Drugs
Medicine.
Singing
Blue Breath is burning.
He’s thinking about Jing-soo, especially.
But he had no good reason to go to Jing-soo. He then imagines an occasional encounter, such as going to the vicinity of primary school or to the doorway, to the riverside to see the landscape, hoping to wait for the Jeong-soo, like waiting for the rabbit.
He did.
But I haven’t met or been waiting for a few days.
Then go through the left side of the door. The father of Zhu Jin-soo, Zhu Jia Ning, is a way to contact Zheng-soo. Moreover, if he were to be with her in the future, it would be better to seize the mountain than to keep him on the road.
Blue Bhai has not been running from Nanshan for a long time, either because he was busy or because he was cold. Pepsi, spring cold, and he’s a little scared to see her. Because of his feelings for his daughter, he felt like he had done something wrong or offended.
But today the blue is out.
He ran up to the South Mountain, into the woods. Only one grave was seen as a deserter without their commander. It appears that for many days no one has been cleaning up the leaves that were spilled after the grave.
Ran Bhaiwan went home and asked his father where the family was.
Father Lan Bo Win said, “The family has been sick for a long time and he is not home. “What hospital? Who takes care of him?” Blue Bing said.
The father said, “The county hospital, his daughter took care of it. I was thinking about seeing him again for spring, and I didn’t know if he’d make it through it. I’m sorry.
“What’s his disease?”
“Cancer, says liver cancer. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go to the county tomorrow, and I’ll show you first. “Lang Bing says:
After dinner, Blue Beiwan accompanied Master Yu for a walk in the village. He did not laugh, nor did he say anything to the Master after him, as if there were no one, no one in his heart, and no God.
Master Yu said, “You want to marry a rural girl and start a family?” Or do you just want to play?”
“Do you think I can return to the past?” he said. I’m sorry.
“You can’t change the past, but it doesn’t mean you can lower the standards of marriage or choose a partner.” I’m sorry.
“I dare to ask Master Yu, do you and your wife share a common interest or are you in a family? I’m sorry.
It’s hard for Master Yu to ask questions and tell his wife’s marriage and love.
In 1969, Heming, 20 years old, was an apprentice at the Shanghai Piano Factory when he met his wife, Cheng Jiu, who is now a resident of the United States. One time, Yu Hae-ming was working on the piano. Actually, it’s to move the piano. He moved the piano back to the factory and asked the master to fix it. The piano was a German-made Beshistan brand, not many in Shanghai at the time, and only the master could fix it. It was smashed and later known to be the Red Guard. Yu Heming worked with the master for four months and fixed it. That day, Yu Hae-ming returned the piano. When the piano was delivered outside the home, it was suddenly surrounded by Red Guards. The Red Guard tried to pull the piano off the car and smash it again.
Like the warriors who guard steel guns and treasures, Yu Hae-ming protects the piano in instinct and is not taken away. He stood at the entrance of the car ‘ s cargo container and blocked the person who had come up. Who comes up and pushes who goes down and kicks.
Then it got in trouble.
The angry Red Guards officially launched a war. They attacked the car with bricks and sticks. A man, Yu Heming, who uses his flesh and blood as a shield, has a six-way eye, focusing on his guard, moving in a flexible manner, quenching, blocking and stabbing bricks, like a football goalie who defends honour.
The final results are known. He was bleeding and bruised. And the piano survived.
By the window on the second floor of the master ‘ s house, a quiet woman was standing and silently saw a scene of shock downstairs.
The owner of the piano, Cheng Yin, a piano professor at the Shanghai Institute of Music, is his daughter, Cheng Jing.
At the time of the terrorist incident, Professor Cheng had been pulled out of the fight and had not returned. When he returned, he first saw the piano in his home, which was repaired, and then found himself lying next to the piano with a person more seriously injured. He seems to have understood something or made a determination. He looked at the daughter of the wounded and took the medicine, and said: “You shall not let him die, but you shall live.”
That night, the professor ran away. Three days later, his body was found in Huang Pojiang.
She took care of her daughter, Yu Hae-ming, who was deprived of the people ‘ s reactionary academic authority. That was when no one dared to do anything, and he did it. Two years later, he sought to marry her and became husband and wife.
