Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 88 To this day, I still haven't found the answer
After entering the door, Jiang Shan ran directly into Li Ruocheng's study, but there was no one there.

But I heard Li Ruocheng's voice coming from the bedroom: "Here it is!"

Jiang Shan hurried to the bedroom again and saw the old man lying on the bed in pain.

"What's the matter, Uncle Li?" Jiang Shan himself was a little panicked: "What's wrong?"

Li Ruocheng's face was pulled into a ball, especially his eyes, he couldn't cover them with both hands, and he couldn't cover them either.

"Is it because your eyes are uncomfortable?" Jiang Shan has already seen it: "Is it hurting your eyes?"

"I don't know why," Li Ruocheng panted slightly with a thin layer of sweat on his pale face:
"Something's wrong during the day, the pain is unbearable for a while, and...the right eye has no light at all."

Li Huaiying was supported by Jiang Ma and stood aside:
"Since the past two days, the old man has been saying that there are small bugs flying around in front of his eyes. He has already started to hurt this morning, and he has to read a book secretly."

Jiang He bent down to pick up a book on the ground, and Jiang Shan turned his head to look at it: "Gone with the Wind?"

At this moment, Li Ruocheng, who was still humming in pain just now, suddenly laughed and scolded: "You kid still knows Gone with the Wind."

Jiang Shan stopped talking nonsense with the old man: "I still know that I have to send you to the hospital immediately."

"Going to the hospital so late?"

In fact, Li Ruocheng also knew that this time it was not a trivial matter, but: "Would it be too much trouble?"

"What's the trouble?" Father Jiang said decisively, "Third brother, hurry up and put on more clothes for Uncle Li. I'll borrow a tricycle in the front yard."

"Cheng," Jiang Shan immediately took his coat: "Uncle Li, you don't need to worry about anything, we will send you to the hospital right away."

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Huaiying came back to his senses after a while: "Show the doctor your eyes, what's wrong?"

From the severe pain at the beginning, to rushing to Jiang's house for help.

The old couple of the Li family were most worried about Li Ruocheng's eyes not being blind.

After being busy with Lao Jiang's family, Li Huaiying felt the advantages of a big family for the first time.

It's really better than fighting alone.

Jiang He hugged the quilt and led the way, Jiang Shan followed behind with Uncle Li on his back, and Jiang Ma and Li Huaiying protected him all the way.

Without much effort, Li Ruocheng lay on the tricycle.

"Which of you two can ride this thing?" Dad Jiang couldn't anyway.

Jiang He immediately took over the handlebar: "I'll do it, the youngest is struggling to ride a bicycle."

Without saying a word, Jiang Shan jumped to the back of the car and sat down.

A group of people rushed towards the nearest Pujiang No. [-] Hospital...

"How about doctor?"

Jiang Shan anxiously asked about the white coat. At this moment, he clearly felt that Uncle Li, who was leaning on him, was trembling.

The doctor took a closer look at Li Ruocheng's right eye, then shook his head:

"I'm just a physician. There is no ophthalmologist in the emergency room at night. You have to wait until the daytime."

"Wait so long?" Li Huaiying didn't expect that it would be useless to send it to the hospital: "What should I do?"

Li Ruocheng, who was trembling all over, waved his hands, and gasped softly: "It's okay, I'll bear with it."

Jiang Shan looked at Uncle Li with a frown, feeling that his face was paler than before.

"Second brother, help Uncle Li for a while,"

Jiang Shan helped Li Ruocheng to sit down in the aisle of the hospital: "I'll get some hot water."

Li Huaiying immediately took out a water glass from his bag, and then felt a little dizzy, so he quickly sat down with a chair.

Jiang Shan walked all the way to Kaishuijian, and he also began to worry about the old man's eyes, whether there would be any serious problems.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang,"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

Jiang Shan stopped and raised his head: "Director Gu!"

In the hospital hall, Gu Zhengzheng looked at Jiangshan with a smile: "It's really you."

Beside him stood a doctor with graying temples.

Jiang Shan trotted two steps quickly: "Gutai, why did you come to the hospital so late?"

Director Gu, who hadn't seen Jiangshan for a long time, patted him on the shoulder: "I'm here to see an old leader from the past, how about you? Why are you so late."

"Me?... My uncle is sick," Jiang Shan explained, "I just sent him here, but the doctor said that we have to wait until dawn."

"Which doctor said this?"

Before Director Gu could speak, the doctor beside him frowned first.

So, Director Gu hurriedly introduced: "Xiao Jiang, this is Director Ma of the Inpatient Department of the Second Hospital."

"Hello, Director Ma," Jiang Shan smiled sincerely, "My uncle's eyes hurt abnormally, but the doctor said that there is no ophthalmologist on duty, so...you can only worry."

After Director Ma heard this, he nodded: "Indeed, all the internal medicine and surgeons are on duty at night, and there are no ENT patients."

"Director Ma," at this moment, Director Gu suddenly whispered, "Please come here..."

Seeing the two discussing matters in front of him, Jiang Shan suddenly felt that Uncle Li didn't have to wait until dawn.

Sure enough, not a few words of effort.

Dr. Ma strode towards the office, nodding and smiling at him as he passed Jiangshan.

"Xiao Jiang," Director Gu came over, "Director Ma is here to help you find a doctor."

