Chapter 25 Obsession
Obsession: the never-give-up pursuit of something. In recent years, it has gradually acquired the meaning of click-dunk literature because it has appeared in various love words.
When the two arrived at the hospital, the operation was already over.
My uncle was originally sitting in the corridor. When he saw them coming, he stood up and nodded politely to Fu Guanshan.
"Your father suddenly called me at night and said that his waist hurt terribly and his legs didn't obey his will. He couldn't even walk. I sent him to the hospital and the doctor said there was a problem with his lumbar spine," the uncle pointed to the darkened operating room, "and the doctor did something...something like decompression. He just came out and said the operation was a success."
Meng Chu breathed a sigh of relief and thanked his uncle.
"You've been up all night, go home and rest first," Fu Guanshan said, "We'll watch over you here."
The uncle yawned and thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, call me if you need anything."
He glanced at Meng Chu: "By the way, have you contacted Jining recently?"
"It was when the two families were having dinner," Meng Chu said, "What happened to him?"
"I called him, but his phone was turned off," the uncle said. "If you can get in touch with him, ask him to come back. He is your father after all."
This sentence made Meng Chu a little embarrassed: "Okay, I'll tell him."
My uncle walked away with a hunched back.
Meng Chu took out his cell phone, sent a message to Meng Jining, and called her, but there was no response. He frowned and said to Guan Shan, "I'll ask the doctor about the situation first."
"I'll go with you."
The doctor's explanation was both reassuring and worrying: "It's an acute lumbar disc herniation. When it occurs, the muscles of the lower limbs become numb, so there will be temporary paralysis-like symptoms. After the operation, it will gradually recover. Does he walk a lot?"
"Our home is quite remote," Meng Chu said. "It's not very convenient to buy groceries or take the bus."
"Then you should remind him," the doctor said, "not to bend over, sit for long periods of time, or do strenuous exercise."
They thanked the doctor and walked into the ward. Meng Changqing was still sleeping under the effect of anesthesia.
Meng Chu looked at the old face, then picked up the phone and called Meng Jining, but it was still turned off.
"I just booked a hotel next door," Meng Chu looked at Fu Guanshan, "You should go to sleep soon. You've been driving for several hours."
"I'm used to staying up late," Fu Guanshan said, "You go ahead, we'll take over in a few hours."
"No," Meng Chu was unusually firm, "This is my father, I have to see him wake up. You go to sleep first, I'll lie by the bed for a while."
Fu Guanshan looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just sighed and left as instructed.
Meng Chu sent an email to the academic affairs office to coordinate the substitute teaching, and then sent a message to the students in the group to inform them that he would not be in school for the next two days.
The anesthesia gradually wore off, but Meng Changqing was still in an unconscious state. Perhaps he felt the pain, and he vaguely wanted to turn over. Meng Chu sat beside the bed to comfort him, and advised him to be patient for a while, and it would be fine after 6 hours.
Gradually, Meng Changqing woke up, and finally, when the sunlight shone into the ward, he opened his eyes.
Meng Chu stood up beside the bed, feeling a pain in his back and waist: "Dad is awake? Do you want some water?"
Meng Changqing's eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, round and round.
Meng Chu knew what he was looking for. "Jining's phone is off," Meng Chu said, "I haven't told him yet."
Meng Changqing's brows relaxed slightly, then frowned again in worry: "He hasn't called home for a long time."
Meng Chu was silent for a while, then said, "Then I'll call him again later."
"Tell him to stop working so hard," Meng Changqing said, "and come home when he's free. He's been coming home less and less this year... You two brothers have a good relationship, so he'll listen to you."
Meng Chu was speechless.
Good relationship?
In Meng Changqing's eyes, the two of them are actually a family that loves each other and is friendly to each other?
However, by now, there is no point in digging up the past. The patient in bed likes to imagine the deep love between brothers and sisters, so let him do it.
"I understand." Meng Chu said.
Meng Changqing moved his shoulders: "Hey, can you turn over now?"
