Chapter 106 Chapter 106 The patient is in critical condition
Song Guanshu immediately changed his tone, "When are you free, we can go and get it done."
Jiang Ling snorted softly. Now it was her turn to take advantage of the situation. "You said it's useless, so forget it."
He gently pulled Jiang Ling's hand and shook it, which was his way of acting coquettish. "It can be used. You can't bear to see your daughter without a household registration, right?"
"Oh? Then blame me. I didn't ask you to burn the marriage certificate." Jiang Ling said indifferently, "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame his father."
"Her father has already realized his mistake. Don't argue with him and affect your daughter's hukou registration."
When they reached the bus stop, Jiang Ling pulled her hand back and waved it. She said, "Let's talk about it later. There's no rush anyway. I can do it when I need it."
Song Guanshu just needed to prove with actual actions that he was anxious, very anxious.
However, his anxiety was in vain.
Jiang Ling rushed into the office at the last second before the work bell rang.
When her colleagues saw the smile on her face, they all joked, "What good news is going on today?"
This girl hasn't smiled for several days. Her colleagues noticed it but didn't dare to ask her any questions.
Seeing that she finally smiled, everyone felt happy.
Jiang Ling said sweetly, "As long as I think about working with you all, I feel very happy."
The squad leader is also a small boss in the unit. He cannot show too much favoritism towards Jiang Ling in public, for fear that his colleagues will gossip.
The female colleagues did not have such concerns. They reached out and tapped Jiang Ling, "You are so talkative. It's a waste of talent to be an accountant. Ask the sales department if they need anyone. The salary in the sales department is high, and there are extra incomes. It's better than our finance department."
"No, sister. I can't bear to leave you. I can't go no matter how much salary you offer."
Colleagues in the Finance Department all laughed out loud. Since this girl came, the Finance Department has never been quiet.
At this moment, the office director wearing black-framed glasses stood at the door and knocked. "What's the matter? You look so happy."
"Director, you are here, what can I do for you?"
The office director threw a document over and said, "There is a competition. The Finance Department needs to gather some people to participate."
Everyone looked at Jiang Ling, knowing that she was waiting to participate in the competition and win a prize.
Jiang Ling raised her hand actively, "Director, I'll go."
The director looked her up and down over his glasses and realized that she was the new clerk in the Finance Department.
Logically speaking, Jiang Ling had only been in the company for a few months and her professional level was not well understood, so they should not have dared to let her participate in the competition. What if she brought shame to the company?
He nodded, "Okay, if you Corey thinks it's okay, then it's her."
Anyway, I didn't expect to win a prize. Their unit is not professional and cannot compare with the Finance and Taxation Bureau and other units that deal specifically with money and numbers.
Jiang Ling's colleagues said in unison, "We have no objection."
"Then it's you."
Jiang Ling didn't expect it to be so fast. She thought that after registering, she would at least have to pass the selection first.
After the office director left, Jiang Ling asked her colleagues, "Isn't it a bit too hasty to just make a decision like this?"
Everyone shook their heads. No one thought it was hasty. The main reason was that no one wanted to participate. They would not only not get any prizes but would also be dragged around, which would delay their own work.
After all these years, we finally have someone willing to take the initiative to participate. Why do we still need to select someone?
"Don't worry, no one will compete with you, so there's no need to choose."
Jiang Ling was aiming to win a prize, so she asked colleagues who had taken the exam before what the exam would test, and she then concentrated on preparing for the exam.
While chatting with her colleagues, Jiang Ling saw a hint of gold on her neck.
She pointed at the necklace on the man's neck and asked silently, "Gold?"
The colleague pulled up the collar a little to let her see more clearly.
She nodded and said softly, "You have good taste."
If she really didn't want people to notice that she was wearing a gold necklace, she could have worn a medium-high collared dress to cover it up.
The gold necklace was half-revealed on her neck, just wanting to be noticed, and it would be best if someone would praise her.
Jiang Ling gave a thumbs up and praised, "It looks really good on me."
My colleague was particularly happy, as if his itch had been scratched.
Hu Die thought Jiang Ling was praising her because she wanted to get more information about the exam from her, so she described her in great detail.
"The questions are quite difficult. You are a young girl who has just started working. Just try your best. It's not your fault if you don't win the prize. Our company has bad feng shui, so we are destined not to win any prizes."