The combination of Yu Hae-ming and Cheng Zhi was neither worthy nor equal, and according to people, a red man had given up a bad cabbage and turned it into a pig. But Heming Yu enjoyed such inappropriateness and inequity. How comfy and noble is his wife, who is obedient and obedient to him.
But the position of the couple changed after 1977, and it got bigger.
Cheng Jing was first in the Faculty of Pianos at the Shanghai Institute of Music and was very easy to pass. Because she had graduated from this school, her late father had been a professor at the school, and there was no one like her. The son was just a year old.
In that year, Cheng Zhiqing also advised Hemingu University, but he refused. One is because the child is small, the other is because of lack of confidence. Yu Haiming only had a junior high school culture and felt he could not enter.
That year, the piano factory also had junior high-school students who took high-school exams.
Yu Hae Ming jumped and took the 1978 exam.
It was at that time that Heiming Yu became the head of the workshop.
Satisfied, he’s gone.
His wife graduated undergraduate and went to Germany to study. And then to America, at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, started to do doctoral studies.
After seven years, Yu Ha Myung was the head of the workshop. The son is eight years old. My son is a piano genius. He took the ninth grade at the age of four and can play Wild Bee Flying at the age of five. Eight years old, he had no teachers and no schools in the country.
I’m afraid you’ll have to come to America with your son.
Yu Ha Myung went to America with his son.
In the United States, Yu Haiming began to look after children, serving his wife, and became a house-cooking man.
He’s almost 40 years old. The wife has become a professor at the Chicago School of Music. A 13-year-old son who just won the silver prize for the Shoban International Piano Competition.
Also when he was 40 years old, China had a TV show, “Fences, Women and Dogs,” and a song, “The Shadows of the Fence Wall,” and Yu Hae Myung just looked good and listened. He’s sorry to die. “How come the stars don’t look like that star, or the moon, or the river, or the house, or the house, or the mule, have fallen a pony, or the rooster, or the rooster, or the pheasant, or the turquoise, or the oil, or the hill, or the oil, or the mountain, or the wall, is so long? It was as if it had been written for him, with words like a knife in his chest.
I can’t live like this! He raised it with his wife.
Your wife said yes. You can’t play with me and my son. What do you want?
And Yu Haming came out of his mouth: I am better than you, am I? Better than you? I’ll make it. Yes, I’m going to learn to make the piano!
Cheng Ji-jun says you’re going. You chose the best piano in the world. I’ll take you!
The best piano in the world is the Stamway piano factory in Hamburg, Germany.
Yu Hae Mingo went there to study for two years. He was on the basis that two years of learning to make a piano, it was pure and green. He returned to the United States, where he was a quality examiner at a piano company and received his wife ‘ s annual salary. But he can’t build a piano. He’s depressed.
He decided to return home and build a piano of Chinese origin.
The wife and son are opposed to stopping. It’s useless.
He returned to Shanghai and became a piano maker at the Shanghai Piano Company.
That year he was 45.
He was built from 45 to 60 years old.
Fifteen years for the piano and 15 years for his wife. Every year, he goes to the United States at most twice, but his wife never comes to China to see him. The diaphragm and the difference between the two became more apparent and more difficult to reconcile.
So he’s not going anywhere after retirement. He stays in Shanghai. Until he was invited by Blue Brethren, he left Shanghai and came to Shanghai.
When Master Yu’s story was finished, Blue Breath had a smile that wasn’t easy to see, because it was just a smile. He said, “My condition is exactly the opposite of yours. Madam married you at an early age. I’m not on the same page as Jung-soo. I’m a farmer. She’s a public teacher. Besides, I’m just thinking about her. Would she like to know? I’m sorry.
Master Yu said, “We’re the same, that’s taking advantage of the danger. I’m sorry.
The blues are so confused.
On the third day, Blue Bing went to the county. After he had sent the material to the DRC, he fought for a while and eventually went to the hospital.
The family was lying on the bed, and Jeong-soo was feeding him water.
She was surprised to see Rambowan, Zhu Jia Ning and Zhu Jeong-soo, as if she should not have come.
But glad is sure. I don’t want any more water. Zheng Xiu has drawn a stool. Please sit down.
