Throughout June, Jiang Chen spent all his extracurricular time on the programs he designed and the business he had previously taken on in the hacker forum. Time passed slowly, and the three members of the Jiang family gradually returned to their usual warmth and tranquility.
Jiang Zhuo's rehabilitation went very smoothly. It was originally estimated that it would take at least three months for him to be able to walk on his own with crutches, but now it has only taken less than one and a half months. Judging from this recovery situation, he may be able to resume normal walking in less than three months.
When Yang Si saw Jiang Zhuo stand up by himself and walk towards her with a cane, she covered her mouth and cried with joy. Jiang Chen stood aside, silently hugged her shoulders, then stretched out his other hand to greet his father who was walking towards them. Jiang Zhuo quickened his pace and hugged his wife and son.
Shi Fengyue stood at the entrance of the rehabilitation training center, silently looking at a family of three huddled together not far away. After standing there for about half a minute, he lowered his eyelashes and turned away.
Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of Shi Fengyue's passing figure, let go of his parents, and said with a smile: "Dad, you and Mom should take a break. I'll go out and buy some drinks."
"Okay." Jiang Zhuo smiled cheerfully, put his crutches against the bench, sat down slowly, and after sitting up straight, he winked at Jiang Chen: "Bring me a bottle of delicious drink."
Jiang Chen curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to signal him to look to the side. Sure enough, Yang Si snorted, "Jiang Zhuo, you are getting carried away just after you have recovered, right?"
"I just asked my son to buy me a drink!" Jiang Zhuo sat alone on the sofa, but Junyi looked aggrieved: "Why are you getting carried away?"
Yang Si saw her husband's pitiful face, and was amused after being angry. She said, "Do you think your son will buy it for you? Forget who found out that you were smoking secretly last time? And the last time you drank Lao Li's wine from the next ward, it was our son who smelled it. I tell you, Chenchen and I are on the same side, don't think of corrupting him."
Jiang Zhuo looked up, surprised and suddenly realized: "I said your mother was not in the hospital, how did she find out that I was drinking? It turned out that you and your mother told me?"
Jiang Chen's smile was innocent and harmless. Jiang Zhuo slapped the stool and said, "You kid!"
"You are greedy, yet you dare to be mean to my son?" Yang Si glared at him, thought for a moment and said to Jiang Chen: "Buy your father a glass of milk, buy the one with brown sugar. He needs to replenish his blood after the operation."
"Wife, it's been more than a month since I had the surgery."
"That needs to be made up, too."
Jiang Chen nodded obediently, waved to the two of them and turned to leave.
Jiang Zhuo snorted, "This brat, when he was young, he consciously kept the secrets between us men, but now that he's grown up, he's learned to tell on people."
"What secret?"
Yang Si sat down next to him. "Is it the secret that you wanted to watch a movie, so you said you would take your son to watch a cartoon, but he got so into it that you left him at a popcorn stall and let him eat too much and go to the hospital? Or is it the secret that you took him to learn how to ride a bike, but you went fishing, and left him riding alone and almost fell into the river, but you changed his clothes and came back and pretended nothing happened?"
"That happened many years ago, but...how did you know!"
"Have you forgotten what your son loved to do when he was a child?"
Jiang Zhuo hesitated: "...reasonable?"
Yang Si nodded: "When your son was young, he not only liked to reason seriously, but also liked to quote from a wide range of sources. Before he entered elementary school, his best skill was to use his own examples to make his arguments more persuasive."
Jiang Zhuo: ...
Jiang Zhuo changed the subject: "I was really bored in the hospital. Now I can walk on my own with a cane. How about this weekend, our family of three go to a nearby park for a picnic and continue the ritual that has been interrupted in our family."
"Want to drink again?"
Jiang Chen paused for a moment, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but lower his head and laugh, then walked out of the rehabilitation center amid the gradually blurred conversation.
The rehabilitation center is separated from the inpatient department by a garden. If you want to leave the hospital, you need to go through the garden and a corridor and go around to the outpatient department lobby before you can go out.
Jiang Chen walked slowly in the garden, his mind filled with pictures of his childhood that he thought might be blurry but were actually extremely clear. The three of them went on trips together, to amusement parks, to museums, to movies, and to picnics...
Since elementary school, his parents would take him out almost every weekend, even if it was just to go shopping and have a meal.
Jiang Zhuo once said: This is a ritual, a ritual for a family of three.
This ceremony lasted from the time Jiang Chen could remember until the first semester of his sophomore year in high school, until it was interrupted by a car accident. Since then, it has never continued.
For countless weekends after his first life, Jiang Chen locked himself in the dormitory study room to study and stayed in the company to work overtime. Later, when he went to the interstellar era and the days were no longer calculated in weeks, he still had the habit of staying up late and working overtime for two days every five days. Some people even regarded this as a peculiar little habit of his.
Now, it seems that the weekend ritual can continue.
Jiang Chen stood in the middle of the arch bridge, his hands on the stone railing, looking down at the koi fish wagging their tails in the pond. The sunlight shone on the waves and fish scales, and the waves sparkled, as bright as the smile at the corners of his eyes and lips.