The squad leader sitting at the table next to her heard this and was so angry that his eyes widened. He asked what they meant by "there is no chance of winning an award in their unit".
"What era is this? We still talk about fate and luck. We are all party members, so don't believe in feudal superstitions. Your destiny is in your own hands. If you don't learn beforehand, how can you win an award?"
Hu Die looked back unwillingly, "What's wrong with what I said? Other units are saying this about us behind our backs."
The monitor couldn't win the argument with her, so he turned to Jiang Ling and said, "Jiang Ling, go get an award to prove that it's not the feng shui of the unit, but the people's problem."
Inside the office, there was laughter again.
After get off work, Jiang Ling stopped Hu Die and asked, "Sister Xiao Die, where did you buy your necklace?"
Hu Die thought Jiang Ling wanted to buy gold, so she said, "I couldn't get the gold necklace sold in the department store. I bought gold bars from the bank through connections, and then asked an old craftsman to make this necklace."
"If you know someone in a department store, you can ask them to buy the finished product there, or you can find someone to make it."
Jiang Ling could ask someone to buy the finished product, but what she wanted was not a necklace, and she was not sure whether the department store had the style she wanted. After get off work, she went to the department store for a walk before going home.
The gold jewelry in the department store was of only a few styles, and most importantly, none of them looked like what Jiang Ling wanted.
So the next day at work, Jiang Ling asked Hu Die how to contact the master.
Hu Die asked her if she had bought the board materials and learned that Jiang Ling had not bought them yet.
She said, "I'll take you there after you buy the sheets."
She was afraid that the little girl Jiang Ling would be cheated by the old fox, so she thought of going over to help give him courage.
When Jiang Ling was in school, she asked a colleague who worked in a bank to keep an eye out for it.
Even within the bank, it is in great demand.
When other students in the class heard that Jiang Ling wanted help, they also asked that classmate for help.
We are all people with investment vision. Even if the money does not appreciate in value in the future, we can still use it to make gold bracelets and gold necklaces for our wives and children.
There was a demand for nearly thirty sheets of plate material, and this student from the bank worked particularly hard when competing for them internally.
Not only did she get some for all her classmates, but to compensate for her efforts, she also grabbed two more for herself.
Although it was painful to pay for these two pieces of board materials with extremely low price per gram, their price increased dozens of times later. Every time all the classmates saw these two pieces of board materials, they thanked Jiang Ling for her good vision.
Jiang Ling bought a piece of plate material, but only used a small piece of it in the end. Hu Die took her to find a master craftsman.
Give the goldsmith the drawings you have drawn in advance.
It was the first time for the goldsmith to make such jewelry, but the jewelry Jiang Ling wanted was too simple and did not require complicated craftsmanship.
He said, "You don't have to wait 15 days to pick it up. I can print it out for you in two hours."
Hu Die had a constipated expression on her face after hearing Jiang Ling's request. She said, "Uncle Wang, please be serious. We are not in a hurry. Don't fool around. You heard what she said just now. If you want to give something as a gift, you have to be more attentive to it than if you wear it yourself."
The few girls from North City that Jiang Ling met were all as bold and forthright as butterflies and spoke in crisp voices.
The old master blew his beard and glared, "This girl wants a simple style. You should be the same as me. She wants me to carve a Forbidden City on the necklace for you."
Hu Die was not afraid at all. "Plain gold requires higher craftsmanship. Please take your time. There is no rush."
Jiang Ling still needs to be a little anxious because her birthday is coming soon.
However, she did not show her anxiety, but pretended to be caught in a dilemma. "How about this, although I believe you are not a person who fools people, I am really not in a hurry to take it. Slow work makes fine work. I will come back in three days to pick it up. How about that?"
Even if the goods can be shipped in two hours, she can't wait here. If she doesn't go home, Song Guanshu will be angry again.
For two consecutive days, Jiang Ling came home later than before. Song Guanshu wanted to ask her, but was afraid of making her unhappy, so he finally suppressed all his thoughts in his heart.
Before Song Guanshu's birthday, Jiang Ling came to the master to pick up the customized ring.
It was Song Guanshu's birthday, and they couldn't let the birthday boy cook. Jiang Ling didn't want to cook either, so she asked for leave from her boss and left work two hours early.
Hu Die pursed her lips and shook her head. It was only young couples who had a good relationship. A couple of their age would feel sick for three days after a kiss.
