Seeing Hao Yingliang again after forty-nine days, Han Bo was almost unrecognizable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In my impression, although he has done all the bad things, he is picturesque, handsome, and personable, no matter what happens, no matter what environment he is in, he wants to keep his so-called dignity.

At this moment, he is a whole thinner than the last time they met, and the short hair that used to be spiritual has become history, because of the hair loss caused by radiotherapy, he has become a bald head. The side effects of surgery and radiotherapy are not only hair loss, but also nausea, vomiting, fever, and weakened immunity...... The whole person looks listless.

Unable to speak because he had a tube in his throat, he wrote many notes to Dussy, and several of them fell from the hospital bed, on the bedside table, and on the spotless floor.

"I'm sorry, I should have come over on the day of the surgery, but unfortunately I was too busy to take a break. Han Bo handed the flowers to Du Qian and sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile.

Hao Yingliang showed a hint of a smile, picked up the pen and rustled on the paper fixed on the shelf, and quickly wrote two words. Han Bo moved his chair forward, looked down, and saw that it was written "thank you".

Squamous cell carcinoma of the larynx, the lesion is in the throat, he is not unable to speak now, and it is estimated that he will not be able to communicate with others verbally in the future.

Say it yourself, he may have to write for half a day.

Han Bo didn't want to do that, so he simply took the pen and wrote, "The doctor said the operation was successful!"

"The doctors all say that, they mean the operation itself, it doesn't mean that a successful operation will be fine. Han Bo communicated in this way, and Hao Yingliang was grateful, and quickly wrote the second line, squeezing out a smile that was not without self-deprecation.

Successful surgery does not mean that there will be no recurrence, and once the problem does not occur, it may be more serious than before the surgery.

This extravagant hospital doesn't let patients die easily, the fees are so high, how can they make money if the patients die.

Han Bo sighed secretly and took the pen again.

"I hate to be alive, and I'm sad to be dead. Aren't you very powerful, you can come to South Africa to demonstrate with me if you are given a suspended death sentence, and I plan to take you back to serve your sentence when I leave office. ”

"No matter how powerful you are, it's not that you planted it, and you forced it like a lost dog, but you haven't been able to run away. But it's not so easy to send me in again, and I won't give you another chance if you eat a trench and grow wise. ”

The content of the conversation was really disgusting, but the husband was obviously much more energetic than before.

Maybe this is a radical method, Du Qian subconsciously glanced at Han Bo, bypassed the hospital bed and sat beside her husband.

It is indeed a radical method.

Han Bo smiled, picked up the pen again, and wrote, "How do you feel?"

Hao Yingliang looked back at Du Qian with difficulty, the two of them really had a good heart, Du Qian bit her lip, got up and deliberately stroked her slightly bulging abdomen, and looked at Han Bo with a meaningful gaze for two or three seconds before reluctantly walking out of the ward and gently closing the door.

"Life is better than death. ”

In the absence of his wife, Hao Yingliang can "speak freely".

These four words, looking really heart-wrenching, Han Bo took a deep breath and wrote: "Illness comes like a mountain, illness goes like a thread, if there is no pain at all, then it can still be called a disease?"

"Illness is not the same as illness, you know your own illness, no matter how much it costs, no matter what kind of treatment you receive, that is, you will survive. It's better to live than die now, and every time I have to swallow, hellish pain rushes up my throat, and the orgasm feels like a blunt knife is cutting. ”

Hao Yingliang looked pained, waited for Han Bo to finish reading it, tore off the paper that had just been written, and put it in his pocket very tacitly, and wrote: "The materialistic world makes us live without dignity, and modern medical treatment makes us die with dignity." As human beings, how many choices do we have for life and life?"

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

He is not only good at words, but also kind, and he even has some sense of any face of death.

"But this is why we live and why we live, to work for our dreams, including to live and die with dignity. Han Bo wrote down a line and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"I also want to actively go for treatment, but in their words, my illness has reached the fourth stage, what is the fourth stage? ”

In the face of death, Hao Yingliang did not feel sentimental and self-pitying, but thought about it and wrote: "Old friends in China, including new friends I met in South Africa, always ask why it is you, you are only in your thirties! They are sympathetic, but why me, how stupid this question is, the universe is too lazy to answer, why can't it be me?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the law of nature, I also have this day, it's just a matter of time and time. "If he is willing to talk about death, then accompany him to talk about death, Han Bo is sitting and writes faster than him.

"Han Ju, I'm really not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of pain, the most cruel thing for me is to take my voice. Humans are the only animals that can make sounds purely for pleasure and entertainment, and sound coupled with reason and humor is a higher realm. Can't speak, can't make a sound, is that still human?"

It turned out that this was the most difficult thing for him to accept.

Han Bo looked back behind him and wrote: "It's not that giving up treatment is dignity, if you don't give up treatment and are willing to fight fate until the last moment, then you have also achieved your dignity." ”

"What dignity is, it's a joke to think about it now. ”

Hao Yingliang motioned to Han Bo with his eyes to tear off the paper that was full of writing and put it away, and wrote on the fourth piece of white paper: "Ba Jin spent the last six years in the hospital, similar to what I am now, first cutting the trachea, and then only relying on feeding tubes and ventilators to maintain his life.

