20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 229 Ten Years of Father and Son
In the night sky outside the window, heavy snow is flying.

The candle on the table burned to its end and flickered erratically.

Jiang Xiaodao, Hu Xiaoyan, Guan Wei and Gong Baonan were sitting around the kang, holding their breath and concentrating, with serious eyes.

Dr. Jia frowned and leaned beside Jiang Chenghai, carefully examining the wounds under his ribs. There is no need to explain the situation, the other party's expression speaks volumes.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready. Dr. Jia walked to the desk, picked up the pen and thought for a while, but then put it down.

"Uh...Master Jiang, can you lend me a moment to speak?"

Jiang Xiaodao looked around, with a sullen face, stood up and led Dr. Jia into the yard, then asked, "Can you make it through?"

"Hey! Master Jiang, your father and I are considered acquaintances, so I can say whatever I want."

Jiang Xiaodao's heart tightened and he quickly asked: "It's not like he won't be able to survive the new year, right?"

At the end of the New Year outside the customs, the king of hell clicks on the zodiac, which is the time to accept people. "Owl" was seriously injured, and it is already a holiday for the world to survive until now. Now that the wound is festering, it is really not optimistic.

Dr. Jia twisted his beard and said in deep thought: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say! Young Master, Brother Hai is currently suffering from poisonous blood. Forgive me for my shallow medical skills. You'd better hire someone else!"

Although he didn't explicitly mention the funeral preparations, the meaning behind the words was the same.

Jiang Xiaodao was not surprised by this.

When he first saw his father in Shengjing Shi Hospital, a doctor reminded him that as long as the wound healed, it would be fine. If it festered and pus leaked, his life would be short.

"Dr. Jia, I understand." Jiang Xiaodao took out the ticket, "This is the medical fee——"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Dr. Jia quickly grabbed Jiang Xiaodao's wrist, "Master, if you want to blame me, it's my incompetence. The disease has not been cured. How can I be so embarrassed to ask for money? Besides, Brother Hai and I know each other."

Dr. Jia was not polite. He stood at the door of the room and declined several times before leaving in a hurry.

Jiang Xiaodao stood in a daze for a while, then returned to the west room with a dull head. He thought everything was going well, but he didn't expect that the change would come so suddenly.

"Xiaodao, how are you doing, brother?" Guan Wei immediately stood up and went to ask.

Jiang Chenghai was almost unconscious, so everyone just lowered their voices to discuss.

Jiang Xiaodao shook his head silently.

The sixth uncle and the seventh uncle looked a little confused immediately, and they asked each other: "Why? Wasn't it fine before?"

Jiang Xiaodao didn't say much. He just took out a cotton coat from the cabinet and wrapped it around him. He whispered: "Uncle Qi, you stay here and keep an eye on my father. Wife, please get my eldest sister settled. Don’t let her get irritated again.”

Guan Wei stood up immediately and asked, "Xiaodao, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go to Su's house. Su Wenqi understands foreign languages, and he also knows Sidu Ge from Shi Hospital. If I'm not good at it, let Doctor Yang come over and give it a try!"

"Okay! Then I'll go with you too!"

Guan Wei volunteered, but got a basin of cold water in exchange.

Jiang Xiaodao just said lightly "No need", then walked out of the room, rode a fast horse and went straight to Guangyuan Bank.

This journey is full of snow that penetrates the clouds and the wind penetrates the bones, and the old horse’s hoofs are stiff and the people cry frost!
In the 28th year of Guangxu's reign, Jiang Xiaodao worshiped "Hai Lao Owl" as his father. Ten years passed suddenly.

Reminiscing about the past, from going to court to test one's courage, to chopping off hands for a show, to killing roe deer in the snowy mountains, every scene of memories faintly emerged in this dense curtain of snow.

Jiang Xiaodao had no intention of being sentimental, he just whipped his horse on the road without slacking off for a moment.

The journey that was not that far in the first place took a full two-quarters of an hour because of the heavy snow.

Arriving at the north branch of Guangyuan Qianzhuang, Jiang Xiaodao raised his hand and banged on the door without caring what time it was. Qian Boshun came out to answer the door, but he also pushed it open.