Suddenly, a conversation broke the silence in this corner.
"…The only son of the family, do you know that if you don't accept this operation, he can't do anything to you, but I really can't explain it, Feng Yue, you should also think about Uncle Yang, it's not easy for me to be the dean."
"Uncle Yang, I remember we agreed on this at the beginning."
Jiang Chen recognized Shi Fengyue's voice almost immediately. It was as deep and indifferent as usual, and he couldn't tell the emotion. He was just a little surprised that the other person he was talking to seemed to be the dean.
"Yes, when you first entered the hospital, I promised you that in addition to your fixed appointments, you would be able to decide on your own surgical arrangements and patient admissions. I never interfered with you before, but this is different. His identity is different. The success of the operation on patient 506 attracted the attention of several famous professors in Yan City's orthopedic surgery department. They are now full of praise for you. It is for this reason that his family specifically asked you to be the lead surgeon. Not only that, they also invited a team of experts to cooperate with you in this operation. If this operation is successful, not only will you become famous, but the hospital will also..."
"No need to say more, Uncle Yang, I don't want to answer it."
"You don't want to, but I have to take care of it, Feng Yue. Just for the sake of Uncle Yang watching you grow up, agree to this one time. Uncle Yang is putting down his old face and begging you, okay?"
Shi Fengyue said calmly: "I can't communicate with their family."
"His family..." Dean Yang was silent for a while, then said, "I'll help you communicate with them. I'll make sure they..."
Shi Fengyue interrupted him: "Uncle Yang, you know me."
The wind blew through the leaves, and a soft sigh was heard in the rustling sound, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually fading away.
Jiang Chen sat on the stone railing and turned his head to meet Shi Fengyue's eyes as he walked out from the path.
Shi Fengyue's eyes were indifferent. He glanced at him as a greeting, then turned and left in another direction.
Jiang Chen stopped him and asked, "Why did you take over my father's surgery?"
Shi Fengyue paused, turned his head to look at him, stared at him for a few seconds with calm eyes, and opened his pale lips slightly: "Then why do you believe me?"
Jiang Chen was puzzled, but Shi Fengyue seemed to suddenly become interested and turned to walk towards him.
"From the moment you knew my name, you had absolute trust in me. I'm curious, where does this trust come from? Is it because of my name? Or is it because of my resume? But my resume is impressive, and there are many doctors in China who are better and more experienced than me. I just returned to China without any fame or surgical experience, but you only trust me."
Shi Fengyue stopped in front of Jiang Chen, leaned over and stared into his eyes: "Tell me why you believe me."
Shi Fengyue's pupils were dark and bright, covered by his slender, straight and thick eyelashes, leaving a reflection in his eyes, covering the young man reflected in his eyes. His sharp eyes seemed to imprison him in an area where he had nowhere to hide.
Jiang Chen leaned back calmly, his eyelids slightly half-closed, and after a few seconds, he suddenly raised his eyes and said: "So, this is why you took over my father's surgery, and also... why you didn't accept those people's surgery."
When their eyes met, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Doctor Shi, the trust between doctors and patients needs to be accumulated through a period of treatment. Most patients who show absolute trust from the beginning are desperate and regard you as their last straw. If you ask patients to absolutely trust you when they see you, it's too harsh."
"You didn't answer my question." Shi Fengyue slowly straightened up, tilted his head to look at the dimples at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly laughed: "But you are very smart."
Jiang Chen suppressed his twinkling eyes and asked with a smile: "Could it be that what I said is wrong?"
"Yes." Shi Fengyue took two steps forward, propped his hands on the stone railing, and looked down at the koi in the pond, his expression lazy and tired: "Patients who don't trust me from the beginning often don't cooperate well with the subsequent treatment, and it may also cause a lot of trouble."
Jiang Chen tilted his head, stared at Shi Fengyue for a few seconds, and suddenly realized something.
"You don't want trust, you just want trouble."
Shi Fengyue didn't answer, but this also revealed the answer.
Jiang Chen laughed, and suddenly remembered the rumors he heard about Shi Fengyue in his first life. If they knew that Shi Fengyue's reckless behavior in watching people in danger was not because he was arrogant and eccentric, but was just afraid of trouble, and that once they showed absolute trust, Shi Fengyue would not refuse, would they regret it or be furious?
He suddenly became curious: "If you are so afraid of trouble, why do you want to be a doctor?"
Shi Fengyue's eyelashes seemed to tremble. He stared at the ripples in the pond, then suddenly straightened up and looked down at Jiang Chen: "Since you are so smart, why do you still follow the rules?"
The two looked at each other, and they both saw something in each other's eyes. One smiled slightly, while the other raised an eyebrow, and they looked away tacitly.
Jiang Chen glanced at his watch and said with a smile, "My parents are still waiting for my drink, so I won't delay the doctor's time. I'll leave first."
Shi Fengyue nodded, and just before Jiang Chen was about to leave his sight, he said casually, "Good luck on the final exam."
Jiang Chen paused, turned around and smiled, "Thank you."
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