Chapter 54 Chapter 54 “You eat less than the chicken…
Twenty minutes later, Liu Jingheng finally cryptically asked the question she had practiced repeatedly in her mind:
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Qin Du glanced at the sofa in the corner:
"I'll stay with you tonight. You can't be without someone here."
Liu Jingheng turned her face away: "I don't want you to accompany me..."
Qin Du thought for a moment and nodded, "I understand. I'll ask the nurse to bring the catheter."
Liu Jingheng: ...
“Don’t…don’t…”
Qin Du: "Are you begging for help like this?"
"Qin... Uncle, Uncle, don't... don't..." Liu Jingheng didn't know if there was any buff in calling him uncle, but every time Qin Chuyao called Qin Du like this, Qin Du would always spare his life.
Qin Du smiled and said, "I told you not to act like a spoiled child. I can't let you do that if you do that."
Liu Jingheng: ???
Qin Du left, and Qin Du came back with an extra bag of indwelling urinary catheter in his hand.
As Qin Du pressed on step by step, Liu Jingheng, unable to move, could only feel her heart retreating step by step, almost piercing through her back.
"I don't want to pee anymore..." Liu Jingheng wanted to die. If she had known earlier, she would have asked the nurse to come. The nurse had seen it anyway.
"Don't talk nonsense. It's not like you can just pee if you don't want to." Qin Du washed his hands and opened the catheter bag. "Although your brain structure is different from that of ordinary people, your physiological organs are similar to others."
Liu Jingheng still resisted desperately: "No, no, you won't."
"I can." Qin Du put on sterilized gloves. "I know everything you need."
Liu Jingheng rolled her eyes like a dying fish stranded on the shore.
"No, no." After rolling his eyes, he saw Qin Du skillfully connecting the catheter bag, and he knew that he had taken it seriously.
Qin Du stopped what he was doing, looked at Liu Jingheng's flushed face, and asked patiently:
"So what are you going to do?"
"I went to the bathroom by myself. I'm strong."
"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, and you haven't recovered yet, adding new injuries to the old ones. Do you like hanging a catheter for two more days?"
Liu Jingheng looked at Qin Du who was still making preparations, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Even if the nurse was doing it, he wouldn't have resisted so much, but the other person happened to be Qin Du.
What if the villain suddenly wakes up during this process and pulls it out for him?
"I won't pull it out."
Qin Du seemed to sense Liu Jingheng's thoughts, and Liu Jingheng was stunned when she heard it.
Liu Jingheng was defeated by him. He finally found the only way to make Liu Jingheng's poor brain react.
"You really can't pull it out." The compromised Liu Jingheng reminded again.
"Don't keep reminding me." Qin Du made a "hush" gesture to him, "Otherwise it will distract me, and I can't guarantee what I can do then."
Liu Jingheng pursed her lips obediently, and the tears that had accumulated in her eyes finally fell in shame.
Lifting the quilt and taking off the pants, Liu Jingheng tried to block it with her hands, but heard Qin Du say:
"I didn't expect that you're not that big, and this place is quite dangerous."
Liu Jingheng blinked and suddenly stopped resisting.
It’s dangerous, he said it’s dangerous here.
Hey.
Taking into account Liu Jingheng's physical disability, Qin Du had already learned various nursing knowledge in advance, but this was his first time to put it into practice.
Liu Jingheng closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
Having lost her vision, her senses became more acute. Her big hands wrapped in rubber gloves were icy cold. When the towel passed through the lighthouse, the cotton rubbed against the tower softly, which made Liu Jingheng tremble, and the thin flesh on her thighs tremble like ripples.
He bit his lower lip so hard that it turned a bright red.
"Don't bite your lips." It's amazing that Qin Du can still spare the energy to observe his expression.
The cotton was dipped in disinfectant and wiped across the top and body of the tower in turn with a cool touch.
Liu Jingheng's breathing gradually became rapid, and in the end he could only exhale continuously, which made him dizzy and blurred.
