Dr. Chung’s 90s

Chapter 47 The Way of Survival
Song Congchun was depressed for a moment.

When he returns to rationality after breakfast, it will not prevent him from making correct judgments at all.

The mother and son cleaned up the house and took the bus back to Song's house.

Contrary to expectations, Song Bingkun actually sat at home and waited.

Not only is he here, Song Botao and Song Meiting are also not gone.

Song Meiting didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning. She looked around the kitchen with squinted eyes but couldn't find anything to eat.

It happened that Zhou Qin opened the key and entered the house. Seeing that she had not come back from buying groceries with empty hands, Song Meiting yawned and complained:
"Aunt Qin, I found that since Ayu came back, you have become more and more neglectful of your family day by day. There is nothing to eat in the kitchen, and you will be poor even when the mice come."

Zhou Qin replied calmly:
"If you feel that there is not enough food at home, you can buy it yourself. Your monthly salary is quite high."

Song Meiting was not happy when she heard this. She crossed her arms in a defensive posture and opened her mouth to start a fight.

"Aunt Qin, you are the housewife of this family. You should handle these little things. My dad didn't marry you just for decoration."

Zhou Qin sneered and said happily:
"Okay, then don't have me, just get a divorce. Your family is a housewife who doesn't want to please whoever wants to be a housewife. I won't serve you anymore."

After saying these words, she felt extremely happy, as if the anger she had been holding back for so many years was released all at once.

Especially when she saw Song Bingkun's surprised and incomprehensible expression, she felt extremely angry.

Song Botao was sitting on a small stool polishing his leather shoes. When he heard Zhou Qin say this, he was so surprised that he dropped his shoes on the floor.

Song Meiting also looked confused. She asked in disbelief:
"Aunt Qin, what did you say just now? I seemed to have misunderstood you and said you wanted to divorce my father?"

Zhou Qin nodded calmly, "You heard me right, I just want a divorce!"

She spoke resolutely and resolutely, as if she had made up her mind to go all the way.

Song Meiting instinctively looked at her father. His livid face made her frightened. Song Botao was also a little panicked. He subconsciously said:
"Aunt Qin, what nonsense are you talking about? Since Chun was still young, our family has lived a stable life. Why do you want a divorce when you are both at this age?"

Zhou Qin was about to leave, so she didn't mind talking to them. She smiled.

"I'm not young anymore. Your father has been guarding me for so many years, and I have been patiently giving in for the sake of spring. Now you are all getting married, and I am worthy of you calling me Aunt Qin for so many years. For the rest of my life. , I just want to live a comfortable life for a few years. I don’t want to be rich and powerful, but I just want to not be burdened by anger.”

Song Botao frowned and muttered:
"My dad is also very good to you. You do what you say at home. He will help clean the house when he has time. He doesn't have any bad habits and never messes around outside. He is already better than many men."

The brother and sister were about to get married, but his father was getting divorced. What a big deal it was when word spread.

Song Bingkun looked ugly and still didn't speak. Song Meiting looked at Song Congchun carefully, kicked his feet, and asked angrily:
"Do you also agree with your mother divorcing our father?"

Song Congchun sneered:
"Why don't you keep it for the New Year? The savings and property at home belong to you. Isn't it enough for my mother to provide money to support the family for so long? In a few years, he will be old and sick and he will have to be taken care of by my mother. Why bother?"

Song Meiting rolled her eyes and said unhappily:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You actually dare to curse dad. My mom and dad earned this family's property together. What happened to our division?"

Song Congchun originally didn't want to argue with them, but what Song Meiting said made him unhappy.

"What do you mean your mother earns along with you? Your mother didn't even have worker status back then, so she could only stay at home and do housework to take care of her children. What kind of money did she earn? My mother is an accountant in the factory. Look at the TV at home. Who paid for the last renovation of the house and the tuition fees for your secondary school? I realize that your conscience has been eaten by dogs, right?"

Song Congchun's words were like a slap on the face of the brother and sister. Who didn't have a clear conscience? It's just that they never cared about it in the past.

Song Meiting's face looked a little ugly, and she said forcefully:
"Regardless of whether my mother works or not, the money my father earns is their property after marriage, so it should belong to us brother and sister. The purpose of your coming here today is to separate the family."

She didn't care about other things. She could just turn a blind eye and let it go. Once money was involved, Song Meiting was not willing to give in at all.

Zhou Qin patted his son on the back and said warmly:
"Don't argue with them about these useless things. Go to the room and pack all your important belongings. Let's go back early."

