Life is a Game

Jiang Feng followed Zhang Guanghang into the inpatient department with a fruit basket.

He just bought the fruit basket in a small shop outside the hospital. The flower basket costs 288 yuan and the fruit basket costs 268 yuan. The flower basket can be seen but not eaten, it will be gone after two days, the fruit basket can be seen and eaten, and it can be eaten in one day.

Considering that Xia Mubing is a materialist who is pure and unpretentious, pragmatic and not exaggerated, and loves money only, Jiang Feng weighed it for more than ten seconds and picked a fruit basket that seemed to have the most weight.

The two old men were watching from the side. In their opinion, buying these things is empty. Going to the vegetable market to buy two catties of fish maw and prawns is more real than anything else.

Xia Mubing's ward was on the 19th floor. Zhang Guanghang went to the hospital every day and was already familiar with the terrain of the hospital. He led Jiang Feng and the others to the elevator entrance and waited for the elevator.

A minute later, the elevator doors opened.

A burly man with a very characteristic figure of the Jiang family, who looks almost 1.9 meters tall at a glance, wears an oversized white coat, wears a mask, has thinning hair and looks like an attending physician, and is carrying a strong man who is 1.8 meters tall. He walked out of the elevator door like a little chicken.

The four of Jiang Feng, including Zhang Guanghang, froze at the elevator entrance.

Doctors these days... all have this style of painting?

As soon as the burly man put the little chicken down, the chicken gasped for breath as if it had escaped from death, while not forgetting that the dead chicken had a stiff mouth and a trembling voice, threatening: "I tell you, you are breaking the law, I want to I'm going to complain to you, I'm going to call the police, you are violently abusing the patient's family, I'm going to find a reporter, I'm going to expose your black-hearted hospital!"

"Violence? Illegal?" The burly man slapped his hand on the wall, and there was a muffled sound from the wall, "This patient's family member, you made a big noise in the ward just now, which seriously affected the recovery and rest of other patients. I just I just invited you out very politely. You can adjust the monitoring, or you can complain to me, but—"

The burly man "lightly" patted the little chicken on the left shoulder, and the little chicken trembled.

"Please go and pay your dad's hospitalization fee first." The burly man slapped Little Chicken on the left shoulder again.

Little Chickie endured the unbearable pain of being slapped twice, and almost staggered and fell to the ground, but he was very strong because he had more important things to do.

"What does the old man's hospital bill have anything to do with me? You quack doctors know how to ask for money every day. The hard-earned money of our common people has been sucked dry by you vampires. My dad sent him in alone and he was treated by you. Look, it's okay, I'll pay you, I'll fuck!" Xiaojiziji jumped over the wall in a hurry, completely seeing the cowardly appearance just now, filled with righteous indignation, and was out of breath.

"Second brother?" Jiang Feng called out uncertainly after watching the scene at the elevator entrance for a long time.

"This—little brother? The third grandpa?! Grandpa!!" Jiang Shoucheng was overwhelmed by flattery, ignoring the little chick who can support an episode of a medical drama on the spot, "You guys came to see me on purpose!"

Jiang Shoucheng chose not to see the flower basket in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Let's come and see Mr. Xia." Jiang Feng said, lamenting in his heart that his second cousin hadn't gotten stronger in a few months. It's not easy to be an intern in a hospital and still have time to exercise.

"Hurry up, I'll go find you when I'm done with this. Which ward is Mr. Xia in? Let's have dinner together later, Grandpa. I can take you around Beiping City tonight when I have a rest." In fact, Jiang Shoucheng He doesn't even know who Mr. Xia is, but he cares so much, licking is the right thing to do.

"1901." Zhang Guang said.

After seeing the two old men, Jiang Shoucheng didn't have that much patience with the little chick, and he just dragged him away as easy as dragging a suitcase: "I just want to remind you about the payment, I think you've been talking about it for so long. I'll take you to drink tea."

What a warm doctor-patient relationship!

Jiang Weiguo glanced at the little chick who was dragged away, walked into the elevator, and muttered, "Another unworthy descendant."

Jiang Feng:?

again?

Xia Mubing's ward was a double room. In the same ward was a 67-year-old man surnamed Zhao. His daughter was accompanying him on the bed and was peeling apples for him. An escort was sitting by Xia Mubing's bed and was also peeling apples.

The facilities in the ward are quite complete, and the two old men are watching TV.

"Master." Zhang Guanghang said.

Xia Mubing looked at them.

Right behind Zhang Guanghang, Jiang Feng was startled when he saw Xia Mubing's appearance, but didn't show it, and said, "Hello, Grandpa Xia."

Xia Mubing was so thin that he was out of shape, with loose skin, age spots on his hands, countless dimples on his face, sunken cheeks, only his eyes were sharp, like a tiger at sunset.

Most of his body has really entered the gate of hell.

"Go and make tea for them." Xia Mubing said to the escort.

