"Xiao Ji, you have a heart." Mo Chenggui took Ji Xiang's hand and said very gently and kindly, "Then check one, anyway, the operation will not be bad for these two days." ”

He coughed as he spoke, and although Mo Chenggui tried his best to hide it, everyone else could see that Mo Chenggui swallowed back the phlegm he coughed up, so as not to let Ji Xiang see it.

Colonel Wang was a little sad, he lowered his head and sighed, and his bald head was gone.

It is said that life and death are fateful, but this is one thing to say to the patient, and another thing to say to the relatives and friends around him.

"Then do it." Mo Chenggui said, "Xiaoji, sit down, let's talk for a while." You went to shoot a show, and it took more than a month to leave. ”

Ji Xiang sat at the head of Mo Chenggui's bed, "Teacher Mo, don't worry, you really don't have to worry, you will understand after the examination." ”

"Okay." Mo Chenggui smiled, coughed again and asked, "I thought you wouldn't come back if you stayed in the First Affiliated Hospital, how good the south is, the salary is high, and everything is good." ”

"It's okay, the key is that my dad is here, and I can't leave."

"Your dad is still young, less than fifty years old, and he doesn't need your care. Your age is the time to think about the future, you say you. Mo Chenggui said, and there was already a complaint in his tone.

"It's okay in the south, it's okay." Ji Xiang said, "But it's all the same. ”

"If it can be the same, the income will be different. I...... If Colonel Wang is in the south, he will make a base of 100,000 yuan a month. His son is in his third year of high school, and when he goes to college, he is expected to go to the south. ”

"Lao Mo, you don't have anything to say about me." Colonel Wang said, "If you can make money, who doesn't." ”

"I'm not interested in making money." Ji Xiang said very calmly.

“……”

“……”

Mo Chenggui also wanted to persuade Ji Xiang, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

He looked at Ji Xiang in distress, "Xiao Ji, I thought the same way when I was young, and Colonel Wang thought the same way when he was young. Look at the present, we still have to go to a private hospital to cut bags. Although there are many ways to make money in the hospital, we can only earn this money because we have such a big ability. ”

"My parents have money, and I don't have to work hard to earn it, my dad said that he is responsible for laying the foundation, no matter what I like to study, as long as I work hard, don't worry about anything else."

"Inflationary ......"

"Koji." Colonel Wang raised his head and said solemnly, "I remember that on the first day you came to the hospital, I told a story about a neighbor of my family. ”

"Teacher Wang, I remember." Ji Xiang smiled, thought about it carefully and said, "It's different. Let's put it this way, a few years ago, a friend of my dad played Weibo, and that year Sotheby sold a blue and white porcelain bowl at the auction, 60 million, and my dad's friend replied that it was not worth so much money, and it was estimated that there was an insider. ”

Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao looked at each other, 60 million, a broken bowl, which was completely beyond their understanding of the world.

This kind of thing can only be seen in the news at most, and it is regarded as a spice for gossip and life, but I didn't expect Ji Xiang to say it when he was chatting.

"There were a lot of people who mocked my dad's friends, so he took a few pictures of the house. There are 4 of these bowls fired in one kiln, and the other 3 are all in my house. So, it's not worth that much at all. ”

Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang were confused.

"My dad never played with these things, and I don't know why."

"What does your dad do?" Colonel Wang thought that Ji Xiang was bragging.

Ji Xiang took out his phone and began to flip it.

"Well, this is a circle of friends that my dad posted when Kazuo Inamori died. At that time, many well-known entrepreneurs posted condolences, and my dad also posted one. ”

In the picture, a man in his thirties and an old man with gray hair are sitting by a pond fishing.

They look relaxed, the atmosphere is very harmonious, and the taste of forgetfulness is spontaneous.

It seemed to be drizzling in the sky, and there was only one umbrella, and the gray-haired old man and the middle-aged man each occupied half of the umbrella, and half of the body was a little heavier.

The artistic conception of the whole picture is transcendent.

A pure and elegant breath arises spontaneously.

Colonel Wang and Mo Chenggui looked at each other, although they didn't know Sheng Dao and Fu, they vaguely knew that this was a big man.

The text of the circle of friends is very simple - Mr. Sheng Dao and Mr. Fu go well.

“……”

Mo Chenggui was speechless.

This kind of flaunting of wealth is stronger than the bowl of 60 million, and the impact on him is greater.

"My dad has a lot of friends, but he can't go abroad now, but they all keep in touch." Ji Xiang smiled, "Teacher Mo, don't worry, I know what I do." ”

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Mo Chenggui was speechless.

Compared with Ji Xiang's rich father, his knowledge seems to be a little shallow.

I originally wanted to instill some values in Xiao Ji, but I didn't expect to be shocked by Ji Xiang's silent display of wealth.

"Xiaoji, how is your research project?" Colonel Wang eased his nerves and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, scientific research is time-consuming." Ji Xiang said, "Come a little bit, don't be in a hurry." ”

This is as if Ji Xiang is an experienced old man who is pointing out a famous path for young people.

Lin Jiu stood silently in the corner, watching Ji Xiang's gaze become more and more complicated and tangled.

The thoracic surgeon contacted PET-CT and went for an examination early the next morning.

The results came out quickly.

The space-occupying lesion in the lower lobe of Mo Chenggui's right lung did not "brighten" on the image, and it turned out that it was not a tumor.

With a thick PET-CT report, the whole hospital was consulted again.

This time, Mo Chenggui, as a "patient", also attended and listened to the opinions of other doctors.

What Ji Xiang said was true, he was not comforting himself. The twists and turns in the hospital are all clear, and if there is something, they will definitely not let him sit in the office.

It's too cruel to do that.

Now the question is on what the diagnosis is.

Lin Jiu stood in front of the blackboard and began to talk at length about bird allergies, quoting classics, and even the excerpted literature numbers were written on the blackboard 1510, just like doing scientific research.

Mo Chenggui can't believe it or not.

As for the source of the disease, it was Mo Chenggui's shabby down jacket, which made it difficult for Mo Chenggui to accept.

A torn down jacket would make you think of death.

"Lao Mo, I've told you countless times, change the down jacket, you just don't change the fuck." Colonel Wang complained, "If you change a good one early, you won't be startled." If you don't have Xiaoji, although you will be fine, but one less lung lobe, you will have to work lightly and fearlessly in the future, and I will be the one who suffers. ”

Mo Chenggui smiled, very relaxed.

It's not lung cancer, he feels the sun warms a little.

"Dr. Lin is too willing to show off, and the person who diagnosed it is not him, and he listens to him throughout the whole process." Colonel Wang fought for Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji doesn't want to talk more, anyway, everyone knows, it's okay." Mo Cheng Gui said.