NFBE Chapter 1463: The Ji Family Will Remember This Love
Chapter 1463: The Ji Family Will Remember This Love
tom!
Within five seconds, the people in the house finally came to their senses and almost knelt on the ground.
All the Chinese and Western medicine doctors who came to rescue Mr. Ji, including Lu Dingkun, were looking at Li Xiangnan with complicated expressions at this moment.
Yes, even including Lu Dingkun himself!
never seen it!
I have never seen this before!
Li Xiangnan's method of rescuing people is skillful, innovative, desperate and unconventional!
I haven’t seen it, I really haven’t seen it!
It’s too shocking!
What is shocking is not only Li Xiangnan’s medical skills!
What’s even more shocking is that he actually saved the old man!
The barely breathing old man Ji's face suddenly began to turn rosy, and he was really returning to the human world!
"Xiao Li!" Lu Dingkun's throat was trembling!
"Xiangnan!" Song Cijiu was even more impressed.
"Doctor Li!" Ji Tongxing's lips were trembling, and he couldn't even utter a word of thanks!
But Li Xiangnan waved his hand and said, "Zimo, please call the hospital and my home and tell them that I won't be going back for a few days! I have something to do!"
After saying that, he looked at Song Cijiu and said lightly: "Send the Buddha to the west, save people to the end! Don't disturb me these few days, everyone go out! I will stay here for a few days until the old man gets better!"
"Okay!" The Ji family had no hesitation at this moment and all of them shouted "Okay" subconsciously.
All doctors and other people were asked to leave the room.
Three days.
Li Xiangnan stayed in the house almost all the time.
The medicine furnace is cooking day and night, and the air is filled with the strong bitter aroma of decoctions such as Shenfu Decoction, Shengmai Powder, and Rehmannia Decoction.
The eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Song Cijiu were red from staying up all night, but their eyes lit up with every steadier breath the old man took.
Their trust in Li Xiangnan was almost devout.
On the evening of the third day, the house was filled with a strong aroma of medicine.
The setting sun shines through the window lattices, casting a warm glow on the room.
Li Xiangnan sat by the bed and took his pulse.
Although Mr. Ji's pulse was deep, thin and weak, the danger had been eliminated and a faint but continuous pulse of life could be felt at his fingertips.
I just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up to look at the medicine.
At this moment——
The body had been lying silent on the bed for several days, and the fingers under the quilt trembled very slightly!
This tiny movement was like thunder!
Song Ci’s ex-wife, who was standing by the bed, was the first to catch it!
She suddenly covered her mouth, gasped in disbelief, and her vision was blurred by tears.
Then, the old man's tightly closed eyelids began to tremble with difficulty.
As if using all his strength, his heavy eyelids slowly opened a crack!
His cloudy eyeballs turned around blankly, and finally, they focused on Li Xiangnan's face little by little!
The room was dead silent.
The gurgling sound of the medicine furnace can be heard clearly.
The cracked and cyanotic lips twitched very slightly, and a faint "ho ho" sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other came from the throat.
"...Li...Xiang...Nan...?"
These three words were so faint but sounded like thunder!
"Dad!" The daughters rushed to the bed and burst into tears.
Ji Tongxing suddenly turned his back and his shoulders shook violently.
The medical staff outside, including the white-haired director, rushed in and heard the call.
The director quickly checked the pupils, heartbeat, breathing, and monitor data, and the expression on his face showed admiration as if he had witnessed a miracle.
When he looked at Li Xiangnan, there was only pure awe in his eyes.
Warmth, real warmth of life, dispelled the haze of death that had lasted for days.
After these few days of treatment, Mr. Ji was finally pulled back from the brink of death.
Although his vitality was seriously damaged, he was able to sit up with the help of a soft pillow, drink liquid food, and speak intermittently.
Transferring to the high-ranking cadres ward is just a confirmation that he is out of danger.
On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the May sunshine was shining brightly, casting a warm glow across the yard.
The main room, which had once been filled with the smell of death, also became much brighter.
Ji Tongguo personally escorted Li Xiangnan to the jeep at the gate.
