National Tide 1980.

Chapter 393
Ning Weimin is sick.

Maybe it's because good people don't get rewarded.

Who made him pretend to be a hero even though he was shivering from the cold last night.

If he insisted on wearing wet clothes all the time, he gave Qu Xiao the bathtub with hot water and the only set of clean dry clothes left.

Or maybe it's the evil that comes with evil.

Who made him fool the Qu family's parents with his eloquent tongue first.

Then when he left from Qu's house, he set up a clever trick to tease other girls.

On the grounds that it is inconvenient for him to keep it, he actually asked Qu Xiao to "keep it on his behalf" and not allow others to return the pearl jewelry.

Anyway, not long after returning home after solving the Qu family's problem, Ning Weimin quickly experienced what it means to be "sick like a mountain" as if he had encountered a ghost.

First, I had a sore throat and an itchy nose, and the tea that cost eight yuan a catty had no taste.

Then I have a headache and feel nauseous when I eat.

As a result, at night, I would vomit, have diarrhea, and have cold wars.

I took my temperature and it was 39 degrees!
I had no choice but to go to the hospital overnight to go to the emergency room and ask for an injection.

However, the doctor on the night shift refused to give it. He said it was less than [-] degrees Celsius, and there was no sign of pneumonia. It should be just wind-cold gastroenteritis.

Fortunately, this kid also has a useful mouth!

Despite having a high fever, Ning Weimin was still able to talk nonsense eloquently about how he had an urgent mission and would have to work overtime tomorrow and weekend, so he must not miss work.

The doctor who had just watched the movie "Middle Age" was so moved that he thought he was a national pillar like Lu Wenting, the protagonist of the movie, who sacrificed himself for the public.

I'm really sorry not to give him the needle.

This allowed him to escape the needle on the "rear hip tip", and quickly suppressed the temperature in the most comfortable way.

As a result, after hanging up the needle, the boy shamelessly ran back to No. 2 courtyard of Fan'er Hutong to sell himself miserably the next day.

He can think about it, whoever he loves, nothing matters.

It's better to avoid the phone and settle down, lie down on the bed with your mouth open and sleep for a whole day, and take good care of your little plastic body.

Needless to say, Kang Shude, who had to go to work on Sunday, was exasperated and distressed when he saw his apprentice.

What's annoying is that this kid doesn't know to come back on weekdays.

Piao, who is all over the world, almost completely forgets him as a master.

I know I'm back when I'm sick, and I still have to take care of him.

What is distressing is that my apprentice's face is sallow, and it is really serious to see a doctor.

Knowing to come back like this shows that he still knows that this is his home, and it's not easy to die.

So it's like "a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own grass nest".

What is "remember eating but not beating, forget the pain when the scar is healed".

What kind of nonsense such as "I committed crimes in my previous life, I owe you kid..." and so on.

Even though the old man flung them away, he kept counting in his mouth.

But the old man still assumed the duty of a father at this moment.

Just like taking care of his own son, he made a bed for Ning Weimin and boiled a pot of boiling water.

Then I got the kitchen to use shrimp skins, tomatoes, eggs and mixed noodles to make a bowl of pimple soup.

Until I watched the white-eyed wolf apprentice eat, take medicine, and lie down to sleep.

The old man just cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and left in a hurry to go to work.

So to have such a master, Ning Weimin is truly blessed in this life.

Don't look at such a bowl of shrimp soup, it's very ordinary, and there is no tender lamb, and the coriander is short,

But because of the strong family affection contained in it, to him at this time, it is undoubtedly more precious than a table of delicacies from mountains and seas in the Beijing Hotel.

In fact, he was lying on the bed, and he didn't really fall asleep.

When he heard that Kang Shuode was pushing his bicycle away, he couldn't help but shed tears silently, soaking the pillow towel.

At this moment, he realized a truth.

There are not many things that people really need, especially for a sick person.

No matter how much wealth you have, it is far less useful than a few heart-warming words from those who care about you, or a bowl of plain pimple soup.

Yes, being sick is never a good thing, but it's not all bad.

At least it can make people reflect on themselves, see the essence of life clearly, and realize how important it is to take care of their relatives and affection.

In the recent period of time, in fact, Master Luo is the person who has the deepest feeling in this regard.

Because he was also sick, suffering from severe lumbar muscle strain.

This is the root cause of his accumulated illness at work.

The main symptoms are pain and soreness in the lumbar or lumbosacral area, repeated attacks, and the pain can change with climate changes or the degree of fatigue.

If daytime fatigue is aggravated, it can be relieved after rest.

But the problem is that it is not easy to cure, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

For a short-tempered person like Master Luo, this disease is not only painful, but also very troublesome.

Because even though he is a workshop director, how can the workers be motivated if they don't take the lead and rush to the front when they are in charge of production?
But it hurts when he works, no matter he sits for a long time, stands for a long time, or holds a heavy object or lifts it from a bent position to an upright position.

In addition, he is getting older, and his recovery ability is getting worse day by day, and his bones can't bear it at all.

Gritting his teeth hard for a day's work will turn him into a bedridden patient, and it will be very difficult for him to even get out of bed.

Even he himself said that he was only in his early 50s, so he was almost like a waste.