"Eh? Young Master Jiang, what's going on? What happened?"

"Where's Su Wenqi?" Jiang Xiaodao rushed inside with a long stride.

"My young master is about to sleep!"

"Stop sleeping, wake him up, I have something to ask him!"

"Uh, this..." Qian Boxun looked embarrassed.

Fortunately, while they were talking, the door of the main room opened. Su Wenqi, wearing a single coat, came out quickly and asked, "Brother Lian Heng, what happened?"

Jiang Xiaodao cupped his fists and said quickly: "Brother Su, please help me be an interpreter. Follow me to Shi Hospital to ask for help from the Chief Supervisor."

It is true that Su Wenqi saved the life of "Owl", but Jiang Xiaodao saved the entire Su family.

Now that he was asking for help late at night, even though it was abrupt, Su Wenqi didn't dare to show any hesitation. When he saw Jiang Xiaodao's panicked expression, he guessed what he should have done. He immediately put on his cotton-padded jacket and gave Qian Boshun a few instructions, and then Then he asked his servants to bring the carriage and went straight to the edge of the river with the trail.

Near Xiaoheyan'er, which was one of the execution grounds where Zhang Laogeda suppressed the Qing Hui Party, there were still several heads hanging in the wind and snow.

As a hospital built by missionaries, Shengjingshi Hospital has always adhered to the principle of "the poor need no money for medical treatment, and the rich spend a lot of money for medical treatment." Jiang Xiaodao spent a lot of money and gave Su Wenqi some thin noodles, so he invited the hospital to The chief minister, Du Ge, visits the doctor.

The Su family's carriage, carrying Sidu Ge and two nurses, rushed back to Jiangzhai in the north of the city at night.

As soon as he entered the room, Sidu Ge complained that the light was too dim, pointed to the candles on the table, and suggested that Jiang Xiaodao change to electric lights as soon as possible.

Jiang Xiaodao said anxiously: "Oh my god, doctor, it's already this time, so don't make any choices."

Su Wenqi translated the words.

Sidu Ge pushed up his glasses, approached the head of the kang, looked at the wound under Jiang Chenghai's ribs, and kept mumbling something to the two female nurses.

Looking left and right, after obtaining Jiang Xiaodao's consent, Sidu Ge used a scalpel to cut out a few pieces of festering flesh from Jiang Chenghai's ribs. He immediately applied medicine again, bandaged the wound, and turned to the nurse to take it. I bought a bottle of foreign medicine.

Everyone looked at the bottle of small bleached pills and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What kind of pills are these?"

Su Wenqi then translated: "Anti Pilin."

"What the hell?" Jiang Xiaodao asked doubtfully.

"It is an antipyretic and analgesic anti-inflammatory drug."

"What kind of inflammation are you fighting against? Where is the inflammation? Didn't you just cut off all the rotten flesh?" Jiang Xiaodao was still puzzled. Guan Wei was well-informed and quickly took over the conversation and said, "Oh, this, this is the panacea for foreigners, right? I've read about it in the newspaper."

Panacea - a holy medicine for treating cold and heat, colds, rheumatism, headache, sore throat, toothache, joint pain, muscle and bone pain, etc., it is world-famous.

Such a panacea is naturally not cheap.

Jiang Xiaodao didn't feel any distress at all and said directly: "I want them all, no matter how much you have!"

Of course Sidu Ge refused, and there was no need. He just ordered everyone to take it on time.

Jiang Xiaodao and Hu Xiaoyan nodded repeatedly, and finally asked: "As long as I take this medicine, will my father be fine?"

But Sidu Ge shook his head and translated through Su Wenqi: "It depends on how your father recovers. At present, the situation is not optimistic."

Jiang Xiaodao was very dissatisfied with this, but both Chinese and Western medicine were pessimistic about his father's injury, and he himself was immediately confused.

This is true.

Next, for seven or eight days, the "Owl's" injury worsened rapidly. He ate no less Antipilin and cut away the carrion, but the wound never healed or improved.

Not only that, even the granulations that had grown in other parts of the body gradually withered and died, turning into dark holes, and pus and blood continued to leak out.