"Breathe well." Qin Du's voice came, "I feel so ashamed. Just follow the doctor's instructions and get well soon."
Perhaps this sentence distracted Liu Jingheng's attention, and he began to think about all sorts of things.
For example, can the wheelchair placed in the garage, parked side by side with Qin Du’s Maybach and Bentley, still be used?
Suddenly, there was a slight stinging sensation at the top of the tower, accompanied by a dense itching. The entire lighthouse became more solid under the impact of the sea water.
Liu Jingheng turned her face away, her uninjured hand tightly grasping the pillowcase.
Stand up.
I don't want to live anymore.
"Alright." Qin Du looked at his face. "Everything is ready. The Shimen Reservoir can be opened to release floodwaters now."
Liu Jingheng opened her eyes and asked, "What is Shimen Reservoir?"
Qin Du chuckled, his gaze piercing through the air and falling on the lighthouse.
Liu Jingheng: This is not the Shimen Reservoir. Its current water storage capacity is comparable to that of the Three Gorges Dam.
As soon as it was over, Liu Jingheng quickly pulled up his pants with his only intact hand.
Qin Du pulled his waistband again and said, "Wipe it off."
Liu Jingheng: "No, it's like fried rice. I like it left overnight."
Qin Du pulled down his pants without saying anything:
"Don't eat overnight meals, they contain a lot of bacteria."
…
Liu Jingheng was lying on the bed, gasping for breath.
He had never felt so tired before. It would take him a lifetime to make up for those short ten minutes.
Qin Du came back after washing his hands and sat on the sofa:
"Rest early and take care of your bones. We'll go to America when you recover."
Liu Jingheng: "What are you going to do in America?"
"There will be a global medical exchange conference at the end of next month. The world's top cardiac surgeons will gather in New York. I have already contacted them one by one and asked them to form a team and provide a detailed surgical plan."
When Liu Jingheng heard this, she wilted.
"Can't I just not have the surgery?"
"No." Qin Du refused flatly, leaving no room for negotiation. "We'll stay there for a while after the operation. I've found a house near Cornell University Hospital, which has the best cardiology department in New York. I've already contacted the doctor there, and he'll come to check on you at any time."
"I don't want to go. The medical level in China is quite high..."
"I'm sorry." Qin Du said, "I can't gamble with any possibility of you."
Seeing Liu Jingheng frowning and her eyes unfocused, Qin Du added:
"You don't need to worry about these, I will arrange everything."
Liu Jingheng wanted to say that this wasn't the problem, but rather that he had seen cases where the success rate was too high but the surgery ultimately failed. All numbers are a matter of probability, and there are only two absolutes:
0 or 100.
Before, none of this mattered.
But now, he suddenly felt a little afraid of becoming that 0.
*
In early September, there is a hint of coolness in the morning and evening.
After staying in the hospital for more than 20 days, Liu Jingheng was finally discharged and sat contentedly in his beloved little wheelchair.
Liu Jingheng touched the wheelchair handle. The familiar texture gave her a sense of stability and security.
Penny, who hadn't seen her owner for a long time, went completely crazy and jumped very high. Liu Jingheng looked at her propeller-like tail and was really afraid that it would be broken by shaking.
On the first day after being discharged from the hospital, Uncle Li couldn't persuade him and pushed him to go to the zoo to visit Sayuri.
Sayuri hugged Liu Jingheng and cried, and several strong men came up to pull her away but failed.
Before leaving, seeing that he was reluctant to leave, Uncle Li tried to PUA:
"See? Everyone needs you. You miss Little Rose too, right?"
Liu Jingheng corrected: "It's Sayuri."
"Okay, but no matter what, you have to recover quickly and get the surgery done as soon as possible. You can't let Xiao Yueji wait too long."
Speaking of surgery, Liu Jingheng's mood became unhappy.
He began to try to fight against Uncle Li's PUA:
"Uncle Li, isn't our motherland very powerful?"
"Of course!" Uncle Li puffed out his chest proudly.