Seeing Jiang Ling waiting for him with her hands in her pockets, Song Guanshu's eyes lit up, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Ling pretended to be serious and said, "Can't you come? Let me check to see if you have a mistress hidden in your house."
Song Guanshu was a little at a loss when he heard this, but he was obviously happy in his heart, as this showed that Jiang Ling cared about him.
He coughed lightly, pulled Jiang Ling into the office, and showed it to her openly.
Jiang Ling wasn't really here to check on her, she just wanted to find a topic, and before she saw her, she said, "Okay, I believe you, no need to look."
Song Guanshu was very determined and even opened the drawer of his desk for Jiang Ling to see.
"No."
Watching his actions, Jiang Ling thought speechlessly, is there really someone hiding in the drawer? It must be in pieces.
Just when Song Guanshu was about to pull her to look at the gap behind the cabinet, Jiang Ling stopped him in time, "Okay, okay, I believe you, let's go back. Does going home now count as skipping work?"
His wife finally came to take over his next shift, and he wanted to go home now even if it meant deducting his salary.
Song Guanshu shook his head decisively, "Not really."
Jiang Ling believed him, and when the man passed by the personnel department, he said to the people in the office, "I have to go back first, so I will be considered absent for half a day and my salary will be deducted."
Jiang Ling stopped and said, "Didn't you say it doesn't count?"
Song Guanshu shrugged and said, "The money has already been deducted. It's too late to go back to work now."
The worker in the personnel department was much more perceptive than Chen Xiangyang, and immediately agreed, "Yes."
"Then let's go." It's his birthday today, so he has to get some special treatment. Jiang Ling took him to the restaurant that had been booked long ago. Song Guanshu was still unaware, "Why did you suddenly want to eat out? Do you want to eat Western food recently? I can cook it too."
Jiang Ling opened the menu and ordered a few dishes according to their preferences.
After handing the menu back to the waiter, he said, "Did you forget what day it is today?"
Song Guanshu thought about what day it was today. It was not their wedding anniversary. He even thought about special anniversaries like hundreds of days of marriage, but none of them were it.
He stared at Jiang Ling and asked carefully, "Is it a special day?"
Jiang Ling felt sad when she saw this, but she said in a brisk voice, "Silly boy, today is your birthday."
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you happy?"
He nodded slightly, "Happy."
The waiter brought the birthday cake she had ordered the day before and very considerately put candles on it.
"Make a wish, make a wish for a while longer, I want to take a picture."
Jiang Ling brought a camera with her and found a perfect pose to capture the moment when he closed his eyes and made a wish.
He clasped his hands together and made a wish in his heart: I hope I can stay at this moment forever, and if not, then let this moment last a little longer.
He opened his eyes and blew out the candles on the cake.
“We haven’t taken a photo together yet.”
Jiang Ling's eyes widened. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll report you to the police. We took the photo last year, and we still have evidence at home."
Song Guanshu said confidently, "We haven't taken a photo together on my birthday yet."
He always managed to get a handle on Jiang Ling, and she immediately softened her heart, "We should have a photo together."
Call the waiter and ask her to help take a photo.
Although she was a waitress, working in a place like this, taking pictures with a camera was not a difficult task for her.
The only problem was whether the photo could be taken well. I ran back and forth between the waiter holding the camera and the seat twice. I saw Song Guanshu in the viewfinder and confirmed that she looked good in the photo.
The waiter pressed the shutter three times in a row, leaving three photos.
Jiang Ling thanked the waiter before looking at Song Guanshu and said, "Let's take more group photos later."
Song Guanshu hummed cheerfully, which showed that he was in a good mood.
After drinking two glasses of red wine, Jiang Ling felt a little tipsy.
They had eaten almost enough and could start cutting the cake.
Jiang Ling provided excellent service and never let the birthday boy do anything. She even cut the cake.
"You will be twenty-nine this year."
Song Guanshu: I’m not very happy.
How could Jiang Ling not know what he was thinking? She kept praising him, "Thirty-year-old men are the most attractive. Haven't you heard that eighteen-year-old girls dream of marrying a thirty-year-old uncle?"
Song Guanshu's face became darker and darker. "It's twenty-nine, not thirty."
