Life is a Game

What Jiang Feng didn't expect was that his phone call not only called all the members of the Jiang family, but also half of the staff in the back kitchen of Taifeng building.

Nearly 20 people surrounded the ordinary ward for 4 people, and Jiang Feng and Jiang Zaide, who came to the hospital the first time, couldn't squeeze in because they were too young, and they couldn't even squeeze in the doorway, so they could only wander in the corridor.

Jiang Shoucheng was able to squeeze into the ward, and he needed to tell everyone who came to visit Jiang Weiming's condition.

Jiang Feng could only hold back Zhang Weiyu, who was also in the corridor and couldn't even squeeze in the door, and asked him why so many people came suddenly.

"When you called your mother, she was eating beef in the kitchen. She put her mobile phone on the table and turned it on. We heard everything you said." Zhang Weiyu said, "If it wasn't for too many people coming at one time, the business at noon It can’t be done normally, and everyone is probably here now.”

Zhang Weiyu glanced at the door of the crowded ward: "Master Jiang has such a serious illness, everyone is very worried."

Zhang Weiyu didn't take part in what he said, and Jiang Weiming was probably the most respected and loved person in the entire back kitchen of Taifeng Building.

He has a good temper and never gets angry. He always smiles when talking to people, and he feels comfortable watching him. The most important thing is that he doesn't hide his secrets, he always answers every question, and sometimes he will take the initiative to give advice to the Chef Chef, with great patience.

To some extent, Jiang Weiming was the complete opposite of Xia Mubing.

He is an elder and a good teacher. Although he can't handle housework well, he is highly respected.

"Then the kitchen now..."

"It's probably a mess. The two head chefs are not here, and the manpower is not complete, and everyone is not in the mood to cook now." Zhang Weiyu said, "I just want to take a look, so I can feel at ease. I will go back after I finish. .”

Jiang Feng can understand Zhang Weiyu's feeling of wanting to take a look. Ten thousand words from others are not worth the moment he saw with his own eyes.

Jiang Weiming hadn't woken up yet, and everyone in the Jiang family was still listening to Jiang Shoucheng's explanation of what myocarditis was, and collectively conducted training on myocarditis-related knowledge and follow-up treatment knowledge. Jiang Feng and Jiang Zaide had already learned the training content before, so they wanted to go to Jiang Jianshe to get the keys to his house and first bring some basic daily necessities that Jiang Weiming would need for his subsequent hospitalization.

So Jiang Feng yelled "Give way, I'll go in!" successfully squeezed into the ward, found Jiang Jianshe and got the key from him, and then yelled "Give way, let me out!" and successfully squeezed out of the ward.

During this in and out, Jiang Feng discovered something strange.

He didn't see Jiang Sansheng.

Chefs like Zhang Weiyu, who are occasionally instructed by Jiang Weiming and who have a normal relationship with Jiang Weiming, can grab the opportunity to visit the doctor as soon as possible. Jiang Weiming, as Jiang Weiming's only personal apprentice, cannot miss it.

But where is Jiang Sanitary?

Jiang Zaide had already gone to the parking lot to drive. Jiang Feng couldn't wait too long with the key because it was difficult to park at the entrance of the hospital, so he could only grab Zhang Weiyu and ask, "Did Jiang Bo not come?"

Zhang Weiyu originally wanted to squeeze his way to the door of the ward, so that he could squeeze in after someone came out.

"Ah? Uncle Jiang came here first. He ran out without changing his clothes. Isn't he in?" Zhang Weiyu, who had never entered the ward, looked at a loss.

Jiang Feng: ...

He really wanted to continue discussing this issue with Zhang Weiyu in depth, but time waited for no one, so he could only leave with a sentence that he might be here.

After getting out of the elevator, Jiang Feng saw the WeChat message Jiang Zaide had sent him, telling him that the car was parked diagonally opposite the main entrance of the hospital so that he could come out quickly. After Jiang Feng saw the WeChat, he quickened his pace, grabbed the key, wrapped his down jacket tightly and walked out of the hospital building. Before he took two steps, he heard a familiar voice.

With the familiar voice of crying.

Jiang Feng turned his head and found a chubby-looking Jiang Weiwei in the uniform of Taifeng building staff squatting on the edge of the flower bed at the entrance of the inpatient building.