"Whether it's economy, technology, infrastructure, or medicine, we are at the forefront of the world."
"That's inevitable, but for something like surgery, you still have to see a Western doctor. After all, that's where he made his fortune."
Liu Jingheng remained silent. The PUA scheme had failed.
"Don't worry Jingjing, uncle will go to the United States with you to take care of you when the time comes."
Liu Jingheng: This is not important.
After thinking it over, everything I wanted to say melted into a long sigh.
On the other side, the Qin family study.
Qin Du was sitting in front of the computer. On the screen, a white-haired foreign old man was on a video call. The two of them were talking in fluent English. Qin Du would stop from time to time to write and draw on his iPad.
The old man is a top cardiac surgeon at Cornell University Hospital. He has published as many as 3,000 papers and performed countless surgeries, both large and small.
But he also told the truth that Liu Jingheng's condition was very complicated and required two operations and some necessary preoperative preparations.
Liu Jingheng is underweight and needs to gain about 6 kilograms to increase her risk of heart failure. She also needs to do lung capacity exercises, eat a healthy diet, and maintain a good mood.
The old man gave Qin Du a healthy diet plan for Asians and asked him to arrange it for Liu Jingheng, as well as some activities to exercise lung capacity, etc., no matter how big or small.
Qin Du read the recipe over and over again, put it down, and tiredly pressed his slightly numb fingers against his forehead.
He remembered what Uncle Li had said before, "You've really taken good care of Jingjing. She's obviously gained some weight compared to when she first came into the Qin family."
Qin Du closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
I've gained a little weight, but I'm still underweight.
“Knock knock.”
While I was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.
Qin Du closed the cookbook and said "Come in". Uncle Li pushed the door open and came in respectfully.
"Qin..."
Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Qin Du: "Where's Liu Jingheng? Didn't you go to the zoo together?"
"Having said that, Jingjing is not a pendant, and I can't take her everywhere with me." Uncle Li was getting bolder and bolder, and he even dared to make jokes with Qin Du.
Qin Du took his glasses and wiped them gently: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Qin, it's like this. The students in the Interior Design Class of the Environmental Art Department of the College of Fine Arts of Jinhai University have long admired the Qin family mansion's fame. I hope Mr. Qin can give them a chance to visit and learn. It won't take long, just two days." Uncle Li said cautiously.
Qin Du put on his glasses, turned on his computer, and without even looking at Uncle Li, asked:
"So Uncle Li, what do you think the ticket price should be?"
Uncle Li understood and echoed indignantly:
"Exactly. Using private land as a tourist attraction? These kids are really smart. They knew we couldn't agree to this, so they secretly went to find Jingjing to lobby us."
Qin Du pulled his eyes away from the computer and looked over:
"So, Liu Jingheng agreed?"
Uncle Li nodded. "It's okay. Jingjing probably won't remember what he promised anyway. Besides, he's already graduated. Even if these students are complaining behind his back, they can't get the upper hand over him."
Qin Du pondered for a moment and sneered:
"When did Liu Jingheng start socializing with people from the Academy of Fine Arts?"
Uncle Li chuckled, "I'll call the students back and tell them to find another place."
Uncle Li bowed and strode towards the door, holding on to his suit.
"Wait." Qin Du's voice came from behind, and Uncle Li's face showed an obscene smile of success.
Qin Du closed his eyes, rubbed his temples lightly with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You can visit, provided you follow the rules."
"Okay, don't worry. I'll give everyone some etiquette training before they come in."
*
It's the start of the school year, and all walks of life are busy. The Qin family's dinner table hasn't been as crowded as it is today for a long time.
The old man stayed voluntarily, and Qin Chuyao was coerced and lured back by the old man. He said that Jingjing had been in poor health recently and needed to stay in a good mood. More people would also make it more lively. He gave Qin Chuyao a card with an eight-digit balance and asked him to buy a few joke books, which would definitely be useful for dinner.
Qin Chuyao was so angry that he put aside his self-esteem for money.
