Hong Zhigang returned to the hospital, at the door of the ICU, in the family waiting area, a familiar face was waiting, Hong Zhigang's lips trembled, Han Jiangong slowly stood up and smiled: "Senior brother---"

For the first time in fifteen years, the two spoke, and Han Jiangong seemed to have no estrangement for fifteen years.

"Meritorious --- junior brother." Hong Zhigang did not adapt.

The door of the ICU opened, and Professor Zhang stood at the door: "Zhigang has also arrived, both of you can come in, the state is barely okay, he wants to meet the two of you." ”

There will be surgery tomorrow, and the whole hospital got the news, everyone knows how dangerous this operation is, and everyone knows that Professor Feng is on the operating table as a test subject.

Many doctors spontaneously went to the family waiting area at the door, and the ICU could not be entered, so everyone had to wait at the door.

"Dean Chen, everyone wants to see Professor Feng in the visiting corridor." Director Peng looked at the more and more people gathered.

This is the last time to see this orthopedic master, Dean Chen sighed: "Communicate with the ICU, open the visiting corridor, and let everyone have a look." ”

There are more and more people in the waiting area for family members, and the doctors of our hospital, who are studying for doctorates, masters, trainees, and advanced students, do not make noise or talk, but just wait quietly.

Among these people, there are also poor students in mountainous areas who have received donations from Professor Feng.

"How's the arrangement going in the operating room?" Dean Chen's throat was a little hoarse.

Director Peng reported: "It has been arranged, the equipment has been prepared, Dr. Yang is the chief surgeon, Professor Hong and Professor Han are assistants, and the nurses are also capable. ”

"Well, what if the --- hospital office has arranged it, right?" Dean Chen asked worriedly.

Director Deng of the office looked up: "It's all ready." ”

"Tomorrow all the meetings will be pushed off for me, and I will wait in the locker room of the operating room." Dean Chen's eyes were red.

There are more and more people, and the waiting area for family members is almost overcrowded.

"Why are there so many people?" Dean Chen saw a lot of fresh faces.

"I didn't send a message, this is all spontaneous from other news, since Zhang Lao's condition deteriorated, Zhang Lao's students came back urgently from abroad, there are dozens, because visits are not allowed, so everyone wants to take a look in the corridor, and the hospital office has arranged a special reception." Director Deng was also surprised, why are there so many people.

"There are still downstairs, there are a lot of old patients in the past, how do you know, there are a lot of them." Director Peng said.

"Old man, there are countless people in one life and countless people, I'm afraid this matter is the last one, so ---" Dean Chen's voice kept choking.

Han Jiangong and Hong Zhigang put on isolation gowns, masks and hats, and under the guidance of Professor Zhang, they came to Professor Feng's single intensive care unit, where Professor Feng was lying on the bed and heard footsteps.

"Is it a meritorious service?" The voice is weak and weak.

"Zhigang is here too." Professor Zhang told Professor Feng.

Han Jiangong walked over slowly, knelt in front of the bed, and held his teacher's hand with both hands: "It's me, the meritorious ---."

"Coming?" Professor Feng's hand suddenly became strong and grabbed Han Jiangong's hand.

Two tears flowed from his eyes, and then rolled all over his cheeks, Professor Feng remembered, but there was no way to get up.

"Are you alright?" Professor Feng's hands were shaking.

Fifteen years, fifteen years, the master and apprentice have reunited in this way, although they have not been separated from each other for fifteen years, but they have not been able to see each other.

"Teacher, the contribution is very good, you can rest assured." Han Jiangong's tears also burst out of his eyes.

Professor Feng sighed: "Do you still hate the teacher?" ”

"How come, I've never hated a teacher." Han Jiangong let the teacher's hand caress his face.

"Does it still hurt?" Professor Feng asked distressedly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Han Jiangong couldn't cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the teacher is sorry for you." Professor Feng's trembling hand grabbed Han Jiangong's hand again.

"Don't say that, teacher, you haven't been sorry for me, senior brother hasn't been sorry for me, I have never hated you." Han Jiangong's vision has been blurred by tears.

Professor Feng looked up at the ceiling, fifteen years had passed, and he was already in his last years, and the two students were also in their fifties.

"Gonggong, as a teacher, I never believed that you would do that kind of thing, but then I thought about it, and then I thought about it, you should already know the relationship between Zhigang and me, so you pushed the boat down the river, sacrificed yourself, and fulfilled him, right? The teacher wants to tell the truth. Professor Feng said vigorously.