The escort put down the half-peeled apple in his hand to make tea, and Zhang Guanghang took the apple skillfully and continued to peel it.

Jiang Feng silently put the fruit basket aside to make room for the two old men.

The bedside table next to Xia Mubing's hospital bed was empty, except for a transparent glass bowl, there was only one black jar.

When the two old men walked up to Xia Mubing, they were all silent, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

"Third Young Master, Seventh Young Master, I'm really sorry. I can't pick you up when you go back to Beiping, but I have to trouble you to come and see me." Xia Mubing said, his voice hoarse.

The father and daughter in the next bed couldn't help but look this way, the title of young master is too drama-like.

"Xia Sheng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Weiming laughed, "We are all getting old."

Xia Sheng was Xia Mubing's original name. He was bought by Chen Qiusheng from a trafficker, and Xia Mubing was the name Chen Qiusheng later gave him. At first, Xia Mubing was not used to the three-letter name, and couldn't remember it all the time. When people asked him what his name was, he would say his name was Xia Sheng.

Xia Mubing was sold to traffickers by her biological parents when she was 7 years old, and she already remembered when she was sold. Xia Mubing remembered that he had 5 older sisters. He was the son that his parents begged for every day by burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

He still remembers that his parents knelt down and kowtowed to beg the traffickers to accept him. They didn't want money, they could only give him a bite to keep him alive. When he was sold, the five unmarried sisters all starved to death, and the married ones did not know whether they were alive or not. His grandma hanged himself with a rope to save him a bite to eat, and his mother was also starving to death. When his mother sent him to the traffickers, she kept telling him in a weak voice to obey him and let him live.

He doesn't know where his hometown is. Before he was bought by Chen Qiusheng, he walked with everyone every day, non-stop, one pancake a day, and he couldn't fall behind. .

Before being bought by Chen Qiusheng, his life was only black.

When Chen Qiusheng first bought Xia Mubing, he just wanted to find an older servant for his only son to study with him. Xia Mubing called Chen Qiusheng's only son, Master, and Jiang Chengde's seven sons, Master. Even after Chen Qiusheng raised Xia Mubing and developed feelings for him, and discovered his culinary talent and adopted him as his adopted son and apprentice, Xia Mubing still did not change their names for Jiang Weiguo and the others.

Xia Mubing originally thought that he had forgotten many things, and Taifeng Building only existed in the first twenty years of his life. Those times were too beautiful, one of the few colorful times in his life, so beautiful that it was even a little blurry.

But when he saw Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming, those memories that he thought were vague became clear again.

People of his age, what he loves and what he hates are basically buried in the ground. The King of Hades has already started to send little ghosts to catch him. old friend.

worth it!

"You're old." Jiang Weiguo sighed.

"Of course I'm old. If I'm not old, I'll become a monster." Xia Mubing said, looking at Jiang Feng, "Is that your little grandson?"

"Yes, he is the only one of my four grandsons who is still a little angry." Jiang Weiguo said.

"I watched his game, good boy, good boy." At this time, Xia Mubing was not at all like the eccentric old man Zhang Guanghang said, but more like an amiable elder.

"Taifeng Tower... When will it open?" Xia Mubing asked, his eyes gleaming.

"It's just this time, you have to hold on and don't die, my third brother and I are still waiting for you to cut the ribbon with us." Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Weiming smiled helplessly.

"I will hold on, don't try to drag me away when Lord Yan comes!"

The escort came back with a pot of hot water, made everyone a cup of tea, and said to Xia Mubing, "Mr. Xia, I won't bother you and your friends to catch up. I'll go and sit outside."

Xia Mubing nodded.

Zhang Guanghang put the sliced ​​apples in a glass bowl, went to the cabinet to get a toothpick, and said, "Master, I'm going to wash the fruit."

"Go ahead, put this jar there too, or we'll touch it later," Xia Mubing said.

"I'll do it." Jiang Feng went to get the jar.

"Ding, get [a piece of Xia Mubing's memory]."

Huh?

Jiang Feng subconsciously took another look at the jar in his hand, and for a moment thought of the tube of ashes that Liu Xiuzhen was holding in his arms in his memory.

Put the jar on the cabinet, pushed it in to make sure there would be no risk of it falling down, Jiang Feng said, "I'm going to wash the fruit too."

The three old men want to reminisce about the old days, so it's better not to bother them juniors.

As soon as Zhang Guanghang went out with the apples, an enthusiastic nurse came up and asked him if he wanted to help wash the fruits, ignoring Jiang Feng behind him.

"No need, I'll go wash with my friend." Zhang Guanghang said.

The nurse lady said sweetly: "Mr. Zhang is so considerate, he even washes the fruits himself!"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

That's considerate? I can still eat it myself!

"By the way, what was in that black jar just now?" Jiang Feng asked innocently.

"Ash."

After a pause, Jiang Feng guessed correctly, and asked, "Whose one?"

"I don't know. Master has kept that jar of ashes on the bedside all these years. It should be a very important old friend."