But once the food was served and I saw the green and lush surface, I couldn’t be so cowardly anymore.
"Did those bastard chefs embezzle money again? Are they using me as a rabbit?"
"Stop talking." The old man hit him on the head with a spoon. "This is the healthy diet the doctor prescribed for Teacher Xiao Liu's surgery. It may not look good, but you won't regret it if you eat a few bites."
"So, what does his surgery have to do with me?" Qin Chuyao was unhappy.
"So, having said that, a healthy diet and a healthy mood are both indispensable. If you let Mr. Xiao Liu eat grass while we enjoy delicacies from the mountains and the sea, he will definitely feel uncomfortable."
Qin Chuyao rolled his eyes.
He was both angry and happy about this. He was angry that his whole family was making fun of him just for Liu Jingheng; he was happy that he was the only smart person who didn't give in to Liu Jingheng's large-scale obedience test.
After a while, Uncle Li pushed Liu Jingheng over.
Liu Jingheng glanced at the dinner, raised her head and asked Uncle Li quietly:
"Didn't you ask me what I wanted for dinner? I said I wanted fried chicken..."
"Liu Jingheng, you are not allowed to be picky about food." Without waiting for Uncle Li to respond, Qin Du spoke first.
Liu Jingheng was silent for a long time and shrank her neck.
Uncle Li whispered in his ear to comfort him: "You can't eat anything with a lot of oil or salt right now. Be good, and when you fully recover, Boss Qin will buy you whatever you want to eat."
Liu Jingheng didn't say anything, and there was no expression on his face, making it impossible to guess whether he had compromised or was silently protesting.
Liu Jingheng didn't care about food before, because he was short of money and had never eaten anything good in his life. But once he tasted the sweetness, he easily fell into the whirlpool of desire without any internal friction.
Uncle Li pushed him to sit next to Qin Du and helped him put on a napkin, like a bib.
Heart patients need to supplement more protein, and beef, fish and shrimp boiled in clear water give Liu Jingheng the original flavor.
Liu Jingheng chewed very slowly, as if the meal would eventually end if she continued to dawdle.
Uncle Li diligently helped him shave the fish and cut the steak, piling Liu Jingheng's bowl with food like a small mountain.
Liu Jingheng muttered softly: "Enough... Enough..."
"Not enough." Qin Du picked up a piece of corn and said, "You haven't eaten as much as the chicken."
Liu Jingheng looked at the corn in front of her and rolled her eyes.
He doesn't like eating corn, not because of the taste. It's simply because he broke his teeth while chewing corn when he was a child. At that time, he was scared and embarrassed to find the director's father, and other children also scared him, saying that losing teeth would kill him.
Liu Jingheng pursed his lips. He had to find an excuse to get rid of the corn.
Thinking back carefully to the plot, the original owner, in order to highlight her philanthropic saintly persona, was saddened by the exorbitant price of caviar during dinner with Qin Chuyao. Qin Chuyao did not ask, but began to analyze himself:
"I heard that many people will directly cut open the stomachs of live fish to extract the eggs to ensure the caviar is absolutely fresh. I... really can't eat it. Just treat me like a wild boar who can't eat fine bran."
But Liu Jingheng's "careful recollection" was just a haphazard mix of patchwork and finally she said:
"I... I really can't eat any more. I only eat bran."
Qin Chuyao on the opposite side couldn't stand it anymore: "What are you, a wild boar, eating bran?"
Qin Du raised his eyes, and Qin Chuyao immediately shut up.
Qin Du gently stroked the fork handle with his fingertips, as if he was lost in thought.
After a long time, he called Uncle Li and whispered something in his ear. Uncle Li took the order and ran to get a cowhide box. He opened it, and the silver light shone brightly under the spotlight.
A row of oddly shaped silver tools were displayed on the black velvet.
Uncle Li brought a white porcelain basin. Qin Du washed his hands first, and the rest of the people followed suit with an ambiguous smile on Uncle Li's face.