"In fact, Zhigang is more suitable to be the head of the department than me, and now the orthopedics department is carried forward in his hands and has entered the top three in the country." Han Jiangong did not answer positively.

"I finally got the answer, thank you." Professor Feng choked up.

"Zhigang, come here."

Hong Zhigang also knelt in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to his teacher, father.

Professor Feng put his hand together with Han Jiangong's hand: "Say sorry to Jiangong, I want to hear ---"

"I'm sorry, Gonggong!" Hong Zhigang didn't care about anything at this time.

"Well, I also want to tell you, I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry---" Professor Feng's face was full of tears.

"It was fifty years ago, I went to the mountains and went to the countryside, I was arranged to go to the hospital in your town in Huzhou, where I met your mother, she was a beautiful woman, we fell in love, but, you know, because of special reasons, your mother has never been able to marry into my family, I can't fulfill the promise I made back then--- I don't know that she is pregnant, I don't know ---"

"So you've never been married in your life?" Zhigang asked.

"I won't love anyone anymore but her." Professor Feng sighed.

"Later, I went to Huzhou, Hong Xue has passed away, she has a heart problem, after giving birth to you, she didn't survive after all, she died on the third day, you became an orphan, but she was pregnant, why didn't she come to me, write to me and say that she was ready to get married and start a family, let me forget about this relationship and find a suitable marriage, I went to find her, and your uncle didn't say it, she gave birth to a child---"

"Later, when you were admitted to college and about to graduate from your internship, your uncle had lung cancer, and there was not much time left, so I vaguely suspected your identity, you really look a little like Hong Xue, I didn't suspect it at the time, I thought you were my uncle's son, and it was not strange to be like Hong Xue, and later when you had a physical examination, I secretly took a blood sample and did an appraisal, and finally understood that you are the child of me and Hong Xue, and your uncle raised you, because Hong Xue has a last word, and he can't disturb my life, You must not mention it, your uncle did not talk about it until he died. ”

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong were almost lying on the edge of the bed, crying silently.

Han Jiangong recalled that when he was young, his mentor was not only rigorous in his studies, but also often secretly stuffed money to two people, often helped them in life, and taught them on the operating table.

There was once a patient whose spinal tumor invaded the aorta, and the teacher chased him all the way to the train station, and used the radio from the train station to pull the patient back and send him to the operating table.

At that time, the patient was pushed onto the operating table, and the aorta was on the verge of rupture, and one step away from rupturing and dying.

Even at the last moment of his life, the teacher thought about making himself an experimental subject, and after the failure of the operation, he carried out pathological anatomy research and accumulated experience for the younger generation, and he dedicated his life to medicine, and finally his body to medicine.

"Dad--- I don't blame you---" Hong Zhigang sobbed.

"Listen---" Professor Feng took a deep breath.

"Come in!" Some of the doctors who had just been blocked out by Professor Zhang, Professor Zhang is letting them in now.

Hong Zhigang, Han Jiangong, doctors and nurses in the ICU, and a group of young doctors, stood by the bedside, these were Professor Feng's last words.

"One, no matter how risky it is, even if the success rate is zero, surgery must be done. 2. Afterwards, the corpse should be subjected to pathological autopsy, and in-depth and extensive research should be done on such tumors, so as to accumulate experience and make breakthroughs. 3. The things behind him should be simple and not extravagant, and should be handled by Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong. Fourth, the life savings are not much, the bank has 84,000 yuan in deposits, all donated to the medical school of Jiaotong University, 5. Although the house is old, it is quite valuable, and the cash obtained after the sale is divided into two parts, Zhigang and Jiangong each get one share. 6. There is a record book of patient follow-up in the study, which records a paralyzed patient, at that time, I had just carried out surgery on scoliosis, and the patient was paralyzed after surgery, and he has been guilty, Zhigang continued to follow up, visited every year, and in the future medical development, if he could be treated, he would come to the hospital for treatment, and the cost would be paid by Zhigang's house money, and the above should not be violated. ”

Professor Zhang recorded on the side, and after speaking, Professor Feng waved his hand: Arrange the operation as soon as possible, although there are many regrets in this life, but I think I have gone all out, so let's disperse.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the visiting corridor, all of them were doctors, masters, trainees, and advanced students in the sixth of the Magic Order, as well as Professor Feng's students who rushed back from abroad---

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong stood upright, bowed deeply to their teacher, perhaps, this is really the last farewell.

In the ward, in the corridor, everyone followed, bowing deeply.

There was silence in the ICU room.