After speaking, she looked at Song Meiting again and said mockingly:
"Don't worry, except for my own salary and income, as well as our daily necessities, I don't want anything in this family, I will give it all to you."

Zhou Qin's words were generous and casual, which made Song Meiting stuck for a moment.

She shook Song Bingkun's arm, "Dad, please say something quickly."

Instinctively, she didn't want to see them divorce, always feeling that it would do more harm than good.

Song Bingkun seemed to have a thousand words to say, but all he could say was a cold question.

"Are you determined to get a divorce?"

Zhou Qin nodded, and she even had a smile on her face.

"Yes, I made this decision after thinking about it for a long time."

Song Bingkun was embarrassed, "Is this what you planned to do as soon as your daughter comes back?"

Zhou Qin shook her head honestly, "This has nothing to do with whether Ayu comes back. If she doesn't come back, I will get divorced, but it may take a few more years. After all, I still need money to study from spring. Now with Ayu's subsidy, without yours You can survive with three melons and two dates."

Song Bingkun didn't expect her to speak so bluntly, and suppressed his anger and said:
"You have to think carefully. If you get divorced, you will never come back to this family again."

Zhou Qin smiled with a light expression on her face and said considerately:
"There has never been a place for us and my mother in this family. There is no regret in leaving. But you, your children are married. You should save some money for self-defense. It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone else."

As a couple, Zhou Qin, who can remind her, is still willing to remind her.

Her words clearly told Song Bingkun that his children were unreliable. Song Meiting was still a little unconvinced after hearing this. She wanted to argue but Song Botao stopped her.

Song Bingkun's fists on his side tightened and loosened. He felt helpless. He couldn't save his face even if he wanted to.

Seeing that they had nothing to say, Zhou Qin said:
"Today I will pack my things and take Congchun to live with Ayu. We will go through the formalities in the morning the day after tomorrow. If you are worried, you can come and watch me pack my things."

She said it calmly, but the people listening felt uncomfortable.

After Zhou Qin finished speaking, she ignored them and turned around to walk towards the room. She worked quickly and quickly packed all the clothes she could still wear into the shabby suitcase.Since spring, I have grown up quickly, and most of my clothes need to be replaced with new ones. I only took away what I wore recently, and put all my school supplies into my schoolbag.

The couple only had so few things in common. It was ironic to say that they could only take so little with them after leaving the home where they had lived for more than ten years.

Song Bingkun sat quietly on the chair, completely lost in his thoughts. It wasn't until his mother-in-law took their luggage to leave that he said in a dry voice:
"Congchun, do you really want to live with your mother?"

Song Congchun wiped his face, turned around and said with a playful smile:
"You are not short of sons. One more is not too much and one is too little. My mother is different. She only has my son. She can't let my sister take care of her in the future. You work hard to make money for your eldest son and grandson. Come on, don’t worry about me.”

When Song Bingkun heard these words, it felt as if his heart was being ripped out.

He opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only watch the mother and son leave together.

After they left, the atmosphere at home dropped to freezing point. Song Botao sighed and advised hesitantly:
"Dad, why don't you just give in and coax Aunt Qin back first? When you get older, she will be the most caring to you."

Song Meiting sneered and said, "That woman only has her daughter in her heart, so how can she care about serving her father? It's better if she leaves, so she doesn't get angry just by looking at her."

Song Botao had a rare flash of inspiration, and he retorted:
"Then Dad is old and sick. Are you going to take care of him by serving tea, drinking water, and eating?"

Song Meiting jumped three feet high and screamed:
"I am a married girl, and I still have my parents-in-law to take care of me. How can I take care of so many things? Is your wife just a decoration?"

Song Bingkun's whole body was drained of energy. He had no intention of paying attention to the arguments between his children and numbly walked towards the room. Seeing that everything belonging to Zhou Qin was gone in the room, he once again realized that she had left him. .

The mother and son left the Song family with light steps, neither sadness nor joy.

An old neighbor curiously asked them where they were taking their luggage. Zhou Qin didn't hide much. She only said that she was going to live with her daughter and didn't say much else.

They were open and honest when they got married, and naturally they had to be open and honest when they divorced. As for what others talked about behind their backs, Zhou Qin didn't really care. She didn't live in other people's gossip.

On the other hand, Zhong Yu was a little absent-minded at work. If there hadn't been a clinic today, she would have accompanied him to Song's house to get things.