When they reacted, there was a new plate in front of each of them, each with a small piece of corn on it.
Several people looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Qin Du's hand.
Qin Du disinfected the silver tools one by one, washed and dried them with mineral water, picked up a piece of corn and scalded it in boiling water for a few minutes, and then used a grain spatula to peel off the corn kernels one by one.
Everyone thought that this was the end, but who could have imagined that in this large-scale obedience test called "Liu Jingheng", Qin Du, who was excellent in everything, would also stand out.
He fixed the scalded corn kernels in a pair of sharp tweezers, and then used a pair of thinner tweezers to gently peel off the thin film on the surface of the corn kernels, making them look like carvings.
Everyone: “…”
Qin Chuyao looked at the old man for help, but saw that the old man had put on reading glasses and squinted his eyes, trying to peel off the outer skin of the corn kernel in his hand.
What the hell is this baby literature?!
Half an hour later, Qin Chuyao, who had peeled half a plate of corn kernels, threw them down and said: What am I doing!
The old man's eyes were blurry and his hands were shaking like Parkinson's. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this enough?"
Qin Du took a look and said, "Almost done."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and just as they stretched themselves out, they sat up tensely again.
As everyone's gaze continued to shift, Qin Du took the bowl full of skinless corn kernels to the kitchen to steam them, and then used a food processor to blend them into a fine paste.
A bowl of corn paste that was tortured and whipped after death finally arrived in front of Liu Jingheng after more than an hour.
Liu Jingheng was stunned, and the half-peeled corn kernels in her hand fell to the ground.
He didn't know why these people were gathering together to peel corn kernels without eating. Liu Jingheng, trying to find a sense of collective comfort, also joined in reluctantly.
On this day, he finally witnessed the evil nature of human nature.
Qin Du made a "please" gesture and said to Liu Jingheng:
"Eat the finest chaff of the finest chaff, and you won't be allowed to cry anymore."
If she keeps acting like a spoiled brat, he'll have to plant corn himself.
Liu Jingheng ate a big bowl of corn porridge with tears in her eyes.
Woo, delicious.
…
Late at night, Qin Du came out of the shower, opened the iPad document, and wrote carefully:
9.2
Weight: 116.4 (0.7 more than yesterday)
High pressure: 131 (normal)
Low pressure: 89
Pulse rate: 93 (normal)
Note: Temperatures will drop tomorrow, humidity will be 43%, and southerly winds will be force 3-4, so a light jacket is recommended.
Instead of rushing to sleep, he opened the recommended recipe, decided on tomorrow's meal, and contacted the supplier, requiring that the animals must be picked and slaughtered that morning.
Qin Du didn't know what else he could do for Liu Jingheng, but if there was anything, he would accept it.
Qin Du closed his eyes, leaned his tall body against the back of the chair, and tilted his head back.
If only I could suffer for him.
In the old man’s room downstairs, three people sat in a circle with serious expressions.
The old man spoke first:
"Qin Du... donated all 1,300 kilograms of uranium, which is worth over 100 million yuan..."
Uncle Li then listed the crimes:
"The driver said that Mr. Qin went to donate blood. The blood donation business is very shady these days. Mr. Qin is already in the spotlight, with many friends and enemies. I'm afraid that one day, at a crime scene, there will be Mr. Qin's DNA everywhere..."
Qin Chuyao echoed: "I didn't even get a single kernel of corn after all the hard work of peeling it. Heart disease can't be cured with just one or two surgeries. It requires long-term maintenance. I'm afraid..."
Old man: "I'm afraid too..."
The image that came to my mind was that I was so old that I couldn't move, and I had to use a machine to lift my fingers to peel corn kernels.
Uncle Li pursed his lips and said, "Just bear with it a little longer. It's all for Jingjing."
The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."
Qin Chuyao was not happy: "Why should I..."
Suddenly a bank card came and blocked his mouth.
*
The next day.
At nine o'clock, Liu Jingheng was still asleep and was forcibly pulled out of bed by Qin Du.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Qin Du asked.
