Look good

Qiao Xing's younger brother became a vegetable because of a car accident. He has been lying in bed for 13 years. It is a miracle that he woke up now. Although he misses Wen Changrong, Qiao Xing is still happy to see his brother.

Qiao Xing originally planned to visit his younger brother in the morning and come back to take care of Wen Changrong in the afternoon, but as soon as the car drove halfway the next day, he felt a little uneasy for no reason.

He thought about it for so many days, Wen Changrong insisted on suddenly asking him yesterday if he wanted to see his younger brother, and thought of Wen Changrong's expression and tone that seemed to be asking for his opinion yesterday, but in fact he wanted him to go.

After thinking about this, Qiao Xing felt a little nervous again. He hesitated for a while and sent a text message to Wen Changrong.

【Have you eaten breakfast? 】

Wen Changrong's hands are not very convenient, and it will take some time to reply to the text message, so Qiao Xing can only put the phone aside and wait for the man to reply to the message. If Wen Changrong does not reply in 5 minutes, then he will make a call.

Thinking this way, he had just stepped on the accelerator and drove for a short distance, but he saw that the road to the nursing home was blocked by two rows. There were all kinds of cars, including many from other places.

The nursing home where Qiao Xing's younger brother lives is located in the suburbs, and the charges are relatively high compared to public hospitals. Usually, there are not many people coming. I didn't expect that the road in front of the door would be congested today?

Qiao Xing poked his head out, and saw a few journalist-like people holding cameras around the lobby of the nursing home, and the reception nurses in the lobby were busy ticking away.

Just as he was wondering, he heard the person next to him talk about the purpose of his trip.

About two months ago, the sanatorium woke up a vegetative person who had been lying in bed for more than ten years. Although there are rare examples of vegetative people waking up, it is not new in this era, but now it can attract so many people because the sanatorium launched the What kind of medical method specifically for vegetative awakening? Some people mentioned Wen Changrong’s name, saying that the Wen Group’s work is still reliable. If there is no special medical method, it will not apply for any patents. It cost several billions and so on.

Qiao Xing's ears twitched immediately at the word "more than a billion", and his eyebrows were raised high. He was speculating whether the awakened vegetative state was his younger brother, but the dean in the hall saw him. He got to his car and hurried over there.

"Hey, Dean..." Other guests in the hall called out to the dean unhappily, "Where are you going? Aren't you explaining clearly to us? The patient who was awakened took us to have a look... "

"I said that the patient hasn't woken up for a long time, and taking you to see him will scare him, not to mention that people are not gorillas, what to visit." The dean waved his hand, and quickly walked to Qiao Xingche's side. People also cast curious eyes on Qiao Xing.

"Mr. Joe..."

"Is the awakened patient also surnamed Qiao?" The family member who had just chased after him whispered, and then walked to Qiao Xingche's side, "Oh, how about this, let's go in together, this is the patient's family member, right?" ? Let's go in and have a look..."

The family member's voice was not low, and when he said that, all the people present cast their eyes on Qiao Xing, eager to see what he seemed to be.

"Oh, what are you looking at?" The dean hurriedly hurried away, "Go to the nurse for consultation..."

The dean was chasing people away, Qiao Xing glanced at the crowd outside the car, and at the cell phone that had been put aside for a while.

5 minutes had already passed. No matter how slow Wen Changrong moved, he should have replied to the text message. It couldn't be... fell asleep?

Qiao Xing inexplicably felt more and more uneasy. He looked again at the crowd outside the car who had been staring at him, and waved to the dean.

"I'll come back in the afternoon, it's hard to deal with people blocking you here."

"what?"

Before the dean could react, Qiao Xing had already turned the car and walked back. He put on the bluetooth headset and dialed Wen Changrong's number.

"Drip-drip-"

The monotonous waiting for the answer rang for a long time, but Wen Changrong didn't answer it.

Qiao Xing hung up and made another call, "Di-di-the number you dialed..."

Hold.

Qiao Xing couldn't help but swear in his heart.

……

Qiao Xing made several calls on the road, but no one answered. He rushed back to the hospital, and was told by the nurse at the front desk that Wen Changrong had gone for an examination. The specific examination was not clear, so Qiao Xing could only run all the way to the ward again.

When he arrived, Wen Changrong seemed to have just come back from the outside, he was half leaning on the hospital bed, there was a tired look in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, as if he had just gone for a walk.

