Chapter 8 Qi Donghan delivered the medicine
Chapter 8
When Zhou Jingsong suddenly heard the name of the medicine, he was quite surprised. The astonishment on his face was so obvious that even the white gauze covering it could not hide it.
Seeing him like this.
Qi Donghan frowned, his hand pausing as he peeled the apple. "What's wrong?"
Zhou Jingsong didn't hide it. He joked, "Isn't it because I'm blind? My family was worried that no one would take care of me in the future, so they introduced me to a blind date. The other person just asked me to find this drug, Demerol."
"I didn't expect you to deliver it. What a coincidence."
Qi Donghan handed the peeled apple to Zhou Jingsong, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of scrutiny and danger in them. "Demerol is a controlled drug, and it contains highly addictive components. Why would an ordinary person want this drug?"
Zhou Jingsong actually knew a little about it. "She said that her friend's father was terminally ill, and ordinary painkillers were no longer effective. Only controlled drugs like Demerol would work."
"It was Dr. Ning who told them. As you know, Dr. Ning's medical skills are superb."
"If he can recommend this drug, it means the other person is really not doing well."
His eyes hurt a little, and after talking for a while, the gauze he was wearing became soaked with dark red blood, which made Zhou Jingsong grit his teeth.
Upon seeing this, Qi Donghan immediately went to call a doctor, but Zhou Jingsong stopped him, weakly pulling him along, "No need, you'll get used to it."
"This is what eyeball damage looks like."
Qi Donghan pursed his lips, the muscles on his arm, which was being pulled, bulged, stretching the fabric of his shirt and creating a distinct curve.
"You still want to give up Demerol?"
His voice was cold, even suppressing his anger.
Zhou Jingsong looked up, and even though he couldn't see, he could still pinpoint Qi Donghan's face with perfect accuracy. He smiled bitterly and said, "Old Qi, Dolantin is addictive and can numb the nerves. And I used to be a sniper."
"As long as I want to go back to the station, I can't use morphine."
"You know that."
Qi Donghan didn't speak, pacing back and forth in the ward. After a long while, he finally said, "The eyes are not like other places, they are too fragile. Old Zhou, you will be in so much pain that you will die."
Zhou Jingsong raised his hand to touch his bandaged eyes, his tone firm, "I'd rather die from the pain than not be able to return to the garrison!"
Qi Donghan stood at the door of the ward. He was tall and heavy, almost heroic.
He stared at Zhou Jingsong. "Does it really have to be this way?"
"Yes," Zhou Jingsong said gently, "Old Qi, there is no other choice."
"Give me the morphine, and I will give it to Zhao Yueru."
Qi Donghan remained silent, simply standing at the door, his tall figure stretched long by the light.
Like a lone wolf.
"Why are you the one who came this time?"
Knowing that Qi Donghan was resistant, Zhou Jingsong changed the subject.
Qi Donghan understood what he meant. After a while, he took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pants pocket, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth but didn't smoke it. He just held the cigarette butt in his mouth, a thin wisp of hair hanging from his eyebrows. "I was annoyed by Qi Changming, so I came out to see you."
"What happened to Changming?"
Qi Donghan toyed with his cigarette, twirling it between his index and middle fingers, his attitude casual. "This kid's childhood sweetheart from the countryside is coming to him to fulfill the engagement, but he doesn't have the courage to break it off, so he wants to go through my channels."
Zhou Jingsong, like Qi Donghan, was also very principled. He said, "Then it's Changming's fault, and it's right for you to run away."
"From the moment this kid joined the army, I felt that he lacked a certain kindness, and now it seems that I was right."
How can a childhood betrothal be broken off so easily?
They have absolutely no sense of contractual obligation.
Qi Donghan grunted, put away the twirling cigarette and into the cigarette case. Too lazy to mention Qi Changming, he thought it was bad luck, so he said, "I'll give you the medicine. You can focus on the surgery."
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After saying goodbye to Zhao Yueru, Meng Yingying, worried about her father at home, hurriedly bought some Chinese medicine and rushed home.
