Seeing that Wen Yiran did know Zhou Xi, Hu Zhongliang quickly came forward and said, "Secretary Wen, that's great. Since this old man can treat Madam Wen's illness, why don't you go to the ward and see Madam Wen!"
Feng Xueying's complexion became worse day by day, and Hu Zhongliang's pressure became greater day by day. Seeing that a "savior" like Zhou Xi had fallen from the sky, how could he not ask him for help?
Zhou Xi smiled at Hu Zhongliang, who felt a slight fever on his face. Just now, Hu Zhongliang had stopped Zhou Xi from entering Feng Xueying's ward, saying, "What if your treatment ruins it?"
Less than ten minutes had passed, and Hu Zhongliang's words had taken a complete turn. Even if Hu Zhongliang was thick-skinned, he felt a little overwhelmed at this moment.
"Doctor Hu, thank you for your hard work. You have spent a lot of time and effort on Xueying's illness during this period." Wen Yiran was able to sit in the position of secretary of the municipal party committee, so he was naturally good at observing people's words and expressions. He saw that Hu Zhongliang was uncomfortable, so he quickly said something nice and affirmed Hu Zhongliang's efforts over the past few days.
"Secretary Wen, it's not hard work. Saving the dying and healing the wounded is a doctor's duty. It's a pity that I'm not well-trained enough to do that for Madam Wen..." Hu Zhongliang suddenly felt warm inside. These days, Hu Zhongliang often worked overtime at the hospital late into the night. Every morning, before other doctors came to work, Hu Zhongliang came to the hospital to observe Feng Xueying's condition. Of course, Hu Zhongliang would not tell these little things to take credit in front of Wen Yiran. Although he had not been able to find the cause of Feng Xueying's illness, he had been working hard to find it.
The best compliment for a doctor's efforts is the recognition from the patient's family. It has nothing to do with Wen Yiran's identity and status. This makes Hu Zhongliang feel more comfortable than anything else.
Zhou Xi walked in front, but the movements of Wen Yiran and Hu Zhongliang behind him did not escape his eyes. Seeing Wen Yiran's behavior, Zhou Xi finally understood why his master, General Zhou, valued him so much. In terms of his interpersonal skills, Wen Yiran was probably the most outstanding among the younger generations of the Wen family.
Alas! What a pity that the Zhou family has no successor!
Zhou Xi's mind suddenly flashed back to the face of the young man he had seen in Sanhe Town a few days ago. If his young master were still alive, he might look similar to that young man. His figure would be as tall and strong, his personality would be as generous, and his eyebrows and eyes would be as similar to his old master's...
Zhou Xi shook his head, clearing the image from his mind. He didn't know what had happened recently, but ever since he met that young man, he'd often think of him. If it weren't for Old K's mischief, Zhou Xi might have stayed in Sanhe Town and thoroughly investigated Zhou Zhixin's identity.
After Zhou Xi returned to Kyoto, he didn't dare mention Zhou Zhixin to General Zhou. General Zhou, a strong man, shed countless tears for his grandson who died young. General Zhou's poor health was largely due to a knot in his heart.
At the door of Feng Xueying's ward, Wen Yulong hesitated for a while before slowly walking in. If Wang Qiuyan, who was standing by the bed, was not someone Wen Yulong was familiar with, Wen Yulong almost thought he had come to the wrong place.
Feng Xueying was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed on the hospital bed. The skin on her face was very loose, and there were several deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She didn't look like the graceful mother in Wen Yulong's memory at all.
The world has changed dramatically, and things and people are no longer the same.
Unexpectedly, these words flashed through Wen Yulong's mind.
In Wen Yulun's impression, her mother has always been beautiful and elegant. Wen Yulun never thought that one day, her beautiful and elegant mother would become so old.
Perhaps it was the bond between mother and child, after Wen Yulong walked into the ward, Feng Xueying on the hospital bed opened her eyes.
"Boss, are you back?" Feng Xueying blinked, fearing that the person beside the bed was just an illusion. Ever since she had sent Wen Yiran to the hospital, Feng Xueying had been under great pressure. The second son, Wen Yuxiang, had been busy with work and had no time to go home. The youngest son, Wen Yulun, was in the same boat with the old man, so Feng Xueying could not complain to him. Only the eldest son, Wen Yulong, was the one Feng Xueying felt understood her best. Feng Xueying would chatter to Wen Yulong about some things, and Wen Yulong would not be annoyed.
"Mom, my son is back." Wen Yulong nodded, holding back the tears in his eyes and answered.
Seeing Wen Yulong, Feng Xueying even forgot about her face, which bothered her. She stretched out her hands from the hospital bed and said repeatedly: "Come, Yulong, come to Mom and let Mom take a good look at you."
Wen Yulong saw Feng Xueying's outstretched hands. They were no longer as round as they had been last year, with almost no flesh on the backs of their hands. It made him sad. Since entering the house, Wen Yulong had not had time to ask his sister-in-law Wang Qiuyan what illness his mother had.
Facing Feng Xueying's call at this time, Wen Yulong had no time to ask Wang Qiuyan, so he had to quickly walk to the bed, sit on the edge of the bed, and let Feng Xueying hold his hand.
The coldness of her hand made Wen Yulong's heart sink. Feng Xueying's hand was so thin that it was just skin and bones, and the veins on the back of her hand were visibly exposed. This unusual coldness, this strange thinness, did all this mean that his mother's condition was not optimistic?
Wang Qiuyan was a discerning person. When Wen Yulong entered the ward, she simply smiled and nodded, a greeting. Seeing Feng Xueying's eagerness to see Wen Yulong, Wang Qiuyan's expression remained unchanged. She silently took the basket from Wen Yulong and took out the food piece by piece.
The aroma of food emanated and gradually filled the entire ward.
Feng Xueying, who had just been holding Wen Yulong's hand and expressing her feelings of parting, smelled the aroma of food and sat up eagerly, calling out, "Qiuyan? Is there anything to eat? Hurry and serve me a bowl."
In the past few days, Wang Qiuyan has become accustomed to Feng Xueying's behavior and didn't take it seriously. However, Wen Yulong was shocked by Feng Xueying's performance.
Feng Xueying was an elegant person, and she even chewed her food slowly. Wen Yulong had never seen Feng Xueying so eager that she wanted to pounce on the food.
While Wen Yulong was stunned, Feng Xueying had already wolfed down her breakfast with the help of Wang Qiuyan. Aunt Wang prepared a rich breakfast for Feng Xueying. In addition to a large bowl of cabbage and pork dumplings, there were four boiled eggs and a large plate of braised pork feet.
Wen Yulong remembered that over the years, Feng Xueying never ate meat for breakfast. Even though Wen Yiran liked dumplings, meat and noodles for breakfast, Feng Xueying insisted on eating her multi-grain porridge, saying that eating a light breakfast was good for the body.
But now, Feng Xueying actually ate all the braised pork trotters that even Wen Yulong felt sick of just by looking at them.
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