Even going to the hospital is useless, and the doctor has no quick cure.

The only thing that can be done is to give him a shot of anti-inflammatory drugs and analgesics for temporary relief.

The suggestion to him is that if you want to get better, you can only raise it slowly.

Moreover, it is the right way to relax tendons and activate blood circulation such as massage and massage of traditional Chinese medicine.

So Master Luo's life began to encounter unprecedented difficulties, and he couldn't take care of the workshop.

They can only be entrusted to his own apprentice workshop deputy director, and his own son Luo Guangsheng, the section chief of the workshop.

But what is more troublesome is the inconvenience of medical treatment.
It's good that his back doesn't hurt, but when it hurts, he can't walk. How can he go to the hospital?

What's more, in the current situation of traditional Chinese medicine massage, medical resources are in short supply in the society, and retired veteran cadres are given priority.

You have to wait in line for an outpatient clinic once, and it's unbearable just to go and wait.

His eldest son is completely out of the question.

What's more, out of affection and sense of responsibility for the factory, out of my own face and self-esteem.

It was impossible for him to let Luo Guangsheng leave the factory and spend all his time with him on seeing a doctor.

So at this time, thanks to the fact that he still has a young son, Luo Guangliang's benefits are reflected.

Luo Guangliang is in charge of himself, as long as the time is staggered, he can almost be there on call to meet Master Luo's needs at any time.

After he accompanied Master Luo to see a few illnesses, he stopped going to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

I specially paid someone to find an old Chinese doctor who retired from a big hospital, and sent Master Luo there to receive the most professional massage treatment at the appointed time every day.

Absolute special treatment at the ministerial level-personal reception, special car delivery.

Although it is a tricycle, Kesheng is considerate.

Sometimes when Master Luo was in pain, Luo Guangliang would not even let his father touch the ground, and he could directly carry Master Luo to the old Chinese doctor's home on the third floor.

He also bought Tongrentang's tiger bone wine in boxes for Master Luo to strengthen his father's bones.

That's eight yuan a bottle.

Master Luo just drinks two or two drinks a day, and after a month, he can drink up an ordinary person's salary for the month.

Not to mention, the medical effect is really remarkable.

After a few weeks without knowing it, Master Luo himself felt very good.

Of course, I am very convinced by the old Chinese medicine doctor, and I am very grateful.

But the old Chinese doctor is a virtuous person.

While comforting Master Luo, he was unwilling to take all the credit for Luo Guangliang's work on himself.

He said to Master Luo, "My medical skills only account for a small part of the credit. What really made you recover so quickly is that you have a good son."

"It is said that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. I have seen this kind of thing a lot. Few family members of patients can achieve this level like your son. I can only say that you are blessed!"

"I will pick you up like this, accompany you, wait for you, spend a lot of money to let me see your doctor, and even buy you tiger bone wine. It's rare."

Master Luo was happy, but this was his heart disease after all, so he couldn't help shaking his head and complaining.

"You don't know. Of my two sons, this is the most unpromising one. He went astray and went in. Our boss is busy with important affairs in the factory, so he can't take care of me. This is still not serious At work, I just pull the cart outside all day long. It doesn’t matter if you don’t mention it, or you don’t mention it..."

Unexpectedly, the old doctor laughed.

"You are so funny. Two sons, the promising one can't accompany you, but you think it's good. The worthless one serves you every day, but you don't like it? Is the child wronged?"

"Actually, according to my opinion, any of your sons is good. Promising sons are raised for the country. Unpromising children are for yourself. You should think about it carefully, isn't it reasonable? "

"Listen to my advice, be content, and look at your child's merits. Just be with your son, who is strong and caring, so willing to spend money for you, how wonderful. I envy you."

"When I look at people, I only recognize one thing, and filial piety comes first. Think about it, a person who knows how to respect his parents, no matter how bad he is, how bad can he be?"

There is a saying that the bystander is clear.

It was the words of the old Chinese doctor that illuminated Master Luo's heart.

Since these days, he has actually thought about it in his heart.

Sometimes at night, my back hurts, and I can't help but miss my little son's kindness to me.

I feel that raising a child is really anti-aging, tears often wet the pillow under my head.

But it was his consistent strength and self-esteem that made it difficult for him to pull out the thorn in his heart.

But this time it was different, the words of the old Chinese doctor made him feel like a knife pierced his heart.

It prompted him to look at this son whom he had long since given up his hopes for from a fairer perspective.

So when Ning Weimin was drinking the pimple soup,
Master Luo, who came out of the old Chinese doctor's house, was holding the stairs and his son's hand down the stairs.

It also gave Luo Guangliang a surprise.

"Today is Sunday, let's go after lunch at noon. Your eldest brother and sister-in-law are here today. Our family hasn't sat down for a meal for a long time. Let your mother make pancakes and spread eggs for us. I also want to hear what you said In the past year, those things of riding three wheels outside."

"Dad! You...will you forgive me?"

Luo Guangliang immediately grabbed Master Luo's arm with both hands impulsively.

As far as he could remember, this was the first time his own father, who didn't even want to look at him, expressed tenderness to him after he came back.

(End of this chapter)