The gloom on his face was gone, and although his eyes were tired, he was full of energy.
He held Li Xiangnan's hand tightly with a steady and powerful force.
"Doctor Li," Ji Tongguo said in a loud and clear voice, "I don't need to thank you for your kindness! I am a rough man!"
He loosened his hand, took out a thick brown paper envelope from his shirt pocket, and stuffed it into Li Xiangnan's hand.
The envelope was heavy.
"Take it!" His tone brooked no room for refusal. "You gave me this life, and the Ji family owes you this! This little thing is nothing! It contains a token of my appreciation, and also..."
He lowered his voice, his eyes were sharp and sincere, "If you have any problems in Yanjing in the future, leave it to me! If you encounter any difficulties in your hospital, come to me, just one word! I will definitely get it done for you! In addition,"
He paused, then took out a beautifully printed hard card with special dark patterns from his other pocket and stuffed it into the envelope. "Friendship Store Pass. If you need anything rare in the future, don't hesitate to take this and you'll have no problem getting in!"
Friendship Store! A magical place in Yanjing in the early 1980s! The status and privilege it symbolizes are worth more than a thousand gold coins!
Li Xiangnan held the envelope, feeling the outline of the hard card and the thick stack of banknotes, his heart was in turmoil.
At this time, a calm and slightly old voice sounded behind him:
"Tongguo, go arrange a car first."
Li Xiangnan and Ji Tongguo looked back.
Mr. Ji, wrapped in a thin coat, walked out slowly with the help of his daughter.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, he looked pale and thin, with a slightly hunched back, but his eyes had regained their depth and sharpness, and now he looked at Li Xiangnan calmly.
Ji Tongguo responded respectfully: "Yes, Dad."
After saying that, he walked quickly towards the driver.
The warm sunshine of May shines on the blue brick ground.
Mr. Ji signaled his daughter to step back.
He stood alone, his eyes lingering on Li Xiangnan's face for a moment. The look contained fatigue from surviving a calamity and deep scrutiny, which eventually turned into a heavy, almost tangible recognition.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice was not loud, and it was weak, but every word was powerful and clear to the ear:
"Young man from the Li family," he called directly, with the casualness and solemnity of an elder, "The Ji family will remember this favor forever."
No fancy words, no exaggerated promises.
Those eight words, like eight heavy stamps, were branded into the air with scorching heat, and also into Li Xiangnan's life trajectory.
The warm wind blew by, bringing with it the last sweet fragrance of the locust flowers outside the courtyard wall.
Li Xiangnan stood in front of the heavy vermilion lacquered door, holding a heavy envelope in his hand, his fingertips feeling the hard edges of the Friendship Store pass and the thick outline of the banknotes.
In the distance, the clear voice of Li Guyi could be heard from the radio: "Our tomorrow is sweeter than honey..."
The song floated in the warm breeze of May.
The engine roared low, and Song Cijiu, who was at the driver's seat, drove the jeep silently.
Li Xiangnan took a last look at the courtyard, which seemed solemn but slightly open to him, and took a deep breath of the warm and complex air - a mixture of the scent of medicine, dust, locust flowers, and the invisible scent called "future."
Without saying anything, he opened the car door and got in.
The car door closed, temporarily leaving behind the heavy promises, the door that symbolized privilege, and the world that Li Xiangnan had forcibly pulled back to life.
The car started and drove out of the quiet alley, merging into the slightly lazy traffic flow of Yanjing City in the May afternoon.
Outside the window, there are gray walls, newly green locust trees, pedestrians wearing Dacron shirts, and the mottled signs of grocery stores... a huge, old, and quietly budding 1980s.
Under the palm of my hand, the texture of the envelope is extremely clear.
The contents of this huge envelope, which is like a file bag, allow him to roam freely in the ocean of money.
There is still a long way to go.
But Li Xiangnan knew that some things were no longer the same.
This shabby jeep was carrying Li Xiangnan into a future full of possibilities.
The wheels rolled over the road, making a monotonous and firm sound, like the turning gears of fate, moving forward quietly under the warm sun of May.