Overwinter

Chapter 55

"You'd better ask Lao Song to take him to the hospital for a checkup." The family doctor took off the stethoscope, put it in the box, and said to Wen Yan.

When Wen Yan nodded, the doctor frowned at the severe coughing that arose: "I don't think it's better if you don't get sick at all."

"It's an old problem, how could it get better so quickly?" Wen Yan said hoarsely.

The doctor shook his head and said regretfully, "Why is your family so sick?"

After sending the doctor away, Wen Yan warmed up some porridge for Song Jing, feeling the temperature in the kitchen rising due to the gas stove, Wen Yan was a little lost in thought.Song Jing was so resistant to going to the hospital that even Song Zhuangtong couldn't bring him there, but the nosebleed was a big deal, and according to the teacher, this wasn't the first time Song Jing had a nosebleed. We must pay attention to it.

The back of his hand fell down unconsciously, and he shrank back when he touched the edge of the hot pot. He hurriedly turned off the fire, washed the back of his hand under cold water several times in a hurry, and brought the porridge to the room with hot hands to Song scene.

Song Jing was completely stuffed under the quilt, Wen Yan called him a few words, but got no response.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and pulled Song Jing's quilt, but he squeezed the quilt under him even harder, as if unwilling to communicate too much.

Wen Yan had no choice but to give up, he found some bread and milk and put it on Song Jing's bedside table, and said, "If you're hungry, come out and eat something by yourself."

Fortunately, Song Zhuangtong came back after dealing with his sister's affairs. Wen Yan told him about Song Jing's situation. Song Zhuangtong was still tired and took Song Jing to Beijing again.

The two who finally met again separated without even saying a few words.

The weather was getting colder, Song Zhuangtong's house was very big, and when he lived alone, it was too empty. Wen Yan stayed at home alone, and didn't have much determination to go to the gym.

Even now that she doesn't even go to work, Wen Yan is really bored, so she packed up her things and moved back to her small rental house.

The rented house that hadn't been lived in for a long time was dirty, and this time he felt warm, he was busy and spent a whole day cleaning the house, and he was extremely tired.

At night, Song Zhuangtong, who was free, made a video call with Wen Yan. Seeing that Wen Yan's eyes were full of fatigue, lying on his arms as if he was about to fall asleep, Song Zhuangtong frowned and asked him, "Why do you look so tired?"

The familiar yet unfamiliar decoration behind the bed made Song Zhuangtong even more puzzled: "Are you at home?"

Wen Yan yawned slowly, and said, "I'm coming back to my home, your home is too big, I'm a little scared to stay here."

Song Zhuangtong was somewhat dissatisfied with his rhetoric: "What is my home and your home, that is your home."

Wen Yan didn't have the energy to talk to him, so he nodded quickly and asked, "How is Song Jing doing?"

Song Zhuangtong's bad mood had already made Wen Yan guess that Song Jing's condition was not very good. Song Zhuangtong sighed and said, "His stress response in the hospital was too exaggerated. I brought him back before finishing the examination today."

This is really a headache, Wen Yan asked: "Isn't there a hospital in Beijing that he is familiar with?"

"But when it came to the equipment, he was still terrified to death."

Wen Yan didn't know how to comfort him, so he changed the topic and said, "Where do you live? A hotel?"

"The house outside has not been lived in very often, and the decoration is very simple." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong turned the camera to show Wen Yan, and then turned the camera to the other side. He watched Wen Yan's quiet voice on the phone. Eyebrows, tiredness surged.

"I miss you a little bit."

Wen Yan blinked in astonishment, then smiled at him, and said, "Me too, I'm so bored recently, I want to open a shop and find something to do, what kind of shop do you think is suitable for me to open?"

Song Zhuangtong thought for a while, and said, "You can go to my shop and be the proprietress."

Wen Yan snorted and said with a smile: "Come on."

His eyes were crooked, and the flesh on his cheeks was squeezed slightly by his arms. His eyes, which were distracted by sleepiness, shone brightly at the moment when his lips curled into a smile, and he looked straight at Song Zhuangtong.

"Florist." Song Zhuangtong blurted out.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's not bad, but I don't know much about flowers and plants. I'll go out tomorrow to buy some books and come back to read."

Song Zhuangtong nodded and said, "Ask me to be your investor when the time comes."

