Jiang Chengde didn't know anything about what had just happened, grabbing the two baked cakes and eating them as he walked, the dry baked cakes were swallowed raw and there was no water, and Jiang Feng felt as if he was choking after eating.

Wearing a long shirt in summer, although the noon sun is not particularly scorching, Jiang Chengde is also sweating on the road.

Compared with the bustling Beiping, Guanwai is indeed much more depressed, there are no pedestrians on the road, there is no business in the shops on the street, and even many shops have not even opened their doors at all, and the vendors who set up stalls along the road have nothing to do to hide in the shade to enjoy the shade, and they are not even interested in chatting.

In such a general environment, Jiang Chengde, who was wearing a long shirt and walking in a hurry, was very strange.

Jiang Feng has been following Jiang Chengde for I don't know how long, the era of measuring the world with his feet is so inconvenient, and the short journey seems very far away. waited until Jiang Chengde's shadow was stretched a little before he walked to the door of the hospital.

The entrance of the hospital should be the most lively place Jiang Feng has seen since he came here, with women wearing cheongsams, men wearing long shirts, and rickshaw drivers wearing short shirts pulling cars. With Western-style architecture and high-arched gates, Jiang Feng even saw an ambulance—a car painted white with a red cross on its body.

It was not the first time Jiang Chengde had come to the hospital, he walked straight to the ward through the crowd, and even some doctors and nurses knew him, and they nodded to each other when they met.

In front of the ward, Jiang Feng saw Jiang Chengde's father's name - Jiang Hengzhong.

Jiang Hengzhong's attending physician was a foreigner, and he stopped Jiang Chengde outside the ward and told him in a mixed Chinese and English language that Jiang Hengzhong was being treated, and it was inconvenient to go in now, and it would take a few hours to go in to visit him or take him out of the hospital.

Jiang Chengde's English is not very good, intermittently a few words, a few words to jump out and communicate with the attending physician, the attending physician can only talk to him in Chinese and English, as for whether the other party can understand his own meaning, how much can be understood can only rely on luck.

Jiang Feng listened to them for a long time and understood their conversation, and the attending physician wanted to tell Jiang Chengde that Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation effect was not very ideal, and they could only continue to increase the dosage. The price of Mo Coffee has been rising, and the money paid by Jiang Chengde was no longer enough, but Mr. Lu sent another medical fee some time ago, so there is no need to worry about the previous problems. But with Jiang Hengzhong's current state, he can't be discharged from the hospital, and if he just picks him up for a few hours, there will be no problem.

The attending physician's Chinese is as lame as Jiang Chengde's English, and only the pronunciation of the four words Mo Brown and Qian is very standard, causing Jiang Chengde to be completely wrong.

Jiang Chengde thought that the attending physician was reminding him that it was time to pay, and kept explaining to the attending physician that he was in financial difficulties now and might not be able to come up with so much money for a while.

As she spoke, the nurse came over with the potion.

"Doctor, I've got Mophesan. The nurse said.

The attending physician nodded, motioned for her to go in, and said 4 words in Chinese following Mo Phesan and Qian: "Left arm, injection." ”

The nurse nodded in understanding and walked into the room with the potion.

The nurse happened to be walking from Jiang Feng's side, and Jiang Feng casually glanced at her plate and was stunned when she saw the label on Mo Fesan.

Morphine

Morphine.

A drug that is more toxic and addictive than opium.

It's actually a smoking cessation drug.

Jiang Feng wanted to walk into the ward, but he couldn't bear to walk into the ward.

Now he can be considered to know why Jiang Hengzhong died at the age of forty. First, he smoked opium and lost his family's property, and then when he quit smoking, he actually used morphine to quit.

After a while, the nurse came out of the ward and told Jiang Chengde that the patient had finished the injection and needed to rest, and told him to wait outside for an hour or two before going in.