Continuous high fever and pain have made this once-powerful Da Man'er now only capable of wailing and cursing.

When a person is tortured by illness, he eats less and less. After a few days, except for the swelling at the wound, "Owl"'s entire body has become thinner.

When the fever lasted for four or five days, the analgesic effect of Panacea was no longer enough, so the smoke paste was moved to the kang table.

I thought that stealing a glimmer of life would be a great blessing, but I didn't expect that in an instant, the scene of the next life would appear.

It was so painful and the wailing sound was so disturbing that it made people suspicious that if he had been killed on the spot, it might not have been a bad thing.

When the fever reached six or seven days, Gong Baonan called Jiang Xiaodao out of the house and whispered in a deep voice: "Xiaodao, prepare for the funeral."

The best coffins and shrouds were all ready, but Jiang Chenghai still hung on for a breath, as if he had been doing evil for half his life, and at this age, he had paid back all the debts he deserved.

During this period, many online friends from Fengtian also came to express condolences and visit.

Jiang Xiaodao and Hu Xiaoyan stayed by their father's side, almost never leaving, fearing that if they were not careful, they would miss the last time.

Xu Ruqing had just recovered not long ago. He listened to Jiang Chenghai wailing day and night, and his nerves became tense, and he would fall ill from time to time.

All in all, this family is in a state of unrest.

This year, naturally, I can’t survive.

On the eighth day of the fever, all medicines failed, and smoke and ointment could not bring a moment of peace. The festering poisonous blood penetrated into the bone marrow. Jiang Chenghai was so painful that he was sweating profusely. He stayed up all night, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. dripping.

I've tried everything I can, but it's all in vain.

That night, the yard was filled with the backbone of the Jiang family: Guan Wei, Gong Baonan, Zhao Guoyan, Han Xinyuan, Zhong Yushan, Sifengkou and other thugs, as well as helpers sent by the Su family.

Jiang Xiaodao's face was as sinking as water, and he met Hu Xiaoyan's eyes. Then he walked quietly to the edge of the kang and silently looked at the mountain in front of him - the mountain that he once relied on and relied on!
Today, this mountain is getting old.

Jiang Chenghai's face no longer had the tyranny it once had, only moans and groans remained.

Ten years of father and son, the past scenes, like a marquee, flashed before their eyes, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Dad! We won't suffer anymore. My son, Xiaodao, can I give you a ride?"

Jiang Chenghai's chest rose and fell violently, his lips turned white, and there was dry and sticky saliva on the corners of his mouth.

He tremblingly raised his withered right hand, pointed at the suitcase at the end of the kang, and said vaguely: "That...that, that..."

"Which one?"

Jiang Xiaodao frowned, walked slowly to the edge of the kang, opened the suitcase, and looked inside - only to see a brand new woolen coat neatly stacked on top.

This was Jiang Xiaodao's gift to his father for his sixtieth birthday that year.

Because he bought the wrong clothes size, Jiang Chenghai has been unable to put on his upper body, but now he is suffering from illness. Apart from the swollen wounds, his whole body has slimmed down and he has become fitter.

Jiang Xiaodao turned his back to his father and wife, and carefully took out the woolen coat.

"Bah!"

There was a slight sound, as if something fell on the coat, hitting two dark dots, which quickly spread and penetrated on the woolen fabric, and finally disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Jiang Xiaodao put down his coat, calmed his mind, and took out the cannon box from his arms.

Jiang Chenghai endured the severe pain, took hold of Xiaodao's left hand, rubbed the back of his son's hand with his thumb, and said intermittently: "Xiaodao... if something happens, listen to Xiaoyan... live well... like a man. Same……"

Jiang Xiaodao nodded silently.

Hu Xiaoyan turned away and cried.

The muzzle of the gun was slowly raised, and the last conversation between father and son——

"Dad, thank you for taking care of me. You can rest!"

"Ok!"

"boom!!!"

If "patricide" is the only way for a boy to transform into a man, Jiang Lianheng should start from there.

The piercing sound of gunfire echoed through the night sky.

The courtyard was pitch dark, and everyone knelt on the ground in response, clasping their fists and shouting:

"Great job, Brother Hai! Have a good trip!"

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