The doctor reminded him to keep the spinal axis consistent when turning over, so Meng Chu carefully supported his shoulders and hips and helped him slowly lie on his side.
Finally freeing himself from the stiff posture, Meng Changqing let out a comfortable sigh. He looked at Meng Chu and said gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work. You came here so late. You must have stayed up all night, right?"
He held Meng Chu's hand, and Meng Chu's tone unconsciously softened a little: "It's okay, I'm not far away."
"Ah, it's tiring to come here. You're so busy at work..." Meng Changqing said, "When you get old, you really have to rely on your children."
Meng Chu looked at the pair of eyes that were no longer young and suddenly felt a secret joy.
The moment Meng Jining's call didn't go through, the moment Meng Jining didn't arrive at the operating room, he had a flash of evil pleasure.
Look, your own son, whom you love so much, has been spoiled and worked hard for, but he is no different to you.
When things get serious, there is no adopted son you can rely on.
Meng Changqing looked at him and was about to say something when the door of the ward opened and Fu Guanshan walked in with two bags of things: "I brought you breakfast...Uncle, you're awake!"
Meng Changqing looked at him in surprise. After two seconds, he nodded: "Ah... yes..."
"When I heard that you were ill, Mengchu was so worried that he came here right away," Fu Guanshan handed the bun to Mengchu and then handed him the soy milk with a straw. "I told him all the way that uncle was blessed by heaven and would be fine. Look, it turned out to be true. The doctor said that the operation was a success and you will be able to be discharged in two days!"
"Oh..." He spoke so quickly and loudly that Meng Changqing was a little unable to keep up.
"Are you relieved now?" Fu Guanshan said to Meng Chu, "Look at the dark circles under your eyes. Go to sleep. I'll stay here."
Meng Chu was not modest and stood up with breakfast in hand: "Thank you."
Meng Changqing watched them change shifts, and when he saw Meng Chu was about to leave, he suddenly called him, "Meng Chu."
Meng Chu turned around.
"If there is still no news about Jining," Meng Changqing said, "you should try to find out. I'm afraid something has happened to him."
Meng Chu froze for a moment, then responded and slowly walked out the door.
The familiar, old feeling of depression came back. Meng Chu tried to catch up on his sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tossed and turned. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and anxiously opened his phone to look for the person he didn't want to contact.
Maybe she had gotten up, so her cell phone was not turned off, but she hung up as soon as he called her.
Meng Chu stared at the phone, feeling unbelievable.
It was not until the afternoon that Meng Jining replied.
- Sorry, I'm in a meeting just now. Please tell Dad that I'm really busy recently and can't spare the time. I will go back to see him when I'm free.
From this morning till now, the emotions have accumulated to the point of explosion. Meng Chu felt like a string in his brain broke: Why should I tell you this? You go and say it yourself!
——You don’t know, every time I call my dad, he has to talk for half an hour. Wouldn’t it save you a lot of trouble if you could just tell him for me?
Meng Chu was furious: I can’t say this!
He didn't dare to imagine what Meng Changqing's reaction would be if he heard what he just said. He was unwilling to clean up the mess for Meng Jining and comfort the emotional damage caused to Meng Jining.
——Then can you help me make up a more decent reason?
Why should he... Meng Chu took a deep breath, and his superb ability to suppress his emotions was about to fail: I also have a job, I am also very busy, I don’t have time to pass on your message, you...
Before he finished typing, a sentence popped up on the other side:
——Sorry, the director is calling me, I have to leave first, please, brother!
The message ended here, and no matter what Meng Chu sent, there was no response from the other side.
Meng Chu stared at the screen in disbelief and called again, but the phone was turned off again.
He looked at the time and it was time for a shift change. Fu Guanshan hadn't slept for long, so he had to take a nap. He returned to the hospital in a daze. Fu Guanshan was sitting on the accompanying chair, peeling an apple with his long legs crossed. From time to time, family members of patients gathered outside, discussing whether the man was the officer in "Xiangyang" who was shot three times but survived.