There were several doctors standing beside the man's bed, Mrs. Wen was wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Wen Changrong was about to sign something with a pen in his hand.

"What are you signing?" Qiao Xing rushed into the ward at the last second, and pressed the paper with a domineering 'snap'.

Everyone in the ward was startled by him, Wen Changrong also raised his eyes, a little surprised: "You..."

"Let me see what you sign." While Wen Changrong's hand left the paper, Qiao Xing quickly pulled the paper away.

There are a few big words in the eyes: surgery notification letter.

Qiao Xing was angry: "You sent me out today for surgery?"

"..." Wen Changrong was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless look, "I'm going to have an operation, but not today."

Qiao Xing took a closer look and saw that the surgery date was next month.

Not doing it today, Qiao Xing felt relieved temporarily, but he frowned in disapproval and said.

"Wouldn't it be too urgent to have an operation next month? The doctor said that you will need at least half a year to heal these injuries on your body, and you won't be able to recover at all next month..."

Mother Wen stood up and wanted to say something, but Wen Changrong nodded first, and said to him, "Well, I'm a little anxious."

"That?"

"But it was checked just now, and its performance is not very good." Wen Changrong pointed to his head.

Qiao Xing suddenly became nervous, clutching the paper in his hand tightly.

"Either wait to sleep until midnight and die, or take the risk of surgery." Wen Changrong said so, handed Qiao Xing the test results on the cabinet, and motioned him to return the notice to him.

Qiao Xing resolutely refused to return it, and went aside to look at the various films that had been checked.

Of course he couldn't understand those films, but he could understand the word 'expand' written by the doctor, and the following diagnosis made his palms sweat even more. He did not refuse to take away the surgery notice beside him.

The man quickly signed and handed it to the doctor standing beside him.

"We will arrange a time for you as soon as possible. Please let your assistant tell us about other specific matters." The doctor responded, and Qiao Xing noticed that the person who took over the contract was a foreigner.

After the four doctors walked out, Qiao Xing asked a little too late, "Going abroad?"

"Yes." Wen Changrong nodded, "There is currently no hospital in China that dares to do it for me. There are high-end instruments abroad, which can reduce certain risks."

"That……"

"If it takes a long time, I may need to stay abroad for half a year, or three to four months." Wen Changrong cast his eyes on him, "You..."

Speaking of this, the man seemed not used to it, and after a long pause, he asked, "Do you want to accompany me?"

"..." Qiao Xing almost nodded subconsciously, but stopped abruptly when he thought of something.

Wen Changrong is leaving next month, which coincides with the start of the second filming of "The God of Songs". If he wants to accompany Wen Changrong, it means that he will have to give up his job.

Giving up his job is not easy. The popularity brought by "Song of God" cannot be underestimated. If he gives up "Song of Songs", it is like giving up a piece of fat that reaches his mouth, not to mention Wen Changrong said that he will be there Stay for at least four months.

Four months.

It would be fatal to anyone in the entertainment industry, let alone a well-known behind-the-scenes worker like Qiao Xing.

Not to mention four months, as long as you don't appear on the screen for one month, the audience will forget about you, which means that Qiao Xing's various marketing and efforts during this period have been in vain.

——Emotionally, of course Qiao Xing wanted to nod. He was really worried about Wen Changrong and wanted to accompany him himself.

But intellectually, Qiao Xing told himself, no.

In other words, you can't make such a hasty decision.

The emotion is temporary. It is good that Wen Changrong risked his life to save him, and he is really worried about Wen Changrong, but... the future is so far away, who knows what will happen?

"Let's talk about it later." Seeing that he was silent, Wen Changrong probably guessed what Qiao Xing was thinking.

The man was probably a little disappointed, but his face was still calm, and he only returned the signature pen in his hand to its original position. During the movement, Wen Changrong saw that there were seven or eight missed calls on the mobile phone on the bedside table, he paused, and said.

"You can't bring your mobile phone during the inspection, so the mobile phone is always in the room."

"...Oh, um."

"Didn't you go to see your brother?"

"..." Qiao Xing paused and replied, "Go, you didn't answer the phone, so I..."

The man's gray pupils reflected Qiao Xing's slightly lowered head, and said, "Then go and see now?"

Qiao Xing didn't answer, but instead asked him: "Did you deliberately dismiss me today?"

