Back To The Age Of The 80s

"You said that the young man gave me the medicine just now." After Zhao Mu returned to the room, he immediately called the secretary over.

Zhao Mu's secretary is the young man who just asked Li Zheng for medicine-Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang nodded, "That person is also Chinese."

"Then did he say what his name was?" Zhao Mu asked impatiently, his face showing a sickly flushing as the fever had completely subsided.

Xiao Wang was stunned for a moment, "This is not true."

"No...no?" Zhao Mu showed an obviously disappointed expression on his face.

"You go back and rest." He waved to Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang Zhanger can't figure it out, what happened to the leader?

"Shu.Ji, you should rest first. You can get better after taking medicine and sweating." He cared and turned and walked outside the house.

When half of his foot had already stepped out of the door, Zhao Mu's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"His room number, do you remember?"

"Remember, 2104 is the second room on the right end of the corridor when the elevator exits." Xiao Wang replied immediately.

Does the secretary have to come to thank you personally? He was even more confused.

After Xiao Wang left, Zhao Mu couldn't calm down for a long time. How could his grandson admit he was wrong, even if Li Zheng's clothes and temperament were completely different from those of the past, but his eyebrows, that look, can't be wrong.

When in Qinghe Town, Li Qiang often went to sea, and Zhao Qiuhua was not a popular thing. Therefore, when Li Qiang was away from home for a long time, Li Zheng and Zhou Sitian would go to the fishing ground to live with Zhao Mu for a few days.

It can be said that during the period of being delegated, the existence of Li Zheng, his grandson, gave Zhao Mu great comfort. Therefore, when Zhao Qiuhua chose to leave the Li family, Zhao Mu was not only happy that her daughter finally did not need to be dragged down by her to lead the life he wanted to live, but also full of guilt for the Li family and his son.

The more you feel guilty, the more shameless you are. Once he received a letter from his daughter, he... alas, Zhao Mu sighed heavily. His daughter has already left. What face does he have to take his only son from Li Qiang?

Zhao Mu didn't sleep all night. The resistance of the patient with high fever was already weak, and coupled with the poor rest, he lost the strength to get up the next day.

Hua Guo and his party waited in the restaurant for a long time. After seeing Zhao Mu coming down for a long time, they asked Xiao Wang to ask the waiter to open the door, only to find that Zhao Mu had already burnt and lost consciousness.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? I obviously watched the leader take the anti-fever medicine!" Xiao Wang was anxious.

"Hurry up to the hospital," someone said.

"The hospitals in the United States are different from those in China. The cost of a high fever is enough to bankrupt Lao Zhao's family."

"Then what to do? Just hold on like this?"

Everyone looked sad, and Xian Ning, the female bank leader, frowned. She pondered for a moment and looked up at Xiao Wang, "Is there any anti-fever medicine available? Give Lao Zhao one first, and then immediately take it to the hospital!" "

"Hey" Xiao Wang responded, and hurriedly went to find medicine and call.

The United Nations General Debate Conference cannot be delayed. Seeing Xiao Wang dialed the front desk phone, the group sighed and left. In a foreign country, how could they get sick.

When Li Zheng got up early in the morning, he heard the noise coming from outside the door, frowning and dissatisfied with the soundproofing of the hotel, he opened the door to see what happened.

Liang Zhexu had already been standing in the corridor because of the sound. Seeing Li Zheng come out, his serious expression suddenly eased. Although this expression has not changed a bit, the aura around him has softened a lot.

"What's wrong in front?" Li Zheng asked, seeing the hotel waiter looking anxiously running back and forth, surrounded by a large group of people in the room not far in front.

"It seems that someone is sick and called an ambulance." Liang Zhe paused and continued: "It's a Chinese."

Li Zheng frowned slightly. At this moment, under the guidance of the waiter, the paramedics trot down from the elevator. They pushed the cart and talked in quick English. They passed by the crowd not far away. The room ran.

Not long after, the ambulance crew came out pushing the cart. On the cart lay an old man with gray hair, his face flushed and his consciousness confused.

The cart was pushed past Li Zheng by the paramedics.

The old man's head came to Li Zheng's side unconsciously, and Li Zheng suddenly grabbed Liang Zhe's arm.

Zhao Mu...

It's him. Li Zheng has read Zhao Qiuhua's notes. In addition to the text, her notes also contain many photos of her when she was young, including photos of him and his father Zhao Mu. It's just that Zhao Mu is full of spirits and ambition, but now he is very old and full of hair.

Li Zheng lowered his eyelids. Ever since he woke up on the hardwood bed, he had thought about such a day.

He took the body of other grandsons, no matter what happened, he always owed them.

He is not the original body, and he cannot do what Chenghuan can do to make peace with their family, but he still has to do what he should do.