Jiang Weiwei just squatted in the cold wind wearing a shirt and a thin employee uniform, huddled up in a ball and talking on the phone while crying.

"Honey, I really don't dare to go up to see. When I went up to see just now, I saw Xiaofeng and Zaide were both in the ward, and the master was lying on the bed, with his eyes closed and a ventilator and a tube inserted into his body. He walked with Dad." It was exactly the same when I was lying on the hospital bed before." Jiang Weiwei said while crying, his words were slurred, and his crying was louder than his speaking.

"I really don't dare to go up and look, I'm really scared, I..."

Jiang Feng walked around in front of Jiang Weiwei and found that his entire face was covered with tears, his crying expression was distorted, tears flowed, as ugly as he could be. He was like a frightened and helpless child who didn't even dare to cry in front of everyone, so he could only hide on the edge of the flower bed and cry with his wife on the phone.

"Uncle Jiang..." Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiwei's appearance and didn't know what tone to use to speak to him.

Jiang Weiwei saw Jiang Feng bouncing up from the ground, and he didn't even bother his wife on the other end of the phone to ask loudly: "How is it? Is Master awake? How is Master now? Can you talk? Can you move?"

"The third grandpa hasn't woken up yet. Brother De and I are going to the third grandpa's house to pack up and get some change of clothes. Would you like to go with us?" Jiang Feng said, he had to find a reason to pull Jiang Weiwei away.

He himself is an old man in his 60s, and if he stays outdoors in the unrejuvenated Beiping with such little clothes on, he may have to go to the emergency room to register before Jiang Weiming wakes up.

"Yes, yes, yes, I want to pick up clothes for Master. I'll go with you." Jiang Weiwei nodded as if waking up from a dream, completely forgetting that he was still on the phone with his wife, just hanging down his hand while holding the phone, and followed Jiang Feng Go to the door of the hospital.

Jiang Feng held Jiang Weiwei's hand, which was as cold as an iron railing in winter, rough and cold.

After getting in the car, Jiang Feng handed Jiang Weisheng a tissue to wipe off the tears and snot on his face. Jiang Weiwei wiped his face absent-mindedly and asked worriedly, "Xiao Feng, is Master okay?"

"I just checked online, and they said that myocarditis has a high mortality rate."

"There is heart failure, myocardial infarction, and other messy things. It is said that it is easy to die suddenly."

Jiang Feng knew that what medicine, science, and treatment he was talking about with Jiang Weiwei at this time was all fake, and only metaphysics was the last word.

At such times, only metaphysics can soothe people's hearts.

So Jiang Feng told Jiang Weisheng everything that happened this morning, starting from meeting Huihui, focusing on describing how lucky they were this morning to allow Jiang Weiming to snatch his life from the gate of hell.

At the same time, he also focused on saying that Jiang Weiming would be fine just because of this luck.

After listening to it, Jiang Weisheng was really relieved, and said repeatedly: "Yes, Master is lucky, there will be nothing wrong, Master is always lucky, and Master will always win another bottle when he buys drinks."

At this moment, a third person's voice came from the car, it was Zhang Li's voice on the other end of the phone.

She didn't hang up the phone, listening to Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming's words on the other end of the phone.

It was also the first time that Jiang Feng knew that Zhang Li, who had been silent in front of him, could have such a loud voice, full of arrogance, that he could hear Zhang Li clearly even if Jiang Weiwei held the phone in his hand and turned off the speakerphone. What is Li talking about.

"Did you hear that, Jiang Weiwei, what were you worrying about just now? You know how to cry when you cry and cry. You can only cry at such a young age. What else can you do besides crying?"

"Your master is a person who wants to live to be a hundred years old. He is only 99 now. How can something happen if he is not a hundred years old. You wiped away my tears. Now go home with Xiaofeng to pack your things and go to the hospital to wait for Master Jiang Wake up and take care of him, I asked Xiaochao to book a ticket for me to go to Peking tomorrow."

"Didn't you always say that Master Jiang is your father? You have taken good care of your father these two days. If you want to cry, don't cry in front of him. Go to the corridor or the stairs and wait for me to pass."

Jiang Sansheng picked up the phone and stuck it to his ear, and replied oh.

Jiang Feng: (′°Δ°`)