"...Yes." Wen Changrong didn't deny it either, and just explained: "I know my physical condition. You seemed to be frightened when you heard the hospital meeting a few days ago. I'm afraid that if the results of today's examination are particularly serious, you will be frightened." you."

Wen Changrong said: "There is also the operation agreement... I don't want you to worry about it for so long, I just want to sign it first, and I will tell you when the operation is about to happen."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak.

"Go and see your brother, he..."

Qiao Xing was not very happy: "Why do you want to send me away?"

He seemed to be playing petty temper. Wen Changrong looked at him and explained: "I don't want to dismiss you. I've done everything I have to do today, and there's nothing else to do."

"Then you're still urging me."

"...The dean told your brother that you are going today. If you don't go, he will be disappointed, right?"

"..." After Wen Changrong said this, Qiao Xing fell silent for an instant.

I also feel that I am an irresponsible and smelly brother who only has love in his eyes.

"Go." Wen Changrong's eyes fell on Qiao Xing's still somewhat unhappy face, "After you arrive at the location, I will start a video here, and I will take a look at your brother with you."

……

Qiao Xing finally went to the nursing home again.

It was past eleven o'clock when he arrived at the nursing home, and the previous crowded scene was gone, only the parking spaces in the hospital were rarely full.

The dean still hurried over and brought Qiao Xing into the ward.

The wards are bright and spacious, with a non-pungent smell of disinfectant, expensive recuperation fees, and the natural living environment is not bad.

Qiao Xing was still chatting with the dean at first, but when he really stepped into the ward, he was so nervous that he breathed lightly.

The thin young man was sitting on the hospital bed, his back was supported by two pillows and a support that Qiao Xing didn't know about. The second Qiao Xing stepped into the door, the pale young man also raised his head. The eyes of the two brothers collide in the air.

Qiao Xing's younger brother's name is Qiao Yun, which is a homophony of the word "luck". The parents originally intended that the two children form the word "lucky".

Of course their family was not lucky, but after so many years, Qiao Xing saw those bright eyes opened to look at him again, but he felt lucky from the bottom of his heart.

It is the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and it is a blessing in misfortune.

He was still standing at the door, tears streaming down his face.

Qiao Yun also couldn't hold it back, and shed tears on the bed, yelling "ah" and "ah" in his mouth, moving his hands and feet sluggishly, as if he wanted to get out of bed, which scared the nurse Hold him down hastily.

"You can't get out of bed yet, you can't leave..."

Qiao Yun has been lying on the bed for so long, and his muscles have long lost the memory of walking. In addition, he was still young at the time of the car accident, but after more than ten years, his body is an adult. Naturally, it takes a lot of effort to walk. However, the natural degradation of language ability is also serious. I can only remember some monosyllabic words and cannot speak long sentences.

Qiao Xing quickly wiped away tears and walked to his younger brother's bed. Qiao Yun grabbed his hand, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and let out a hoarse and meaningless monosyllable from his throat, and then called out indistinctly. :"elder brother……"

Qiao Yun had just woken up not long ago, and his body was not in good shape after relying on nutrient solution and liquid food for many years. Qiao Xing's younger brother's fingers were cold and thin. He almost couldn't hold back his tears when he heard the sound.

The two brothers shook hands again and again, and finally cried together.

After crying for a while, venting his emotions, Wen Changrong's video call also came.

At this time, the tears on the faces of the two brothers had been wiped clean. Qiao Xing sniffed, adjusted his expression, and pointed the phone at himself.

"coming."

"Yeah." Wen Changrong over there was leaning on the hospital bed, looking pretty good, "Have you arrived at the hospital?"

"Here we are." Qiao Xing replied, but Qiao Yun on the bed sat up straight the second Wen Changrong made his voice, and his eyes were still looking at the phone in his hand, as if he was curious about the owner of the voice. .

Noticing the change in his younger brother, Qiao Xing raised the phone farther away suspiciously, and asked Qiao Yun to enter the country together.

Wen Changrong saw Qiao Yun and nodded, "You look in good spirits."

"Ah! Ah—ah—" Qiao Yun suddenly cried out excitedly.

The nurse hurriedly pressed Qiao Yun's hand again, "Slow down, don't worry..."

Qiao Xing held his younger brother's arm blankly, looked at the excited younger brother, not knowing why: "What?"

Qiao Yun still excitedly pointed at Wen Changrong on the phone.