The attending physician also found it very difficult for him to communicate with Jiang Chengde, so he asked the nurse to change to a doctor who could speak Chinese to talk to Jiang Chengde, and he left first.

It didn't take long for the nurse to bring a young doctor over to talk to Jiang Chengde about Jiang Hengzhong's quitting smoking.

The young doctor first explained to Jiang Chengde that he could not understand Jiang Hengzhong's current quitting progress at all, and told Jiang Chengde very directly that Jiang Hengzhong's quitting progress was not ideal, and asked him if he would like to use a new drug that was more expensive but had better effects.

"New medicine?" Jiang Chengde hesitated, "Isn't Mo Phelan already a very effective medicine?"

"Mophy does work well, but after all, it varies from person to person. Now a new drug with better efficacy has been developed abroad, and the price is much more expensive than that of Mo Phesan, which has been used first in Modu and Beiping, and the efficacy is very good. The young doctor explained, "It is very difficult for our hospital to get this new medicine, and some time ago when Mr. Lu came to pay the fee, he said that you are going to move to Beiping, and if it is a hospital in Beiping, you can try this new medicine for your father." ”

"What's the name of this drug?"

"Heroin. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

He knew how Jiang Hengzhong died.

When he participated in the anti-drug knowledge competition, he also brushed a lot of questions, and the more impressive question was that heroin was originally introduced into China in the form of smoking cessation drugs, but he didn't expect this case to happen to his ancestors.

According to this posture, it will be difficult for Jiang Hengzhong not to die.

Just thinking about it like this, he actually felt that Jiang Hengzhong was a little unlucky, it was his own problem to be addicted to opium and lose his family property, but the follow-up morphine and even heroin and the last life were a bit tricky.

The young doctor chatted with Jiang Chengde and left, Jiang Chengde stood quietly at the door and waited for a few hours, until the nurse went in to check and make sure that there was no problem, helped Jiang Hengzhong change his clothes and took him out.

"It's best to send it back in the evening. The nurse didn't forget to tell Jiang Chengde.

"Good. Jiang Chengde responded.

Jiang Hengzhong is very thin.

Not just plain thin, not because of hunger or malnutrition, he was sickly, even horribly thin.

The hand that came out of his sleeve was as thin as a hemp rod, covered with skin and bones, and Jiang Feng could still peek out from the small piece of wrist he exposed to see the dense needle hole on his arm, indicating how many pinholes he had in his morphine addiction now.

Jiang Hengzhong followed Jiang Chengde out of the hospital, and he looked very trance-like.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Hengzhong asked, he was already in a trance when he was addicted to opium paste before, and even more trance after quitting smoking, and sometimes he couldn't even tell the difference between illusion and reality.

Jiang Chengde looked at Jiang Hengzhong, and there was not even any fluctuation in his heart.

Jiang Hengzhong was no longer his father.

Since he was infected with opium cream, lingered in tobacco houses, lying on the couch all day long, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, ruining his family property, indirectly killing his mother, and killing his grandfather, Jiang Hengzhong is not the father who taught him cooking skills and helped him dress properly.

"Mr. Lu is going to move his business to Beiping, and Taifeng Building will take off the plaque tonight. Jiang Chengde said.

"Mr. Lu?" Jiang Hengzhong was a little dazed.

Jiang Chengde showed a sneer: "Have you forgotten? A year ago, didn't you sell Taifeng Building to Mr. Lu? Didn't you sell the Jiang family's land and house to Mr. Lu to pay off the debt?"

"Debt ......" Jiang Hengzhong narrowed his eyes.

In the past few years, he has been intertwined back and forth between reality and illusion, people have always been in a trance, and occasionally when he is awake, either in a smoke house or in a hospital, the whole person is a little crazy.

When Jiang Chengde saw him like this, it was as if he saw his grandfather on the sickbed and his mother, who had lost his breath after giving birth, clenched his fists and tried his best to control himself not to swing his fist, ignored him and walked straight forward.