"What's wrong with you?" Liang Zhe looked at him puzzled.

Li Zheng tilted his head slightly, his face was already calm, he slowly said: "The one just now, it seems... it's my grandpa."

"What?" Liang Zhe thought he had heard it wrong.

The ambulance crew had already pushed the cart up the elevator, and Xiao Wang followed behind, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Although he was also a serious college student, the domestic English teaching in the 1980s was really not good. The rapid conversation between these waiters and ambulance staff, he could not hear at all, or he could not easily hear a sentence, his brain has not yet translated it. , I have already finished a lot of words.

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Li Zheng frowned, ignoring that he walked into the elevator just wearing home clothes.

Upon seeing this, Liang Zhe gave a few words to the waiter next to him and followed.

"It's you? Great, how do you speak English? Can you translate it for me." Xiao Wang was overjoyed when he saw Li Zheng.

Li Zheng nodded, turned to look at the ambulance staff, and said in proficient English: "How is he?"

"High fever, shortness of breath, persistent dry cough, and after questioning, there are symptoms of unilateral chest pain. We suspect that it is pneumonia caused by high fever." The medical staff said solemnly.

"How is it, how is it, the secretary is okay!" Xiao Wang hurriedly asked.

"It may be pneumonia, but the doctor will take a film before it can be officially diagnosed. The medical technology in the United States is very advanced and nothing will happen."

"Pneumonia!" Xiao Wang exclaimed. This was no longer a minor illness in China in the 1980s.

"How could it be like this? It was obviously only a fever yesterday." Xiao Wang's voice was already a little bit crying. He entered the iron industry after graduating from college. It has only been two years now, and now he is abroad and he can't speak. If Zhao Muyou What's the matter, his secretary...

How could he be so unlucky. However, to his surprise, when Zhao Mu was pushed into the ambulance, the young man of 2104 and his companions also sat up.

The young man expertly discussed the condition and emergency treatment measures with the ambulance staff, as if he was Zhao Mu's secretary.

Xiao Wang scratched his head, always feeling something was wrong.

"His name is Zhao Mu? There is a daughter named Zhao Qiuhua, right?" The young man suddenly said.

Xiao Wang was taken aback, "Secretary Zhao is indeed called Zhao Mu, but his daughter?" He shook his head, "I haven't seen his daughter. Secretary Zhao lives alone in the unit's dormitory."

Li Zheng showed a sarcastic smile on his face, "Is it." He knew that even a woman who could easily be abandoned by his own children would never want his elderly father.

Xiao Wang Yuguang sneaked a glimpse of Li Zheng's expression, and the doubts in his heart were even worse. He hesitated and said: "Thank you very much. If I am alone, I really don't know what to do."

Li Zheng smiled at him, did not answer, but lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

There is a green channel for ambulances in New York. About fifteen minutes later, the ambulance stopped at the entrance of the nearest hospital. The medical staff had already been waiting outside.

In the loud roar of the doctors, Zhao Mu was pushed out of the car.

"The nurse measures the body temperature and blood pressure to observe the pupils, and at the same time takes the film immediately. I need to see the film in fifteen minutes."

Xiao Wang looked anxious, he stopped talking, he heard the doctor's words, and his whole body was excited, filming? That can cost a lot of money.

"Can you not shoot? How can we treat it?" Xiao Wang said in bad English.

The doctor didn't even look at the young man. Instead, he looked up and down at Li Zheng, "Family members go and pay. The hospital charges are settled on the spot. As for my personal consultation fees, I will send you a bill."

The doctor saw that Li Zheng was dressed in home clothes. He obviously didn't even have time to change his clothes and accompanied the patient to the ambulance. This is not a family member. Is the kid who shouted not to film a family member?

Li Zheng nodded and walked to the toll booth.

The deposit of US$200 is equivalent to more than 700 yuan now. For many ordinary people, it is only a year to save without eating or drinking.

Li Zheng was taken aback. Where did he get the money for his house clothes.

Liang Zhe handed the card over. Since the last time he was forced to write an IOU on the road, he had the habit of putting a card in his pocket.

"Thank you."

Li Zheng didn't say much, and stepped forward to pay the deposit.

Xiao Wang looked stunned from behind, two hundred dollars. When the leaders came out of New York, each of them received thirty dollars in foreign exchange. This person actually paid two hundred dollars as a deposit without blinking his eyes.

wrong? Why did he pay for the medical bill for Secretary Zhao?

Isn't it a liar? Scam money with the hospital? This thought only existed for less than ten seconds before being trampled on by himself.

If this person has the ability to allow a hospital as big as the United States to cooperate with him in acting, then why would he care about two hundred dollars?