"Really?" Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, and then he said politely, "Will it be too much trouble?"

"It's okay," Director Gu squinted his eyes and smiled, "The dormitory building of their second courtyard is very close to here."

"Oh~" Jiang Shan immediately felt the power of the organization, and grabbed Gu Zhengzheng's hand: "Gutai, I'm lucky to meet you tonight!"

……

In the early morning, Li Ruocheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened his single eye.

On the right eye, a thick layer of white gauze has been pasted, and the severe pain has also subsided a lot.

The most important thing is that the old man knows that he will not be blind.

With one eye open, Li Ruocheng looked at Jiang Shan lying beside his bed. Recently, he always thought of his son who was far away abroad.

He raised his hand and touched Jiang Shan's head.

Then, Jiang Shan also woke up.

"How do you feel?" Jiang Shan stood up and twisted his body sorely, "Does it still hurt, Uncle Li?"

Li Ruocheng smiled: "Of course it hurts, but it's already much better. You boy, what did you say when you ran over last night? I can't wait until tomorrow. I almost sent you Aunt Li away."

Jiang Shan twisted his waist and glanced at Li Huaiying who was sleeping on another hospital bed.

Last night, he did see the fragility of the old man. It was true that a little blow could make him look ten years older.

……

Pujiang TV, Hu Xiao is sitting in Gu Zhengzheng's office.

Looking at the picture that had stopped on the TV screen, the shocked expression could not be withdrawn for a long time.

Gu Zhengzheng looked at his old friend and smiled: "Haven't you seen it before? This is called sand painting!"

He still remembered the first time Hu Xiao showed him the "Famous Paintings" advertisement, and he probably looked like this stupid one.

Hu Xiao couldn't believe his eyes: "Is this also Jiang Shan's own doing?"

"Of course," Gu Zhengzheng affirmed, "He did it all by himself. Originally, I talked about Duan, but later I gave this opportunity to other young people."

"Oh," Hu Xiao shook his head, and said emotionally, "Xiaojiang, Taoist priests have to ring the bell when they see this little Jiang!"

Gu Zhengzheng said with a smile: "It is indeed a ghost spirit!"

Hu Xiao couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Too wise is easy to break, so I have to remind him to put it away in the future."

"Don't do it," Gu Zhengzheng stared immediately, "I finally found a talented person, and you are so anxious to let him accept his supernatural powers."

Suddenly, he remembered something: "If you don't mention it, I'd forget. I really saw Xiao Jiang in the hospital last night."

"What happened to him?" Hu Xiao was nervous for a second.

"He's fine," Gu Zhengzheng narrowed his eyes, "It's Xiao Jiang's neighbor uncle."

"Old Li?" Hu Xiao was very impressed with the old man: "I have to go and have a look."

……

Not long after, in a ward in the cadre building of Pujiang Second Hospital.

Jiang Shan and Li Ruocheng stared blankly at Hu Xiao who suddenly appeared.

"Director Hu," Jiang Shan was particularly surprised: "Why are you here?"

"You are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come."

Hu Xiao smiled and walked to Li Ruocheng's hospital bed, raised his hand and put two net bags of canned fruit on the bedside table.

Jiang Shan probably glanced at it, and there must be more than ten cans anyway.

"Oh," Li Ruocheng opened one eye, unable to fully express his gratitude: "How many sugar tickets have to be torn up!"

"It's not a problem," Hu Xiao smiled, "It's all in exchange for movie tickets, you always open up to eat."

"Uncle Li has high blood sugar," Jiang Shan said with an incomparably bright smile, "It's because of this this time that the cornea almost fell off."

Li Ruocheng explained in detail: "The epidermis, the epidermis of the cornea."

"So," Jiang Shan glanced at the canned fruit: "I can only eat it for Uncle Li."

Hu Xiao smiled and said nothing, twisted Jiangshan behind his back, and suddenly felt relieved.

"Eat, eat," Hu Xiao continued to be concerned, "I think you must be using your eyes too much, pay more attention to rest!"

"That's right," Jiang Shan nodded, "That's what the doctor said, and keep your eyes moist."

Thinking about it for a while, Li Ruocheng also felt scared:
"The publishing house is in a hurry, and the higher-ups suddenly want to promote the distribution. There are more than 100 original books in various categories waiting for translation. The foreign language publishing house has more than [-] translations of foreign masterpieces, which is not easy."

"Yes," Hu Xiao was also deeply touched: "The types of book reserves in our country are too single."

Li Ruocheng sighed: "So, if you can help, please help."

Hu Xiao nodded, and Jiang Shan followed suit.

"Old Li,"

Suddenly, Hu Xiao said solemnly: "There is a problem that has been bothering me for many years, and it has almost become my red dancing shoes."

In the clean and bright ward, there was a moment of silence, with occasional gusts of wind blowing in, causing ripples for a moment when the curtains were lifted.

Jiang Shan and Li Ruocheng listened quietly to Hu Xiao's narration.

"In 69, our factory translated and dubbed a Japanese movie," Hu Xiao said slowly, "The movie itself doesn't make much sense, but there is a line in it, and I still haven't found the answer to this day."

Upon hearing Hu Xiao's narration, Li Ruocheng suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

He also racked his brains over and over again for a translation.

(End of this chapter)