Whether traditional Chinese medicine works or not, Meng Yingying doesn't actually know; she only knows that many times she seeks peace of mind.
She hoped her father could hold on.
Keep going, keep going.
The Meng family.
After seeing Meng Yingying leave, Uncle Meng went straight to her door, bringing Dunzi with him.
That is, Uncle Meng's adopted son.
Uncle Meng couldn't conceive after getting married, so he adopted Dunzi. However, later, after Uncle Meng had his own biological child...
So they returned the stool, but over the years the two families have maintained a relationship based on kinship.
At this moment, Uncle Meng's visit was clearly purposeful. Before he even entered the door, he heard Meng Baichuan's heart-wrenching cough from inside.
Uncle Meng, ever the friendly type, walked over to the table, picked up the tin thermos, grabbed the enamel mug, poured Meng Baichuan a glass of water, and handed it to him to comfort him.
"Baichuan, look at how terminally ill you are. It seems you won't last much longer. What will happen to Yingying if you leave?"
When Meng Baichuan saw him bring the stool over, he knew that the other party had no good intentions. He struggled to knock the enamel mug out of Uncle Meng's hand, saying, "I don't need your fake kindness."
With a bang.
The enamel mug was overturned, and scalding hot water splashed onto Uncle Meng's hand, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Meng Baichuan!"
"Don't be so stubborn."
"You're about to die, who will come to visit you besides us relatives? Do you think Meng Yingying will have a better life if you don't give the house to our Meng family?"
"Let me tell you, you're wrong. Do you know how many people in this village are watching when you're going to die? Do you know how many families in this village want to marry Meng Yingying?"
“Meng Baichuan, wake up! Marrying Yingying to Dunzi is a good idea. At least Dunzi used to be surnamed Meng, and I am surnamed Meng too. If she marries into the family, she will still be a member of the Meng family.”
"Don't worry, everyone in the Meng family will treat her well. You're leaving now."
Meng Baichuan sneered, "If you really cared about Yingying, you wouldn't have come to visit so many times."
"You surnamed Meng, do you think I don't know what you're up to?"
Having his true colors exposed, Uncle Meng stopped pretending. "Yes, I do have ulterior motives, but at least I'm surnamed Meng. Even if I wanted to exploit someone who had no descendants, I wouldn't go so far as to kill Meng Yingying."
“There are 133 households in the village, and 33 of them have unmarried sons. Do you think those people don’t want to have children who have no descendants?”
"Meng Baichuan, open your eyes and look around. How many people are envious of your two-story house? While you're alive, that knife can still intimidate them. But now that you're dead, do you really think Meng Yingying can withstand the weight of those two stories?"
Meng Baichuan was breathing heavily and couldn't speak.
Uncle Meng grabbed Dunzi. Although Dunzi was thin, he looked energetic. "You watched Dunzi grow up. He's a kind and honest man. You can rest assured about marrying Yingying to him."
Meng Baichuan looked up at Dunzi. He was a fierce tiger, and even a dying tiger had a murderous look in his eyes.
Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at like that, Dunzi called out, "Second Uncle."
"If you want to acknowledge me as your second uncle, you can't marry Yingying."
"Yingying has—"
Meng Baichuan was speaking when he suddenly realized that if his elder brother found out that Yingying had a childhood betrothed in the garrison, she might not be able to leave the village after he died.
Thinking about this...
Meng Baichuan immediately swallowed the rest of his words and said, "Get out."
"All of you, get out!"
Uncle Meng refused, but Dunzi dragged him out and tried to persuade him, "Dad, you don't want to anger your second uncle to death, do you?"
Everyone knew that Meng Baichuan was going to die, but Meng Baichuan could not die at the hands of Uncle Meng.
If he angers Meng Baichuan to death, he'll be the talk of the town.
Uncle Meng realized something and turned to Meng Baichuan, saying, "Baichuan, I'm giving you another chance. Think it over carefully."
Once is never enough, twice is never enough.
