director Du? He's in the office over there."
"Look at the office door frame; there's a sign that says 'Deputy Director's Office.' You'll see him as soon as you go in."
Cheng Xiaokui's lips twitched slightly. She never expected that the Du Ziqiang that Jiang Bin told her about was actually the deputy director.
I don't know what the deputy director looks like.
An image of a middle-aged man appeared in her mind.
In this era, those who can rise to the rank of deputy director or director are basically middle-aged or elderly people.
Following her older sister's directions, she found the office, which had a small sign on the door frame that read "Deputy Director's Office."
She reached out and knocked on the door. "Is Deputy Director Du in?"
A man's voice came from inside the room, "Hey! Who is it? Come in."
Cheng Xiao Kui pushed open the door and walked in, immediately spotting the man behind the desk.
The man was really young, only in his early twenties.
But how should she introduce herself?
Just as she was struggling with how to say it.
Du Ziqiang exclaimed, "Cheng Xiaokui?! You really came!"
Cheng Xiaokui walked to the desk and said, "Um... your friend Jiang Bin told you, right? I'm here to apply for a sole proprietorship business license!"
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