"It may be that I can often hear Mr. Wen's voice, and now I see people, and I feel excited." The dean explained and calmed Qiao Yun, "The vegetative person is more or less conscious, and he can hear the voice of the outside world. I am familiar with Mr. Wen’s voice, and now I see him, of course I feel excited.”

After explaining with Qiao Xing, the dean slowed down again, and asked Qiao Yun word by word.

"Is the voice familiar?"

"Ahhh." Qiao Yun reacted for a moment and nodded frantically.

"Excited?"

Qiao Yun nodded frantically again.

"..." Qiao Xing glanced at Wen Changrong on the other side of the screen, stretched out his hand to hold down the microphone, and asked the dean in a low voice, "Mr. Wen often comes?"

"..." The dean was inexplicably asked by him, with a kind of 'You don't know? 'Looked at him with stern eyes, then suppressed it, and replied: "Of course, Mr. Wen is the funder of our research project on awakening vegetative people. He comes four or five times a month. Even if he doesn't come, we still have to show him a video." .”

"..."

Qiao Yun was excited for a while and then calmed down. Wen Changrong and Qiao Yun were not familiar with each other, so he just looked at Qiao Yun as if he was accompanying Qiao Xing from a distance.

Qiao Xing is fine, and Qiao Yun is fine too. This video call should have ended here, and then Qiao Xing went to talk to his brother for a while, but Qiao Xing didn't hang up in a hurry, but told Qiao Yun to wait. Waited, then took the mobile phone to the balcony of the ward.

Just now Qiao Xing asked in detail, the old dean said that the project of vegetative awakening was started after Qiao Xing's younger brother arrived, and he was surprised that Qiao Xing didn't know about it.

It is estimated that the old dean can't figure it out - his boss is actually the type who pays silently.

Wen Changrong formed a medical team for him for so many years, not to mention the money, according to the frequency of Wen Changrong's visits, there must be follow-ups at any time on weekdays, not the kind of people who give money and just act as shopkeepers.

Financial resources, mental strength.

And Qiao Xing has been ignorant for so many years, and he feels complicated.

The air outside the balcony is fresh and the weather is rare.

Wen Changrong saw that Qiao Xing had been silent, so he could only speak first: "What's wrong?"

"..." Qiao Xing looked at the man with small scars on his face from the camera, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked.

"I heard...you spent more than one billion... on the project of awakening vegetative people."

Uh.

Qiao Xing actually didn't want to talk about money as soon as he came.

But he really... couldn't help it.

This is money!

More than a billion, what a concept.

When Wen Changrong heard him say that, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "Who said that? A newspaper?"

"I heard it from a passer-by today."

"Not so many, it's only been a few years." Wen Changrong shook his head, "It must be an exaggeration."

"How much did it cost?"

"..." Wen Changrong paused, as if he was remembering something, but then his eyes still fell on Qiao Xing's face on the other side of the screen, and then he shook his head and replied, "I don't remember."

After finishing speaking, he added: "But not many."

"How much is not a lot?" Qiao Xing persisted.

Wen Changrong looked at him: "Dozens...several million."

Of course, Qiao Xing knew that there must be more than this amount, but...it didn't seem to be an important matter.

He didn't bother with this question anymore, shook his head, forced his 'money brain' out, and asked, "Why do you come to the hospital several times a month?"

Qiao Xing said, "You are usually so busy at work, and you still run here yourself, obviously you can leave it to your assistant."

"The assistant is different from me, and the pressure on people is different." Wen Changrong shook his head solemnly over there, "A person is not a machine, and it doesn't mean that it can work according to the program when it is given enough fuel."

Wen Changrong: "Although the money is enough, people need supervision and management. Without management and supervision, they will be slack and cannot achieve the desired effect. I don't know if I came here to see, but to do it In other respects..."

Before Wen Changrong could finish his sentence, the fat assistant next to him couldn't stand the straight man's behavior of explaining management theory in a serious way, and forced himself in front of the camera in an 'outrageous' manner.

"Oh, Mr. Qiao, why are you being so polite here? It's a good thing that my brother wakes up. It's worth all the hard work Mr. Wen has put in. You don't know. The last time Mr. Wen met you in the middle of the night was because your brother woke up suddenly. Mr. Wen During that time, I had a headache all the time, but it was still because of..."

"Okay." Wen Changrong frowned, looking a little uncomfortable for some reason, the man pushed the phone on the bracket a little bit as he spoke, and couldn't see Wen Changrong's expression clearly, "There's no need to say so much..."