Wen Yan yawned slowly, and a layer of mist filled his eyes instantly. The second yawn was interrupted by a heavy sneeze. Wen Yan took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his nose.

"Have you caught a cold again?"

Wen Yan sniffed and said, "I got a little cold, it's too cold today."

He had still done a day's work, and the sweat on his body hadn't dried, and the feeling of soreness all over his body made him feel drowsy as soon as he touched the bed.

Song Zhuangtong looked at Wen Yan who closed his eyes and fell asleep from the camera, his breathing gradually became steady, he put his phone on the bedside, and slept with Wen Yan in a childish way.

Early the next morning, Wen Yan was woken up by a phone call from Song Zhuangtong's family doctor, saying that he was sent to deliver medicine.

Wen Yan yawned and got up to open the door for him. When the whole box of medicine was stuffed into his arms, Wen Yan was not clear-headed.

"Each box of medicine has posted detailed instructions on how to take it. You can take it according to the situation."

Wen Yan was stunned: "Are you going on a business trip?"

The doctor was speechless: "It's your husband who is afraid that you won't be able to find the medicine and call someone for a while, so he asked me to prepare all the medicines you can use."

Wen Yan picked up the top box of children's fever-reducing stickers: "I can use this too?"

"It's no different from fever-reducing stickers for adults. Use whichever you like."

After sending the doctor away, Wen Yan went back to the room and took his mobile phone to call Song Zhuangtong, but Song Zhuangtong on the other end of the phone was hung up on the video all night, the phone was out of battery and turned off, he didn't pay attention, so he took it directly to the hospital in his pocket up.

Today's inspection went well, it was already expedited, and the result still won't come out until the afternoon.In just a few days, Song Jing looked listless and lacking in energy, his lips were pale, he didn't say a word, he ran back to his room and lay down without taking a bite of food.

After lunch, Song Zhuangtong charged his phone and called Wen Yan back.

"I was really made into a medicine jar by you. There are still a lot of uneaten Chinese medicines at home, and you brought me so many western medicines."

Song Zhuangtong smiled and said, "It would be best if you don't need it at all."

"Did you have an inspection today? How is the situation?"

"It's done. We'll get the results later. We'll go back to the hospital after eating."

Wen Yan said: "Okay, remember to tell me as soon as the result comes out."

Song Zhuangtong smiled lightly and said, "Understood, Ms. Wen."

Song Jing's attending physician got the result and immediately called Song Zhuangtong, asking him to go back to the hospital to find out about Song Jing's condition. At the same time rushed to the hospital.

This trip back to Beijing, he hadn't seen Mr. Song at home yet. When they bumped into each other in the corridor of the hospital, both father and son looked unhappy. Mr. Song glared at him, and then pushed the door open with the support of his secretary.

The attending physician and the dean were already waiting in the office, and Song Zhuangtong followed him in. After the door was closed by the leaving secretary, Song Zhuangtong asked anxiously, "How is the result? What is the disease?"

The dean said: "Mr. Song, your son has acute leukemia and is in very poor condition. He should be hospitalized immediately."

One sentence made Song Zhuangtong's head blank, even Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, knocked on the table hard, and asked, "Leukemia?"

"Yes, Song Ting, may I ask if anyone in your family has had acute leukemia?"

These words made Mr. Song's face stinky, he looked away, and said angrily: "I don't know."

Song Zhuangtong felt his whole body froze. He clenched his back molars tightly, and after the blood that surged in his throat was suppressed abruptly, he asked, "What's the current treatment plan?"

"It's best to find a matching bone marrow as soon as possible for transplantation, and at the same time cooperate with chemotherapy."

Treating leukemia is a long and difficult battle, and even the dean's expression became serious.

During the silence, Mr. Song narrowed his cloudy eyes and meditated for a while. When the new breakthrough point opened up his whole train of thought in an instant, he tapped the ground twice with his crutches, and said in a low voice, "Then go find it quickly, how many?" We can all afford the money.”

Song Zhuangtong turned to look at him in surprise, as if he was surprised by Mr. Song's attitude towards Song Jing.

Mr. Song also seemed to see Song Zhuangtong's doubts and disbelief, and he laughed sarcastically: "With your useless contacts, can people be cured by you? Send him to me now, so you don't make trouble. "