"Rather than marrying Yingying to the cripple in the east or the idiot in the west, you'd be better off marrying her to Dunzi, one of our own—"
Before he could finish speaking, a rough porcelain bowl containing important items was smashed out.
"roll!"
Uncle Meng angrily turned and left, saying, "You're really biting the hand that feeds you! You don't appreciate kindness!"
As soon as he turned around and went outside, he bumped into Meng Yingying, who was returning from the city. Meng Yingying was wearing a white dress, her figure was plump and radiant, and she looked both well-behaved and beautiful.
This left Uncle Meng somewhat dazed. He subconsciously reached out his hand, "Yingying, you've really changed a lot as you grow up."
"She's so beautiful, she should get married."
Meng Yingying was thoroughly annoyed by the maliciousness. She kept a straight face and smiled, "I think Uncle still has a lot of charm. He is at the perfect age to get married."
After saying this, she didn't even look at Uncle Meng's reaction, turned around and ran home, slamming the door shut.
Only when the door is closed can she feel a little safer.
Outside.
Uncle Meng was teased and didn't react at first. After he did, he was stunned for a while before asking Dunzi next to him, "What did she mean by that?"
Dunzi said with a simple smile, "Yingying said you still have your charm."
"I'll make you marry me!" she deliberately echoed, trying to sound malicious.
Uncle Meng, "..."
Uncle Meng jumped up in anger and pounded the stool, shouting, "You little brat! I'm your father! You think I'd marry you? You dare to marry me?"
Dunzi looked at his still-handsome father and smiled, "Dad, if you dare to marry, I dare to marry you."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng was so angry that he took off his shoes and chased after him, hitting him in all directions.
inside the house.
Meng Yingying stood behind the door and listened for a while. After confirming that they had all left, she patted her chest in relief and turned to go inside to find Meng Baichuan.
"Dad, they didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
"Yingying, they didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
The father and daughter said the same thing at that moment.
Meng Yingying didn't want her father to worry, so she shook her head decisively, "No, I just upset my uncle."
"Don't call him uncle, he doesn't deserve it."
Mentioning Uncle Meng filled Meng Baichuan with anger. Neither of them wanted to trouble the other, so they changed the subject, "Did you go see your good friend?"
Meng Yingying nodded and leaned on Meng Baichuan's shoulder. "Dad, I went to find Yue Ru and found out about a really good pain reliever."
"Wait for me, I'll definitely get it for you."
"And Dad," Meng Yingying said softly, "I want to transfer the house to Yue Ru's name later."
"As long as the house is not in my possession, nor in the possession of the Meng family, and as long as my third uncle comes to watch over the house, then the house is safe."
Meng Baichuan never expected that his daughter would make such a big decision without saying a word.
"Have you thought it through before transferring the property to Yue Ru?"
Meng Yingying nodded, "I've thought it through."
"First, I know her well; she's upright and honest. Second, Yue Ru is from the city, so it wouldn't be easy for my uncle and his family to cause her trouble. Third, Yue Ru's family is wealthy and wouldn't even look at our house."
Meng Baichuan also roughly knew that Zhao Yueru's family was a large capitalist family, and she was also a capitalist's daughter.
He gazed at Meng Yingying for a long while before saying, "My Yingying has grown up."
"Since you have a plan, then let's do it your way."
"Dad hopes that you and Yue Ru can be well."
No sooner had she said that than a voice came from outside, "Meng Yingying, the brigade headquarters has your phone number."
Meng Yingying suddenly stood up. "Dad, there must be news about Yue Ru's medicine. I'll go answer the phone."
“Dad, if I get Dolantin back, you’ll definitely be able to sleep soundly tonight.”
Seeing his daughter, who was usually so quiet, rushing out in such a hurry, Meng Baichuan felt a sharp pang of heartache.
Meng Yingying went to the brigade headquarters and waited for five minutes before the telephone rang. Meng Yingying answered it immediately.
Over there, Zhao Yueru's voice came out in rapid succession, "Yingying, Zhou Jingsong's comrade gave him some Demerol, come and get it quickly!"
A note from the author:
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