"Comrade Wang, I know what 'Maozi' means, but why do they call that foreign boy 'Ermaozi'?" Duan Huan was a little puzzled.

Wang Dapeng lowered his voice, "Now many people don't want to see Lao Maozi, and even these mixed-race children with our blood will be bullied." ”

Also, the phrase "if you are not of my race, your heart will be different" has been widely spread since ancient times.

Not to mention this era of judging the noble and the low by the origin of the ingredients, of course, bloodline is also an important criterion to measure a person's quality or badness.

Duan Huan sighed secretly in his heart, and then walked towards the team headquarters with the signboard.

"What? Why can't you see it? Wang Dapeng exclaimed.

The secretary of the brigade is an old man in his sixties, and he took two puffs of dry tobacco before he spoke slowly, "Lao Tong is sick and can't get up from the paralyzed bed......

"Can't get up? What is the disease? Wan Huan asked eagerly.

The secretary of the brigade knocked his pipe twice, "Why is the temper of your two comrades more urgent than the other?" ”

"I'm sick and can't get out of bed, can I not be in a hurry? Uncle, can you tell us where the person is? Wang Dapeng said urgently.

As far as Huan is really about to be annoyed by this metropolitan secretary, Tong Shenglin is now a bad element in labor reform, does his business still need to be kept secret and go around in circles?

The secretary of the brigade sighed: "I can't tell what the specific illness is, but it should be quite serious, and I didn't accept it when I sent it to the hospital of the town commune, and I was directly transferred to the city hospital." ”

"Which hospital in the city?" Wan Huan asked eagerly.

"Which hospital? There is only one hospital in the city! The secretary cocked his beard.

Duan Huan and Wang Dapeng knew Tong Shenglin's whereabouts now, and they couldn't wait to rush to the hospital, but now the problem is that there is no transportation.

Wang Dapeng suddenly spoke: "Uncle, Mr. Tong is in an urgent situation now, can we borrow your farm's car to go to the city." ”

"It's not that I don't want to borrow, the farm is harvesting in the autumn, and the car is already ......," the branch secretary said hesitantly, and he didn't want to lend the car to a stranger, and Wang Dapeng didn't have a certificate to make it.

Before he finished speaking, a young man wiped his sweat and suddenly entered the door, "Zhang Zhishu, the farm tools we bought have arrived in the city, you write me a note, and I will drive to the city to pull it back." ”

Duan Huan and Wang Dapeng glanced at each other, this was really sleepy touching the pillow.

The branch secretary pinned the cigarette stick behind his back and began to open a letter of introduction, "Then Xiao Chen, you will take these two comrades for a ride by the way." ”

"No problem! Anyway, when I went there, it was an empty car, and it didn't take much trouble to piggyback on two people. Dahan readily agreed.

Wang Dapeng smiled, "Then thank you Comrade Chen, both of us can drive, if you are tired of driving on the road, we can also drive for you for a while." ”

"I'm not driving a tractor, I'm driving a big truck, are you sure this girl can do it?" Dahan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Duan Huan, obviously not believing Wang Dapeng.

Wang Dapeng was probably brainwashed by Shen Yunqi, and he didn't have a soft mouth at all when he praised his joy, "Don't look at Xiao Xu as a little girl, my driving skills are not my blind bragging, she has studied driving for two weeks, and she passed the driving test with full marks and got the book." ”

"Awesome, girl!" Dahan gave a thumbs up, "I was fast in the exam back then, and it took me more than half a year, so I can't compare with you." ”

He said generously: "You are too modest, you spend half a year relying on your driver's license, that's because the test process is arranged like that, unlike us, the three exams can be completed in one day." ”

While a few people were talking, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Zhang Zhishu wrote the letter of introduction without raising his head.

Walking in from the door was a half-race boy who had just been on the road and almost knocked him into Huan.

"Asked about your grandfather again?" The branch secretary asked.

The little boy didn't speak, just nodded.

"These two comrades are also here for your grandfather, and now they are going to the city to see your grandfather, so you should go with them." The branch secretary thought for a while and said.

The boy nodded, still not speaking.

This mixed-race little boy is actually Tong Shenglin's grandson, which surprised both Duan Huan and Wang Dapeng.

Grandpa Xu was on the phone, but he didn't tell Duan Huan about the specific situation of Tong Shenglin.

If this little boy was not adopted, but indeed related to Tong Shenglin, then it would not be surprising that he was knocked down and devolved.

In this day and age, anyone who wants to have some overseas relations is terrified all day long, let alone marrying with foreigners.

The "enemy" label on the head is clearly dangling, and the ready-made handle is not easy to grasp?

The secretary quickly gave the boy a letter of introduction, and then the group left the farm without stopping.

Although they drove a truck, Master Chen's posture skills were good, and the night train drove fast and steady, faster than the minibus in the morning, and they arrived at the hospital smoothly before 12 o'clock.

Under the leadership of the nurse on duty, they found Tong Shenglin's ward.

The conditions of the ward are also very simple, except for the four patients on the bed, the remaining space is filled with the floor bunks made by the accompanying family members, and there is no place to put their feet at all.

Tong Shenglin's attending doctor was not on duty tonight, he had already gone home from work, and the farm officer who accompanied Tong Shenglin was nowhere to be seen.

Duan Huan took advantage of the nurse to go upstairs to patrol the room, entered the ward with his feet, and took the pulse of the sleeping Tong Shenglin.

It is still a euphemism to say that Tong Shenglin's condition is not good, and Duan Huan can report a lot of symptoms with just a little pulse.

Each has its own faults.

The liver problem is the most serious, the stomach with ascites can be seen with the naked eye, and the quilt covering the body is very high.

The condition of the heart is not good, the pulse is thin and weak, there is almost no force, the lips and tongue are almost pale to colorless, but there are dry bloodshot at the corners of the mouth, obviously coughing up blood not long ago.

Several old wounds that have not healed for many years have added to the already exhausted body.

Huan Huan didn't look back, and she could feel the little boy's anxious gaze, staring at her back.

She stuffed Tong Shenglin's hand back into the quilt, and then cautiously walked out of the ward.

"Xiao Xu, how is it?" Wang Dapeng asked.

Duan Huan shook his head at him gently, "My medical skills are still shallow, so it's not easy to diagnose the disease, so I'd better wait for the attending doctor tomorrow." ”

"Is my grandfather dying?" The boy's eyes were fixed on Duan Huan, and he suddenly spoke.

This is the first time Duan Huan has heard the boy speak, and Duan Huan once suspected that the little boy was dumb when he couldn't speak.

After all, I hadn't seen him speak on the farm before, and on the way, Wang Dapeng and Duan Huan talked to him, but he didn't respond, just shook his head and nodded in response.

But now that he finally opened his mouth, he was happy but not happy.

I really don't know how to tell a child the fact that his relatives are dying soon.

What's more, the fact that this may still be the only relative who depends on each other is too cruel.

"Is my grandfather's illness cured?" The boy asked persistently.

"I may not be able to see it accurately, we will ask your grandfather's doctor tomorrow if it is okay?"

"Just tell me the truth, I can hold it!"

I don't know if it's because the little boy's skin is too white, but the red circles under his eyes are particularly obvious.

Wan Huan bent down, his eyes level with the boy, "Are you sure you can handle it?" ”

"Yes, no matter how serious my grandfather's illness is, I can hold on." The boy straightened his back.