In her previous life, her mother finally divorced Song Bingkun. Even if her children are not around, she would rather live alone and quietly when she grows old.

She will definitely have a better future if she stays in the capital, but only she can give her mother a happy and healthy later life.

Since spring is an eagle, he should fly forward for the country and the people without any worries.

Encouraging my mother to divorce is only the first step. The next step is to help her regain my self-worth.

Only when women make achievements in their careers can 90.00% of their worries be alleviated.

Similarly, Zhong Yu's career plan will not be limited to Nanshan Hospital. She needs to gain qualifications in the hospital and also need to accumulate capital.

The medical beauty industry has broad prospects for development in the future, and she is bound to get a share of the pie.

I was lost in thought when suddenly the door of the consulting room was pushed open and a young woman with a good figure walked in.

There were not many patients seen in the morning. Compared with other departments, the plastic surgery department was indeed a bit deserted.

Even though Zhong Yu is famous, patients mostly come to her for repairs.

The concept of becoming beautiful through plastic surgery has not yet been established in the minds of normal people without obvious facial defects.

The young woman walked to the stool opposite Zhong Yu and sat down. She had a good figure but an extremely cold temperament. Her hair was disheveled and most of her face was covered. Only her red lips and white teeth could be seen.

Seeing Zhong Yu's eyes on her, she lifted her hair without any concealment and asked in a pale voice:
"Can the hemangioma on my face still be cured? I have tried drug treatment and laser treatment, but apart from exacerbating the ulcer, it has no effect. People outside say that you are the most powerful plastic surgeon in Shanghai... "

She looked a little anxious, eager to hear the words from Zhong Yu's mouth that would bring her back to life.

Zhong Yu stood up and put on the mask, and said as he walked:
"I have to examine your face before I can make a judgment. Do you mind if I get a closer look?"

The young woman shook her head and said softly:
"Dr. Zhong, you can call me Zhuo Min. I am a college student who graduated from the law department. Because of facial defects, I could not pass the interview whether I went to a law firm or took the public examination. In fact, my professional ability is very strong. During school, I have won numerous awards, and my score in every recruitment exam is much higher than No. 2. However, my face has repeatedly failed me to get the job I want. If it is due to lack of ability, I will not blame others, but because of my appearance, I will not Be willing!”

Her body trembled slightly with excitement, and Zhong Yu patted her back comfortingly.

"Excellent appearance combined with outstanding ability is a woman's ladder to success, but if you have no ability, you will be dragged into the quagmire by an ugly appearance. This is a fact and a helpless part of reality. I understand that you do not value appearance. But others will respect you first and then others, your face is your business card."

Zhong Yu's words made Zhuo Min shed tears, and she said sadly:
"Even if I get free legal aid, the clients will only choose those with good-looking faces. It's really ridiculous. Appearance is more important than ability."

Zhong Yu also found it ridiculous. In the future, there were countless women who transformed themselves into snake faces in pursuit of fame and wealth, or even disfigured themselves for this reason.

Do they really want to suffer the pain of bone peeling and skin grinding?It’s just a socially deformed aesthetic and way of survival.

Zhong Yu could not change the mainstream aesthetic concepts by herself, nor could she influence the industry's selection standards. She could only do her best to help Zhu Min heal her face.

She said while inspecting: "Your hemangioma is a leftover lesion caused by the regression period, and it must be cured through surgery."

Zhuo Min asked with some confusion: "What is the regression period? Since there is a regression period, isn't there the possibility of self-healing?"

Zhong Yu walked back to sit opposite her and said:
"Generally, if you find some flaky lesions on the skin after birth, you need to take treatment as soon as possible to prevent it from entering the rapid growth period."

Zhuo Min regretted helplessly:
"At first, there were light red spots on my face, just a spot under my eyelids. My parents didn't pay much attention to it. Later, it grew bigger and darker, and the color became darker and darker. They hurriedly took me for treatment, but during the treatment, it turned out that It keeps festering, and our whole family is tormented and scared.”

Zhong Yu expressed sympathy for this. If she had met a reliable doctor earlier, she would not have developed into what she is now.

"You must have caused local ulceration by applying local drugs and applying radionuclide at the same time during the proliferative phase."

When Zhuo Min heard this, her eyes shone with hope. Her face was indeed an ulcer caused by two treatments at the same time.

Zhong Yuxi said helplessly:
"You are too impatient. Treatment in the proliferative phase should be done step by step. It would be counterproductive to do it at the same time."

(End of this chapter)