He added, "Don't talk nonsense. If a 30-year-old had given birth two years earlier, she would have given birth to an 18-year-old daughter. Is that girl crazy to like a man in his 30s? And I don't like 18-year-old lesbians either."
Jiang Ling looked at him with a smile, "You don't like eighteen-year-old girls, you like me."
Song Guanshu avoided her gaze and hummed softly.
He didn't know whether Jiang Ling heard it or not. She should have heard it and didn't mind his liking for her.
Because she said, "That's a coincidence. I don't like young men of 18 either. I like Song Guanshu who is in his twenties."
He thought that a kind god must have passed by and heard his wish, and made his birthday wish come true.
After the meal, the two packed up the unfinished cream cake and food so that they could feed the dog when they got home, or rather, feed Chen Xiangyang.
Song Guanshu was carrying the leftovers that he had packed for Chen Xiangyang, while Jiang Ling was holding his other hand.
She stretched out her right hand to show Song Guanshu, "Does it look good?"
Jiang Ling's fingers are slender and white, and the plain gold ring looks particularly beautiful on her hand, giving her a sense of nobility.
"It looks good." Song Guanshu praised, "When did you buy it?"
"A few days ago." She let go of Song Guanshu's hand and raised her left hand to show him, "Do you think this is pretty?"
The ring, which was obviously not Jiang Ling's, was loosely worn on the ring finger of her left hand.
"This is?"
"Do you like it?" Jiang Ling helped him put it on his ring finger, "It's a perfect match with mine."
Song Guanshu lowered his head and stared at the ring on his finger.
Jiang Ling stroked his ring finger with the plain ring twice, "I drew the pattern myself and asked the goldsmith to customize it according to the pattern."
He hadn't experienced such a huge surprise for a long time, and his first reaction was: Was he dreaming?
"You should be mean to me." Then he wouldn't like her so much.
Jiang Ling asked, "Is it good looking? Do you like it?"
“I like it very much. It looks very nice.”
The night in mid-April was still very cold, and the two walked home from the western restaurant.
I walked for a long time, but I felt that this road could be a little longer, so I just kept walking.
This was Song Guanshu's idea, but Jiang Ling didn't think so. She couldn't walk anymore halfway through.
After walking for another twenty minutes, she could no longer walk. She squatted on the ground and said, "Let's not go back. Let's find a guesthouse to stay in."
Song Guanshu's face was slightly hot, and he said, "It's not convenient outside, let's go home."
He bent down and said, "I'll carry you back."
Jiang Ling threw away all the thoughts about not letting the birthday boy work. She lay on Song Guanshu's back without hesitation and rested her head on his face.
Song Guanshu's two hands had to be around Jiang Ling's legs. In addition to hugging Song Guanshu's neck, Jiang Ling also had to carry the leftovers that the two of them brought home.
Jiang Ling sighed, "Just because we came all the way here to bring him midnight snacks, Chen Xiangyang should call us mom and dad."
In the past, when Jiang Ling teased her silly son, Song Guanshu didn't say anything. But this time, he firmly refused, "No, he's too stupid."
Jiang Ling teased him with a smile, "What if you give birth to a stupid daughter in the future?"
"You're not stupid." Song Guanshu said.
"What if he looks like her half brother?"
Song Guanshu was afraid of this possibility, so he didn't allow Jiang Ling to call Chen Xiangyang son, so as not to affect his daughter.
She always felt that Song Guanshu would let go of her legs and cover his mouth with his hands in the next second, so Jiang Ling hugged him even tighter.
"I won't say anything more. Hurry up and leave. Chen Xiangyang will be going to bed soon. Either you climb over the wall or I knock on the door. It's so troublesome."
He hummed and walked faster with Jiang Ling on his back.
Jiang Ling looked up at the watch on her wrist. It was already past nine o'clock. It would probably take them until ten o'clock to walk home. Chen Xiangyang must have gone to bed long ago.
On the way back, there was a section of street light that was broken.
Ever since she met Xiao Bing while walking at night, Jiang Ling has tried her best to avoid traveling at night.
The more I walked, the more I felt that the atmosphere around me was not right.
Jiang Ling sniffed, "Do you smell anything?"
Women are particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, so Jiang Ling patted Song Guanshu and asked him to put her down.
She felt that this place was particularly eerie and held Song Guanshu's hand tightly.
