The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

It is Chen Linguan, it must be Chen Linguan.

China has a low status in the international arena, as are the Chinese and overseas Chinese.

In a foreign country, it is difficult for them to contact a better cardiologist in France. Only the highly anticipated Chen Linguan can do this in a short period of time, and only those who stand at the top of the academic pyramid can break free from the shackles of being discriminated temporarily and have the real right to speak.

Even if Tan Qingxiang returned to the UK, he had no results and no connections, and he couldn't do that...

So Shen Xi could see the doctor's surprise and surprise.

As in her own mood.

That night, four doctors went to this hospital one after another.

Chen Linguan did not appear.

Shen Xi waited for the doctors to finish their consultation, and when they left the ward, one of the American doctors stopped and smiled at her and said in English: "Mrs. Fu, I am a friend of Chen Linguan."

She nodded and shook hands with each other.

"I heard that you are also a very prestigious surgeon in China?"

"There is no such saying," she said modestly. "Western medicine in China is still in its infancy."

He laughed: "Later we will have an internal meeting and we will also look at your husband's inspection report. I will personally tell you the results of our discussion in about three hours.

"Okay, thank you."

"And..." the other party murmured, "Tomorrow is the day when the peace meeting ends. Try not to discuss this with the patient."

"I understand." she said.

It was three hours, and by two and a half hours, she could not sit still.

She hinted that Tan Qingxiang was with him in the ward, and went to the cardiology department floor under the pretext of going out for ventilation.

Standing here, she remembered her state of mind when she was in New York for the first time. She had been obsessed with the heart... Behind her, a man in a dark suit and a top hat approached and stopped: "Someone in the last century said that in the heart It’s a blasphemy of the art of surgery to perform surgery. Whoever dares to do so will surely be ruined—"

When Shen Xi heard who the man was, he couldn't help but smile: "But someone has already started to succeed, the ice has been broken, and we will find the route to the heart."

This is the vision of a New York professor in the lecture hall of cardiology when they were studying. The professor was the enlightenment of cardiology by Shen Xi and Chen Linguan.

Chen Linguan stared at her.

He is a person who only values ​​his own feelings and has few friends, because he can't tolerate his distraction in private social interaction, and his madness in cardiology can only be understood by the former Shen Xi. She is his confidant, with a deep friendship and better than brotherhood.

But he was also a little boy in the past. Later, because his father lost to Fu Dongwen in the business field, he became a poor boy after his family fell...Although his love for Shen Xi defeated his love for Fu Dongwen Resent, but man is an emotional animal, even if he used all his strength and invited all his colleagues to come here, he still has a hard time.

"Can you give me another reason to save him more comfortably? You may not know that after my father's business failed, the family had a hard time. My mother always mentioned his name as an enemy," He smiled helplessly, and felt that he was not filial. "At the end of every letter, I must remember him."

"Do you want... from home country or private?"

"Privately, it is related to you, because I saved it for you." Chen Linguan turned the hat in his hand.

"He saved my life. At that time, our family was ransacked. Without him, I would have died at the age of eleven."

Chen Linguan was stunned for a moment.

He patted Shen Xi on the right shoulder, walked around her, and entered the meeting room.

The addition of Chen Linguan extended the meeting for a full two hours.

At sunset, Chen Linguan sat next to her: "I said, listen. His condition is not very good. We have two plans. One is conservative medical treatment, but to be honest, he has money. All the western medicines that can be bought are the best. We don’t have any special medicines in this regard. Another option is surgery, but this option is very dangerous. You also know the current status of cardiac surgery."

"What's your suggestion?"

"My suggestion is surgery. He is in great danger of deterioration. I can tell you very clearly that no one can save a person with myocardial infarction at this stage. At that time, no one will be able to recover."

She felt in a daze that the conversation seemed familiar.

She looked at him.

Chen Linguan said: "I have found a doctor with the most clinical experience for you. For this operation, no one but us can do this operation in France or even in Europe."

