Chapter 875 - 417: This Is Fatherly Love, A Foolish Son Not Foolish_2

Chapter 875: Chapter 417: This Is Fatherly Love, A Foolish Son Not Foolish_2

Basically, the working hours every day exceed twelve hours.

By the end of the month, the payslip comes down to just over four thousand yuan.

I worked like that for more than two years, saved a little money, about thirty thousand yuan, and I didn’t want to work like this anymore.

In the factory, it’s like being a machine, working tirelessly every day.

Coincidentally, I met a girl, her voice and smile made me fall head over heels. Just seeing her once a day made me very happy.

I wanted to date her, so I asked her what she was looking for in a boyfriend.

She told me she wanted to have her own house in the city, and if possible, to have her own car as well.

Having a house and car is almost the dream of all the workers in our factory.

I still remember, the night before I resigned, I wrote her a farewell letter, which was also a confession letter. It was very long, about two pages.

I said I was leaving and asked her to wait for me for three years. When I earn money, I will come to marry her in a car."

Speaking of love, a slight smile appeared unconsciously on the young man’s face.

Surely, the initial form of love is particularly beautiful to every young man and woman.

Every time they recall it, it feels sweet.

"But do you know? After I resigned, I partnered with someone to open a shop, and within a month, we lost almost everything. Later, I transferred the shop, and with the four thousand yuan I got, as I walked on the street, I felt that in this world, earning a lot of money and becoming rich is really very hard.

I used the four thousand yuan to sell pirated CDs.

Because I heard that this makes money quickly.

In the end, I was caught after just two days. Not only were the goods confiscated, but I also had to pay a fine and was detained.

I had no money to pay the fine, so the police notified my family.

When my father came, I realized that in over two years, he’d aged a lot; his temples gray, his forehead with deep wrinkles.

I thought he would definitely beat me and scold me.

Back home, getting caught by the police is a disgraceful matter. It not only brings shame to family but also to our ancestors.

My father didn’t hit me but paid the fine for me.

Seeing his rough and cracked hands, I knew that this money was his hard-earned money, earned by sweating. Farming and doing odd jobs were his ways of making money. The fine was five thousand yuan, equivalent to the income from ten acres of land."

At this point, the young man’s voice choked, turning his head away and wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"On the way home, my father said nothing. He didn’t scold me or hit me. When we got home, he just said, ’Hungry? There are steamed buns and hot dishes in the pot.’

My mom placed a bowl of chicken soup on the table and whispered to me that my dad asked her to make it when he went to pay the fine, deliberately saving it for me to eat when I got home.

At that moment, drinking the chicken soup and eating the steamed bun, I felt my nose tingling with acidity.

The bun was so big, yet it tasted especially good. I felt it was the best thing I’ve eaten in my life.

After that, I gradually changed my view of my dad.

He wasn’t unloving; he just didn’t know how to express it.

Afraid I’d cause trouble again, he asked me to find a job nearby. I thought for a long time and realized many people, after making money, want to build houses back home. Building houses requires red bricks, so I thought I’d start a brick factory.

But the money I’d saved from two years of working was already lost, and I owed my father five thousand yuan.

When he learned of my idea, without a word, he handed me forty thousand yuan. I was able to successfully set up the brick factory.

In the beginning, everything needed to be done at the brick factory, and my father silently helped me as a worker. Later, when there were no buyers, even though he seldom interacted with people, he went around to help me find sales outlets..."

This young man’s father is probably the embodiment of most fathers.

They express fatherly love in their own unique way.

"In this lifetime, I’ve never owed anyone kindness or money, except my parents and girlfriend. The girlfriend is the girl I pursued at the factory. When she learned I had returned home to start a brick factory, she wrote several letters encouraging me. Later, when I wanted to buy new equipment but lacked funds, she took out her savings and lent it to me.

She said it was a loan, but in reality, it was interest-free, and I could pay her back when I had money.

It was almost like a gift.

After she knew I wasn’t good at interacting with people, she quit her job and came to my hometown to help me expand the sales.

It’s safe to say, my brick factory wouldn’t be what it is today without her support.

She is also my motivation to strive.

Doctors, please try everything you can to save my dad. I am willing to spend any amount of money. No amount of money can buy my father back."

His words moved Li Jingsheng deeply.

The rough-looking Zhong Hu was evidently touched as well.

"If you really want to treat it, it should be done as soon as possible. He definitely needs surgery. I’ll help you contact General Surgery to further investigate the lung lesions and see if the tumor can be removed. Dr. Li has already told you the worst-case scenario. This disease is practically a nine out of ten chance of dying; you need to mentally prepare yourself."

Zhong Hu helped get in touch with General Surgery and transferred the patient there.

Director Zhong Hu may look stern and indifferent, but he actually has a compassionate heart.

He shamelessly asked Director Yin of General Surgery for help.

Because you should know, Zhong Hu usually never asks for favors from others.

Almost every doctor is reluctant to ask for favors.

Because asking for favors is like swallowing a sword three feet long; everyone knows how difficult it is.

For someone like Director Zhong Hu, who has status, it goes without saying.

For the sake of an unrelated person, he went to ask doctors from another department—all because he was moved by the young man’s filial piety.

Director Bi of General Surgery was sick and still undergoing treatment, but among the remaining senior doctors, Director Yin’s surgical skills were the best.

After work, Li Jingsheng specifically sought out Director Yin to inquire about the matter.

The two didn’t interact much usually.

But after Li Jingsheng saved Director Bi’s life, several senior doctors in General Surgery became very friendly and enthusiastic toward him.

"Director Yin, did that patient with limb osteophytes and lung cancer get transferred to General Surgery?"

"Yes, he was transferred over. The patient himself was unwilling to undergo treatment, but his son insisted, so we admitted him. Tomorrow we have to do some more examinations to see if surgery is feasible. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I just felt that the father-son relationship between the patient and his son was particularly touching, so I wanted to ask. Can I participate in the surgery when it happens? I can help with suturing, retractors, or any ancillary work; I’m capable."

It was the first time Li Jingsheng had ever proactively asked to participate in a surgery in General Surgery.

If he wasn’t invited, he usually wouldn’t ask.

Because the likelihood of being turned down is high.

"No problem! You’re welcome! I’ll notify you once the surgical plan is ready."

Director Yin readily agreed.

On the third day, Li Jingsheng specially took more than two hours to go to General Surgery to help complete the patient’s lobectomy surgery.

The condition of the right lung lobe’s tumor was quite severe.

There were also many nodules.

The surgery was personally performed by Director Yin.

Li Jingsheng observed and learned on the side, witnessing how thorough Director Yin was in the excision.

He mainly observed during the surgery.

Director Yin did not easily give him the opportunity to operate.

General Surgery is full of talent; the operating room is not short of skilled hands. But if you talk about surgical skills, Li Jingsheng is practically unbeatable among his peers now.

In the second hospital’s General Surgery, there are few associate chief physicians who can match his surgical skills.

Moreover, his doctor’s level has reached the level of a chief physician.

His understanding of internal medicine and surgical medical knowledge is far beyond what it was before.

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The patient’s recovery after surgery was swift, even far exceeding Li Jingsheng’s expectations.

The hope is that after chemotherapy, the patient will not have a recurrence.

Of course, such things are not guaranteed simply by the doctors hoping for no recurrence.

One day, Li Jingsheng was sitting in his clinic consulting patients, handling one after another.

"Doctor, can you check my throat? It always hurts, and the medicine I bought from other clinics and pharmacies hasn’t worked." A young man in his twenties consulted Li Jingsheng.