Song Guanshu patted her hands twice to comfort her, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
His consolation was of no use, because as they walked forward, they both saw a pool of blood.
The direction of the blood trail was exactly the direction the two were heading home, and there was no way to hide.
Jiang Ling whispered to Song Guanshu, "Why don't we take a detour home?"
I am so unlucky today. Why did I encounter such a thing out of the blue? Jiang Ling cursed in her heart. If she had known earlier, she would have taken Song Guanshu out to celebrate his birthday at noon. It was too chaotic at night and not suitable to go out.
The next second, she took back the thought.
There was a person lying in front of him, with a pool of blood under him.
This figure was too familiar. Song Guanshu stepped forward and turned the person over. It was indeed Chen Xiangyang.
The clothes on his chest were already stained with blood. Song Guanshu suppressed his trembling hands and reached out to check his breath. Although it was weak, he was still breathing.
"How could it be?" Jiang Ling's voice choked.
The pool of blood just now should also be his. I don’t know how much blood Chen Xiangyang lost.
Song Guanshu picked up the person, and Jiang Ling, who could no longer walk, ran wildly after him.
The cream cake that was originally packed for Chen Xiangyang to eat was thrown on the ground and no one cared about it.
It was ten minutes later when Chen Xiangyang was sent to the nearest hospital. The medical staff on duty were shocked by the appearance of the three people, and the emergency department quickly arranged for various departments to come for a consultation.
The two men slowly squatted down against the wall outside the emergency room, and Song Guanshu's clothes were stained with Chen Xiangyang's blood.
Jiang Ling held his hands, which were cramping unconsciously due to exhaustion, and said slowly, "It's okay, it'll be fine."
It was both to comfort Song Guanshu and to comfort myself.
Jiang Ling couldn't understand why he got injured on his way home from school.
"how so?"
After a long time, a man in a white coat walked out of the emergency room. He looked around and saw only two young men.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Where are his family members?"
Jiang Ling helped Song Guanshu stand up with the help of the wall. She said, "His home is far away, and it will take some time to get here. We are his friends, so if you have any problems, just tell us. We can pay you."
The patient was still very young, and the doctor said with some reluctance, "We recommend that the family come over to take a look."
Jiang Ling suddenly turned her head and looked at Song Guanshu. What did this mean? Is the person not in good condition?
Seeing so much blood, they both had a bad feeling in their hearts, and these words were like a verdict.
Chen Xiangyang was still inside trying to rescue him, so the two of them had to stay calm.
"His family can't come here right away. Can you tell us in detail about his current situation?"
"There were two stab wounds in the abdomen. Although they did not injure vital parts, the patient lost too much blood and his condition is quite critical."
Jiang Ling said generously, "We have money, and we will treat the patient no matter how much it costs, but our idea is to transfer the patient to a higher-level hospital for treatment after the condition stabilizes."
Just now, in order for Chen Xiangyang to receive immediate treatment, he was sent directly to the nearest hospital. In terms of medical strength, it cannot be compared with the People's Hospital and the Central Hospital.
The doctor understood their choice very well and said, "You can receive better treatment if you transfer to another hospital, but I suggest you wait until tomorrow."
After talking to the doctor, Jiang Ling turned to Song Guanshu and said, "I'll go to the police station to report the incident later. You stay here."
After a night of tossing and turning, the sky was already dawning.
Song Guanshu said, "I'll go, you stay here, and I'll go home to get the money."
Jiang Ling felt that his condition was not as good as hers and did not want Song Guanshu to go, but his attitude was very firm, "I want to take a shower and change clothes when I get back."
He pointed to the blood on his clothes and said, "It's very uncomfortable."
Jiang Ling knew that he had mysophobia, so she had to say, "Then be careful on the road, and run away if something goes wrong."
Just as Jiang Ling was worried about him, Song Guanshu didn't dare let Jiang Ling go home alone, and someone had to guard outside the ward.
He told Jiang Ling, "Don't leave the hospital. I'll be back soon."
She sat down on the bench. It was already daybreak, five o'clock in the morning. The doctors were resting and no patients had arrived yet. The hospital corridor was empty and the light bulbs above made people dizzy.
Jiang Ling found a bench and sat down slowly. The emergency room was within her sight.
She remembered that not long ago, Song Guanshu said, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him go to the literacy class. He goes to school during the day, so there's no need for him to go to the literacy class."
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