After he finished speaking, he added: "My professor cannot go to the operating table. If the operation is performed, it will be my chief surgeon."

If it is an ordinary patient, Chen Linguan would not make this suggestion.

He has operated on the heart, and 90% of the patients he has encountered so far will refuse it. He had this suggestion just because she was Shen Xi.

"Of course, if it is conservative treatment, I will try my best."

She finally remembered why she felt familiar.

At the time Xiao Wu Ye received the amputation operation, she also had similar suggestions to Fu Dongwen, and even the way of wording was surprisingly similar. Chen Linguan is right. She understands surgery and also understands cardiac surgery. She thought of using a woodworking saw to cut Xiao Wu's leg in the operating room... There was no fear at the time, but now she is afraid.

It took Fu Tongwen two minutes to make the decision to agree to the operation.

After Chen Linguan finished speaking, she sat quietly for ten minutes, still unable to make up her mind. She defended herself in her heart, it was not a matter of life and death, she could not have the courage to break the boat.

"You let me think about it." She said softly.

Fu Dongwen saw that she couldn't eat during dinner, and proactively promised that she would not telegraph anyone, read newspapers, or see people from the embassy during these three months.

He is also consciously adjusting his mood. The will is written, but he doesn't want to die. If he fails too much, people will have an unrealistic expectation. He always feels that it is the next step. Tomorrow, he will definitely win it back.

This psychology is no different from a gambler who is stuck in the quagmire of money.

To put it bluntly, which of them is not a gambler who has staked his life?

People are fine during the day.

At night, his angina pectoris attacked again, and Shen Xi turned over from another hospital bed, just reaching his slippers, and Fu Dongwen had swallowed the medicine himself. He paid attention before going to bed and put the medicine in the handkerchief beside the pillow.

Even after taking the medicine, she smiled like a child, asking her for credit: You see, I took the medicine in time.

Shen Xi turned off the lights and declared the end of "flattering."

She changed the bed in the dull ward, leaned against him, took up a small space beside the bed, and guarded him. Her hand touched his leg gently. Chen Linguan's words circled in her mind, if it gets worse...

Fu Dongwen leaned against the head of the bed, which was a long painful process.

Shen Xi was silent, motionless, and the rhythm of his breathing was well controlled, as if he was asleep.

"Wan Yang?" He whispered to her.

"Yeah." She answered.

She also called him: "Brother Three?"

He also answered.

There was silence for a moment.

"I want to arrange an operation for you." She discussed with him.

"Are you in charge?" he asked deliberately.

Not serious.

"I don't have this ability." She said.

"You have this talent, I delayed you."

He knew what she gave up when she left New York with him.

Especially when I saw Chen Linguan again, Fu Tongwen felt sorry for her.

Shen Xi complained softly: "Okay, lie down."

Fu Tongwen lay in the quilt, his head resting on his arm, and staring at her: "That person, do you have you in his heart?"

When are you still thinking about this...

"No, he looks down on me, there are only **** hearts in his eyes."

"Good," he said suddenly.

"what's good?"

"Surgery," Fu Dongwen sought medical treatment for many years, and met with Professor Tan Qingxiang in the UK that year. He naturally knew the danger of the operation. "It was so decided. I think you didn't eat much in the past few days, and sleep It's not sweet, and I feel very worried. If the operation is good, we will do it. We can see you for two more years after recovery."

He found her hand in the quilt, greedy for her soft and boneless fingers.

Shen Xi drew close to his body, with the fabric covering his clothes on his face, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his life.

For the operation, Chen Linguan arranged for Fu Dongwen to be transferred to the hospital and invited physicians for a joint consultation.

Tan Qingxiang, Xiaowuye, and Miss Liu arrived at the hospital the night before the operation. Without letting Fu Dongwen know, they all sat and waited in the waiting hall, even if Shen Xi persuaded them to go back to sleep.

The next day, they sent Fu Dongwen into the operating room.

Before entering the operating room, Chen Linguan talked to Shen Xi for a few minutes to calm her emotions.