The people around him said to him that everyone who loved him wanted him to live. Ba Jin had to fight his spirit and said that no matter how painful it was, he would cooperate with the treatment. But the great pain made Ba Jin mention euthanasia many times, saying more than once that 'I live for you' and 'longevity is my torture'. ”

"You are not living for someone else, you are for your wife and the child in your wife's womb. ”

"Everything that should be arranged has been arranged, and she can live as well as the child without me. ”

"It's all arranged?"

"Can I get into the operating room if I don't arrange for it?"

"You're not God, the Donte apartment project is advancing, and plans are often not as good as changing in China, not to mention that this is South Africa! ”

"It's not cranky, you're a healthy person who can't understand my feelings, you can't understand the pain I'm suffering. You say that we Chinese, why can't we choose a dignified death like people in Europe and the United States?"

Coming back and forth to this topic, Han Bo simply analyzed with him: "China is a complex country with unbalanced development, and discussing issues not only has to face tradition and ethics, but also acknowledges the helplessness of reality. We are debating whether to 'die with dignity' or to do everything in our power to treat until the last moment, and there will certainly be a third point of view at home. ”

"What's the point of view?"

"Do the poor have a choice? It's all a matter for the rich. Han Bo no longer communicated with him with a note, and said unceremoniously: "Hao Yingliang, don't be in the midst of happiness and don't know the blessings!" At present, the problem of difficult and expensive medical treatment in China has not been solved, and the distrust between doctors and patients still exists. ”

Hao Yingliang was stunned, was silent for a while, and suddenly wrote with a smile: "If you think so, I should indeed insist." ”

"That's it, I have something else to ask you to walk through the back door. ”

"What's the matter?"

Han Bo briefly mentioned Chen Wei's matter, and Hao Yingliang really didn't disappoint him, and wrote on the note: "I know that you won't be willing to be a police liaison officer who only contacts, don't worry, I won't be able to die for a while, and I will let someone arrange it tomorrow." ”

"Thank you. ”

"This is the first time you've really begged me, not for yourself, if you think about it, helping you is helping me. In the future, Tangt Apartment will be a huge China mall, a Chinatown in a building, safety is the first priority, such people you need and I need. ”

"If everyone can think like you, the situation of the Chinese in South Africa will be much better now. ”

"Don't compliment, I'll help with this favor, but it won't be in vain, can you do me a favor too?"

"What's the busy?"

"Be my child's godfather. ”

Hao Yingliang's eyes were full of anticipation, and Han Bo couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only focus on it.

……

Walked out of the ward, said goodbye to Du Qian, who was in tears, drove back to Pretoria, reported to Ambassador Chen and Minister Yang, chatted with Qu Sheng and Liu Xincun, who had also just returned to the embassy, and was about to go back to the new home rented not long ago with Li Xiaolei.

There is a clear division of labor among the various departments of the embassy, especially the Political Department and the Military Attache Office, which are all secret-related departments, and they hardly visit each other.

Han Bo couldn't remember which department he was, but he knew that he had never come to the police liaison group office, so he felt a little strange, so he excused himself and followed Li Xiaolei quietly.

The second secretary seemed to be waiting for him, his steps were not fast or slow, and he deliberately stopped when he went upstairs to make sure that he was following before continuing to walk, all the way to the rooftop.

Climb high and look far away, making it mysterious.

Han Bo walked up to him and asked with a smile, "Luo Mi, are you homesick?"

"Bachelor, not so much to worry about. ”

Luo Hai looked at Han Bo, and then at Li Xiaolei, who was chatting and laughing with another family member downstairs, and said lightly: "Counselor Han, it's best to be cautious in the future, and pay more attention to your back." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Look at this. Luo Hai took out a stack of photos from his arms.

Han Bo took a look at it, and immediately gasped, judging from the photos, he was being followed, and more than once!

"They may think that you are coming with some mission, or they may want to rebel, so they are more interested in you. You don't have any other tasks, and it's impossible for you to be rebelled, but if they find out about yesterday's events, they will definitely use them to make a fuss. ”

The real identity of the person beside him was self-evident, Han Bo settled his mind and asked nervously, "Have you been discovered by them?"

"If it had been discovered, the South African Ministry of Foreign Affairs would have made an appointment to meet with Ambassador Chen. ”

Without thinking about it, he knew that the person next to him helped him lead the "tail" away, Han Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, it's my job. ”

The identities of these people working on the hidden front must not be exposed, whether it is to the enemy or to his own people, Han Bo subconsciously asked: "Luo Mi, you shouldn't remind me like this, right?"

"Don't worry, this is with the consent of my superiors, and in addition, my term of office has expired, and I will return to China tomorrow, and I will not be stationed abroad in the future. ”

Through the newly appointed police liaison officer, an old and cunning guy is introduced, and his identity may also be exposed while discovering that guy, but in any case, it is also a big gain, and the biggest difference between intelligence work and public security work is that it is related to "management" rather than crackdown, and someone will take over next.

Luo Hai smiled, and took out a stack of folded paper from his pocket: "Counselor Han, this is some of the things I have mastered in the past few years, which are useless to us, but may be of great use to you, which is also approved by the superiors." ”

Some of the situations in the Chinese community in South Africa, including the Minqing Gang who want to find a way to crack down next!

Han Bo was overjoyed, and just as he didn't know how to thank him, Luo Hai continued: "I saw that those bastards were not pleasing to the eye, clean them up fiercely, and you are better at doing this than we do." ”