"You're here," Fu Guanshan saw him come in and stopped peeling the apple. He thought it was for the patient, but he didn't expect Fu Guanshan to put it in his mouth and take a crisp bite. "The doctor came to see me and said that all indicators are normal."
"Thank you." Meng Chu handed over a few take-away boxes. Considering Fu Guanshan's picky eating habits, he would definitely not like the hospital food. He picked the best-reviewed restaurant nearby and ordered a few signature dishes.
Fu Guanshan took it and untied the disposable chopsticks in a cool manner: "My wife still loves me."
Normally, he would feel a little embarrassed if someone called him that in front of outsiders. But today, something was on his mind, so Meng Chu subconsciously replied, "As long as it tastes good."
Meng Changqing coughed and looked up at Meng Chu. The expectant look on his face made Meng Chu feel mixed emotions.
"Jining said he had something to do and will come back to see you later." He said it simply, without any embellishment or euphemism.
Fu Guanshan stopped and frowned.
"Oh..." Meng Changqing thought for a moment and lowered his head. "It's okay. It's not a serious illness. Why did you come back? Now is the rising period. Running around will delay work." He looked at Fu Guanshan. "You don't know that Jining has been ambitious since he was a child. It must be the critical moment of the project..."
Fu Guanshan chewed it for a few times and looked as if he found it difficult to swallow.
"If it doesn't taste good, I'll go to another store and buy it," said Meng Chu.
"No need," Fu Guanshan stood up, "Let's go out to eat together. The nurse is here too."
Meng Chu was stunned: "Nurse?"
"I just invited him," Fu Guanshan said. "I'm sorry, uncle, Meng Chu is also very busy at work, and the circuit design field cannot be separated from him for a moment. After dinner, we will go back. The nurse has our phone number. If there is anything, we will come here immediately."
Meng Changqing was stunned for a while before responding slowly: "Ah... In this case... Be careful on the road."
Fu Guanshan pulled Meng Chu over and said, "Then you have a good rest. We are leaving first."
Meng Chu followed him out of the ward. He was in a daze all the way. Only when he got in the car did he remember to say thank you to him.
"You're going to give me back the money for the caregiver?"
"Just thank you," Meng Chu said, "Thank you for always being with me."
Fu Guanshan raised his eyebrows and looked at him. After a while, he said, "If you've made progress, I'll let you go for now."
"Let go? Let go of what?"
"To be honest," Fu Guanshan pinched his face, "Don't think I forgot."
Meng Chu rubbed the painful place where he was pinched. real? Did he just give up asking questions?
"Now is not a good time," he said. "Wait until later, when you can say thank you to me."
Meng Chu lowered his head and smiled slightly. "But..." he said, "I have already found someone to take my class tomorrow..."
"Isn't that perfect?" Fu Guanshan said, "Just take it as another day off. I kept saying I wanted to look at cars, but I didn't make it until I was almost leaving. There are fewer people during the week, so it's perfect. Go back and catch up on some sleep first, and then we'll go to the Auto City together."
Sounds like a good idea. Meng Chu leaned back in his chair, his expression relieved a little, but it was only for a moment. The hospital gate flashed before his eyes, and the smile that had just appeared disappeared again.
Fu Guanshan sighed. For several weeks, he had tried his best to make Meng Chu a little happy, but now he had become that half-dead man again.
"Are you okay?" he said. "You can lean on my broad shoulders for a while. If not, you can still lean on my strong chest."
Meng Chu seemed to be amused and shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, "I just feel bad."
"What are you unwilling to accept?"
"I know that not everyone is suitable to be a parent," he said. "There are irresponsible parents, and there are parents who can't love their children. But..."
But.
"I know he's not like that. He can be a good father. I saw it with my own eyes. He can do it." Meng Chu looked ahead, as if talking to himself or asking fate, "If he can be a good father, why can't he be mine?"
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