The door of the operating room was closed in front of her.

Fu Dongwen's pocket watch was in her hand, she wanted to come, and he always wore this pocket watch on her body, saying that it was given by a dead friend. Shen Xi opened the cover and stared at the dial embraced by a pair of emerald-colored peacocks...for no reason I remembered the Western-style grandfather clock in the Shen's study, the miniature pendulum in the pocket watch was ticking, and the pendulum of the grandfather clock in his memory did not stop.

Father, if you are alive in the sky, please bless your little friend, he still has unfinished wishes and career...

Two hours later, all Gu's peers in Paris also came, including Gu Youwei and her new husband.

Gu Youwei whispered to Tan Qingxiang: "The delegation did not sign the contract in the end."

Quietly in the corridor, the Gu family got the news, and there have been discussions about it, and the Fu family, who was waiting for the result of Fu Dongwen's operation, had already expected it here, but when they heard the ending, they fell into deep shock and sorrow.

Time is slowly passing by.

Shen Xi waited panicked, closing his eyes, imagining the scene in the operating room. The scene is a little clearer, like a silent film, white shadows are walking, talking, stitching nervously...

As if there was wind, blowing on her face.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time, the door of the operating room was also pushed open.

Chen Linguan stood in front of her, and he put his hand on Shen Xi's shoulder, exhausted.

Time froze between the two, and the miniature pendulum in the pocket watch seemed to be broken, as if it were still. This is the longest second in this life that Shen Xi has spent. Until he nodded, her heart finally jumped, and the clock continued to tick and tick as usual...Shen Xi held one of his hands with both hands, trying to thank him, but couldn't make a sound.

"Without you, there would be no me today," he said softly, "Shen Xi, you saved him, not me."

He didn't know the people outside the ward, and after talking to Shen Xi, he left.

She saw Fu Dongwen again, the next night.

She watched the night in Paris for half a year, but because she was concerned about the peace meeting, she was careless to watch.

That night, the moon was faintly visible, Paris was foggy, and it was not easy to distinguish the outline of the moon. Shen Xi sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, watching him patiently, waiting for him to wake up. I heard that he has been awake several times after the operation, but he is not so clear.

The smell of water disappears between her fingers, and he is still in the postoperative infection period, so he can't be careless. She treated herself completely in accordance with the disinfection standards of the surgeon before daring to enter this ward. She touched Fu Dongwen's sleeve and gently pulled it down for him. Somehow, she suddenly remembered the night she had first seen.

In the years of opium mi fragrant, next to her is the body of the traitor who reported her father. She was tied with her hands and curled up on the ground. From the perspective of the horizon, she watched a man in a suit among the crowd, stepping across the threshold. She could not move her ears against the ground, and therefore clearly heard the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the floor tiles... He walked three steps in front of him, bent his right knee, and went in a squat position that would accommodate her. Look at her face: "Have you beaten?"

Her heart beats faster than when she was beaten. Who is this...?

"San Ye," the person beside him asked in a low voice, "just...just now..."

"In the Forty-Nine City, there is really no one who dares to touch me," Fu Tongwen whispered, "Who is this girl, don't ask first, just hit me like that?"

With tingling all over, he touched the wound on her forehead, and then pulled down her unfolded coat to cover her exposed waist.

...

As if sensing that she was waiting, Fu Dongwen's eyelids moved slightly. Shen Xi grabbed his breath and saw him opening his eyes. In the dimness, Fu Tongwen seemed to be separated by a layer of white gauze and saw the misty clouds supporting the moon, and she was sitting at the front of the moon.

Four eyes face each other. Quiet, there was no sound.

He managed to smile.

He changed his breath again laboriously, and said with a soft and slow smile: "Really... it's a lot of time in your life."

She smiled, with tears in her eyes, and nodded heavily.

He woke up.

The third son of the Fu family, who likes to tilt his legs, turned his head and said with a smile to the people around him, "Everything is worse than a cup in hand, and the moon will be the head of the whole life" finally woke up.