Chapter Ninety-Seven: Ding's Father Falls into a Coma
"Let's go, go directly to the courtyard, it's big enough anyway!" Once a symbol of power, now it's a place for old people to talk.
Zhang Liang did not refuse, and got into their car with Wensu. And Ding Haotian and his family went to visit the beautiful scenery of today's imperial capital.
There are a lot fewer people, and there is less pollution of all kinds. Today's major cities are clean and spotless.
"Dad, Mom, don't go back! I guess it's too late, and my dad will come out. Ding Haotian asked directly.
"Okay, our hometown is not over there, let's go! Let's go, take Tian Tian around here! Luo Mu saw the shopping mall in front of her and said with a smile.
Ding Haotian told the little girl the story of Shui Lanxing along the way. Although she may not understand, he did not give up the opportunity to educate his children.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the breath of the New Year is getting heavier and heavier. The streets are lit up and full of joy.
The little girl was in his arms, looking around with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her face was full of excitement.
Ding Jianguo came to the cemetery of the imperial capital, where the people who have contributed to the country for generations are buried.
Although his wife did not make a great contribution, she was also buried here because of Ding Jianguo.
Walking alone on the road, the Chinese New Year is approaching, and there are also people here who come to visit the deceased. They all stopped and looked at the lonely back.
Due to the scorching of the fire dragon, his whole person is like an old man in his last years.
Finally, a desolate tomb came into view, and he trembled all over and walked over slowly: "Wan'er, I've come to see you...... Do you blame me for all these years? ”
He sat down slowly, carefully clearing the weeds with his bare hands. "Wan'er, our children have grown up and are amazing now...... I'm also retired......"
He doesn't move fast, and he does it very seriously. The Führer's guard wanted to come forward to help, but he stopped him: "I'm going to do it myself!" ”
The guards had no choice but to stand by to guard his safety. Now he is just an old man in his last years, and he is no longer the person who once shocked a country with his own strength.
From day to night, he finally cleared the weeds, and a modest tomb appeared.
"Our granddaughter is sweet, very smart, and very well......-behaved," he was still chattering, as if to make up for all these years of debt.
"Chief, the chief said, let you go back early, it's cold, don't catch a cold." The guard came to remind.
On the ground in the afternoon, I caught a little cold, and a few coughs made the faces of the guards around me change dramatically: "Chief, you ......"
"It's okay, Wan'er, I'm old, my body can't bear it, I'll accompany you tomorrow!" He laughed miserably.
The guard stepped forward to help him, he had no martial arts, and his resistance was not as good as that of an ordinary person.
As soon as he got into the car, he fainted. This frightened the guards and quickly reported the news truthfully.
The Führer was still waiting in the courtyard, and suddenly received a message from the security department, and several people were startled: "Go, go to the hospital!" Notice Haotian! ”
Just about to return to the top floor of the Immigration Planning Bureau, I received a strange phone call. After hearing the content, Ding Haotian's face changed.
He didn't expect that the first thing Ding Jianguo did when he came back was to go to that place. I stayed for another day and fell ill directly.
"Mom and Dad, Fei'er, you go up first. Lulu and I went to the hospital and my dad fell ill. ”
"What, let's go too!" Luo Zhi hurriedly said.
"No, take care of Tiantian. It should be fine! Although he said that, there was a deep uneasiness in his heart, as if someone important was about to leave, and this uneasiness lingered.
In the hospital, the director and director who received the news were all waiting at the door.
As soon as the Führer's car arrived, they stepped forward to carry the fainted man away and into the emergency room.
"The patient has a fever, get a fever-reducing injection."
"No, he can't use a fever reducer!" The dean directly rejected the director's decision.
Today's Ding Jianguo, it is not easy to live. But now I am more afraid of getting sick, and many medicines cannot be used due to physical reasons.
"Physical cooling, fast ......"
In a few moments, the emergency room was full of people. Several old people were all present, and their faces were all worried.
After a few more minutes, Ding Haotian and Sun Lulu appeared. He acted very calmly and asked, "What's going on?" How can you faint? ”
The guard, who had been accompanying him, lowered his head and told the truth about the matter. are all big shots, what can he do with a small shrimp? No one can afford to mess with them.
Ding Haotian's eyes gradually turned cold, the guard was not wrong, but he just couldn't control himself.
A warm hand reached over and grabbed his hand, "Haotian, Dad will be fine!" ”
"Hmm~" He stared at the door of the emergency room, frowning, and didn't say a word.
The Führer waved and told the guards to go down. Several people stared at the emergency room, waiting for good news to come from inside.
At this time, the dean and several directors inside were busy sweating profusely.
The fever had just stopped, and the old wound had recurred. The old wound stopped, and he began to vomit blood again.
"Everyone do their best, he must not be fine!" The dean, who was in his seventies, was drenched in sweat, and his strength was also exhausted in the rescue.
But he still insisted on staring at the sidelines, this is someone that the Führer and several old people care about, there is really something wrong, there is a big trouble.
An hour passed...... There was still no movement inside, and the people outside subconsciously clenched their fists.
These few hours, they don't know how to get through it. It seemed like a hundred years later, and when the door to the emergency room opened from the inside and the dean was carried out by the doctor, it was already the middle of the night.
Although the dean had collapsed, the look on his face told everyone: "The patient is fine!" ”
"Good work, Dean!" For the first time, the Führer shook his hand and thanked him sincerely.
Not only because the person who saved it was Ding Haotian's father, but more importantly, it was his brother!
Several old people hugged each other, and they all had relieved smiles on their faces. At their age, maybe a day of breathing is earned.
But they don't want to see others leave before themselves, and that kind of pain is difficult for them to accept.
"Uncles, go back! Here I am! Ding Haotian's face also softened.
"Okay, what's the matter, call me directly!" The Führer had no opinion.
In the ward, Ding Haotian looked at the person on the bed and was speechless for a long time. Is this still the Chinese god of war?
What a beautiful man he once was, but now he has fallen into such a field.
"Haotian, you can rest! I...... Uh......" Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt nauseous and quickly ran into the bathroom.
"Are you alright? Did you go shopping in the afternoon and catch a cold? Ding Haotian asked outside the door.
"It's okay, maybe I have a cold!" In the bathroom, she vomited in the dark.
"I'll call a doctor...... "He still doesn't feel at ease, why is he vomiting so badly.