Liu Jingheng rubbed her sleepy eyes, and as she rubbed them, she became more alert:
"No... no, I'm not in a hurry."
Thinking of the Three Gorges Dam flood discharge project that had completely destroyed her dignity during her hospitalization, Liu Jingheng could not bear to hear the word "bathroom" from Qin Du's mouth.
"You must leave for the United States by the end of next month at the latest. I have to go to the company to deal with the backlog of work in the next few days. If you don't go now, I'll have to trouble the maid to take you while I'm away."
"You're busy, I'm really not in a hurry..."
Qin Du sighed:
"Okay, call me if you have anything."
Before leaving, he glanced at the camera that had just been installed in the room.
Qin Du attaches great importance to personal privacy, so apart from the public areas in the house, Liu Jingheng's room is the only private space where a camera is installed.
When he got to the company, Qin Du put the real-time monitoring aside and devoted himself to his work.
But he was a little absent-minded, and would take a look at his iPad from time to time.
An hour had passed since Uncle Li took Liu Jingheng back from breakfast, and Liu Jingheng had been staring out the window in a daze.
Qin Du tapped the screen. It wasn't until Uncle Li brought in the fruit that he was sure that there was nothing wrong with the surveillance.
Seeing that Liu Jingheng had nothing to do, Uncle Li turned on the home theater and asked him if there was any movie he wanted to watch.
Liu Jingheng thought for a long time and shook her head.
But Uncle Li didn't want to watch him get old, so he just found a news channel for Liu Jingheng to pass the time.
A clear and melodious news report came from the screen:
"According to the latest regulations issued by the financial regulatory authorities, supervision of the private lending market will be strengthened starting this month.
It is reported that in early August, through information provided by private enterprises, our city's financial regulatory authorities, in collaboration with the police, cracked a case of violent loan sharking and debt collection, arresting six suspects. The case is currently under investigation.
The camera turned and the host's face was replaced by several tall and strong men. Although their faces were blurred, the bruises could not be concealed.
Liu Jingheng's fingers suddenly tightened and her heart beat out of rhythm.
Although the faces of several suspects involved in violent debt collection on the screen were blurred, the tattoos on their bodies looked very familiar to Liu Jingheng.
With Liu Jingheng's brain capacity, he had obviously forgotten about this matter before. When he saw these social scum who caused him to be seriously injured and hospitalized all wearing fashionable bracelets, a warm feeling surged in his heart.
Liu Jingheng clenched her fist and slowly raised it up. After a while, her thumb popped out.
Qin Du, who was outside the surveillance camera, saw this scene and raised the corners of his lips in relief.
During the time that Liu Jingheng was injured and hospitalized, Qin Du was busy contacting top cardiologists from all over the world. He also took time to deal with the illegal loan issue, providing evidence to the police and eradicating these evil forces hiding underground through fishing.
He was also curious about why Liu Jingheng would get involved in such a thing. He was obviously penniless. If he could really borrow so much money, he might as well find a good place to live a happy life so that he wouldn't end up not being able to afford even a piece of clothing.
While he was deep in thought, the phone suddenly rang in the surveillance video.
Qin Du looked over and saw Liu Jingheng standing there like a piece of wood, not knowing what she was thinking about. When the ringtone stopped and rang again, he finally reacted and slowly picked up the phone.
The person who called was Cheng Yunqing.
"Jingheng, what's wrong? Are you feeling better?" Cheng Yunqing asked.
"right."
"I'm packing my things at your place. You... aren't planning on coming back to live here, are you?"
"right."
"Is there anything you need that I can bring to you?"
Liu Jingheng was about to say no when a text message suddenly popped up on her phone.
He was silent for a moment and said:
"There's a document being delivered, can you please bring it to me?"
Qin Du, who was outside the surveillance, heard this and after a moment, he turned off the computer, stood up, took the car keys, and casually called his secretary over:
"I have to go out for something important. I'll be having trouble if you can help me receive the foreign guests when they come."
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