Life is a Game

Jiang Chengde didn't know anything about what happened just now, he grabbed two biscuits and ate them while walking, the dry biscuits were swallowed raw like that without water, Jiang Feng felt as if he was choking after eating them.

Wearing long gowns in summer, although the noon sun is not particularly harsh, Jiang Chengde was sweating all over just walking on the road.

Compared with the bustling Beiping, Guanwai is indeed much more depressed. There are no pedestrians on the road, and there is no business in the shops on the street. There are even many shops that are not even open. , not even interested in chatting.

In such a big environment, it was obvious that Jiang Chengde, who was hurrying around in a long gown, was very strange.

Jiang Feng has been walking behind Jiang Chengde for an unknown amount of time like this. It was such an inconvenient time to measure the world with his feet, and the short distance seemed very far away. It wasn't until Jiang Chengde's shadow was stretched out that he walked to the hospital entrance.

The entrance of the hospital should be the busiest place Jiang Feng has seen since he came here. There are women in cheongsams, men in long gowns, and rickshaw drivers in short shirts pulling cars. With a western-style architectural style and high arched gates, Jiang Feng even saw an ambulance - a car painted white with a red cross on it.

It was not the first time for Jiang Chengde to come to the hospital. He passed through the crowd and went straight to the ward. Some doctors and nurses even knew him and nodded to each other when they met.

In front of the ward, Jiang Feng saw the name of Jiang Chengde's father - Jiang Hengzhong.

Jiang Hengzhong's attending physician was a foreigner. He stopped Jiang Chengde outside the ward and told him in mixed Chinese and English that Jiang Hengzhong was receiving treatment and it was inconvenient to go in now. It would take a few hours to visit him or pick him up from the hospital.

Jiang Chengde's English is not very good either. He babbled a few words intermittently and had a hard time communicating with the attending physician. The attending physician could only communicate with him by gesturing in Chinese and English. As for whether the other party could understand What I mean, how much I can understand can only depend on luck.

After listening to them for a long time, Jiang Feng understood their conversation. The attending physician wanted to tell Jiang Chengde that Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation effect was not very satisfactory, so they could only increase the dose. The price of Morphine powder has been rising. Originally, the money Jiang Chengde paid was not enough, but Mr. Lu sent another medical bill some time ago, so there is no need to worry about the previous problems. But with Jiang Hengzhong's current state, he can't be discharged from the hospital. If he just picks him up for a few hours, there will be no problem.

The attending physician's Chinese was as bad as Jiang Chengde's English, only the four words Mo Fei San and Qian had very standard pronunciations, which caused Jiang Chengde to completely misunderstand the meaning.

Jiang Chengde thought that the attending physician was reminding him that it was time to pay the fee, and he kept explaining to the attending physician that he was in financial difficulties and might not be able to afford so much money for a while. who mean.

While talking, the nurse came with the medicine.

"Doctor, I brought the Morphine Powder." The nurse said.

The attending physician nodded, beckoned her to go in, and said 4 words in Chinese following Morphine San and Qian: "Left arm, injection."

The nurse nodded in understanding, and walked into the ward with the medicine.

The nurse happened to be walking beside Jiang Feng, so Jiang Feng casually glanced at her plate, and was stunned when he saw the label on Morpheus.

Morphine

morphine.

A more toxic and addictive drug than opium.

It's actually a smoking cessation drug.

Jiang Feng wanted to go into the ward, but he couldn't bear to go into the ward.

Now he knows why Jiang Hengzhong died at the age of forty. First, he smoked opium and ruined his family property. Later, when he quit smoking, he actually used morphine to quit. Fighting poison with poison is tantamount to courting death.

After a while, the nurse came out of the ward and told Jiang Chengde that the patient had finished injecting Morphine powder and needed to rest, and asked him to wait outside for an hour or two before going in.

The attending physician also found it very difficult for him to communicate with Jiang Chengde, so he asked the nurse to change to a doctor who can speak Chinese to talk to Jiang Chengde, and left first.

Not long after, the nurse brought a young doctor over to talk to Jiang Chengde about Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation.

The young doctor first explained to Jiang Chengde Jiang Hengzhong's current smoking cessation progress, which he could not understand at all, and told Jiang Chengde very directly that Jiang Hengzhong's smoking cessation progress was far from ideal, and asked him if he would like to use a more expensive but more effective drug. Good new medicine.

"New medicine?" Jiang Chengde hesitated, "Isn't Morpheusan already a very effective medicine?"

"Morphine powder is indeed very effective, but after all, it still varies from person to person. Now a new drug with better curative effect has been developed abroad, and the price is much higher than that of Morphine powder. Bian has already been used first, and the curative effect is very good." The young doctor explained, "It is very difficult for our hospital to get this new drug. When Mr. Lu came to pay the fee a while ago, he mentioned that you are going to move to Peiping. Go, if it's the hospital in Peking, you can try this new drug for your father."

"What's the name of this medicine?"

"Heroin."

Jiang Feng: ...

He knew how Jiang Hengzhong died.

When he participated in the anti-drug knowledge competition, he also did a lot of questions. The question that impressed him most was that heroin was first introduced into China in the form of smoking cessation drugs, but he did not expect that this case would actually happen to his ancestors.

According to this posture, it will be difficult for Jiang Hengzhong to survive.

Just thinking about it this way, he still feels that Jiang Hengzhong is a little unlucky. It is his own problem that he became addicted to opium and ruined his family property, but the follow-up morphine, even heroin, and his final death are a bit of luck.

The young doctor chatted with Jiang Chengde and left. Jiang Chengde stood quietly at the door and waited for several hours until the nurse went in to check that there was no problem, changed Jiang Hengzhong's clothes, and took him out.

"It's best to send it back at night." The nurse did not forget to tell Jiang Chengde.

"Okay." Jiang Chengde replied.

Jiang Hengzhong is very thin.

Not just plain thin, nor thin from starvation or malnutrition, but morbidly, even horribly thin.

The hands protruding from the sleeves were as thin as hemp sticks, skinny, and Jiang Feng could still see the dense pinholes on his arms from the small part of his exposed wrist, which showed how many pinholes he was addicted to morphine now.

Jiang Hengzhong followed Jiang Chengde out of the hospital, looking very dazed.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Hengzhong asked. He was already in a trance when he was addicted to opium cream, and he became even more trance after quitting smoking. Sometimes he couldn't even distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Jiang Chengde looked at Jiang Hengzhong, and his heart didn't even fluctuate.

Jiang Hengzhong was no longer his father.

Ever since he was infected with opium cream, wandered around opium dens, lay on the couch and smoked clouds all day long, ruined his family property, indirectly killed his mother, and angered his grandfather to death, Jiang Hengzhong was not the one who taught him cooking skills and helped him straighten his clothes father.

"Mr. Lu wants to move his business to Beiping, and Taifeng Building will take off the plaque tonight." Jiang Chengde said.

"Mr. Lu?" Jiang Hengzhong was a little at a loss.

Jiang Chengde sneered: "Have you forgotten? Didn't you sell Taifeng Building to Mr. Lu a year ago? Didn't you sell all the land and house of the Jiang family to Mr. Lu to pay off the debt?"

"Debt payment..." Jiang Hengzhong narrowed his eyes.

In the past few years, he has been intertwined back and forth between reality and fantasy, and he has always been in a trance. Occasionally when he is awake, he is either in a smoke den or in a hospital, and his whole person is a little crazy.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chengde seemed to see the grandfather on the sick bed and the mother who lost her breath after giving birth. He clenched his fists and tried his best not to punch him. He ignored him and walked straight forward.