It’s like the moment he first saw his real parents’ reaction, being kind and caring. Who would he rather be? He is the father of Jing-soo, and Jing-soo is the one who is sure of his love. So his heartache was reasonable, like water wave, bourbon.
I’d rather be able to talk, but the voice is weak and dumb. In order not to allow him to say it, Blue Brethren has been proactive in saying:
“I just heard about your illness because I’ve been busy lately. I’m busy with the piano business. I went to the DRC to deliver the material. It’s going well, but it’s going to have to run, running the county, at least three months. Then I can visit you often. But I hope you get better as soon as possible. You’re gonna be all right. We can’t go to Nanning for treatment, and I have specialists who know me well in the medical faculty and the People’s Hospital of the Autonomous Region. Don’t worry about anything. Just take care of yourself. I’ll help you.”
It’s for Jung-soo.
Half an hour, Blue Bing says goodbye. Jin-soo sent him.
They keep walking. Get out of the hospital, then it’s not for delivery, it’s for company. That’s what Blue Brewan thinks. And he thinks he’s got his word.
They came to the river across the county city. This river, blue Bing Bing, had the impression that he had studied swimming in it as a child.
She thought that Blue Brewan did not know the name of the river, and said, “It is Sumijiang, who will go down ten kilometres and enter the Red Water, which will pass through our village.” I’m sorry.
“Our village’s green water becomes red after summer, and after winter it becomes clear, and it changes, and the weather is a great place.” I’m sorry.
“That’s what you think. I don’t believe you think so. I’m sorry.
“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry.
“When you first came to Ling Village, did you think so? I’m sorry.
“No,” said Blue Blanche, “I thought it was a good place to kill myself and die. I’m sorry.
“Now what?”
“Good place to live. I’m sorry.
She said, “That’s what you think.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? She looked into her eyes and said that her eyes were already big and that they were amazing. “Many people live like dogs, like pigs, like my dad, like you… or your dad, or my dad. I’m sorry.
She’ll be waiting.
“What the hell did my dad do? She said her pure eyes were filled with tears. Her full chest shivering as a result of excitement, as if overloaded cars were shaky on the bumpy road.
Blue Bing’s hands have been put on the shoulders of Jung-soo, which seems logical to stabilize her emotions, and there is no desire to bring her emotions closer to herself. “Nothing, don’t worry, don’t worry. We worked together to cure his illness, huh? I’m sorry.
“How’s it going? Don’t worry. He’s late! I’m sorry.
“Then take good care of him. We take care of him together. I’m sorry.
Jianxian Soo-soo has made some kind of peace, like blue Bing’s comfort. “I don’t want you to take care of it. She suddenly said,
He said, ‘You are not the only one who can do it, and you are a schoolteacher, and you are going to study.’
“I don’t have a mother!” said Jeong-soo, “She ran away and ran away. I’m sorry.
He saw a rock on the lawn nearby, saying, “Let’s go sit there.” I’m sorry.
Two men sit on the rocks. Blue Bhai’s hands were no longer on the shoulders of Jing-soo, but the bodies of the two men were so close that they came in contact with each other, like two glued thongs. Thanks for the narrow rock. Their feet are rounded together, like roots in the earth.
She looked at the waters of the Qur’an, and said, “When my mother ran, I was eleven years old.” “If my mom doesn’t leave my dad and leave me, we’ll be better off.” But my dad, he’s like that no one can stand that. I’m sorry.
That’s what she said, “Rang Bing understood, and the other one didn’t understand.” Of course he wants to understand. He wants to hear her go down.
He looked at the teacher like a student who was particularly interested in a subject, and looked at the Jeong-soo, although his eyes were tilted.
She looked at the river and said, “My father came back from war and married my mother. Because then he came back alive and was as welcome as a hero. There’s a lot of people who want to marry my dad. My mom married him. But they didn’t give birth to me for six years. I don’t know what. There’s got to be something. My dad’s been having nightmares and drinking. The reason he had nightmares, the reason he drank was connected to the war, to his friends in our village who died. How did his comrades die? All we know is how the enemy killed him, but how he died, he didn’t, never said. And he will not speak in the day, nor will he be bored, like a piece of platinum, and will never strike. My mother probably thought he’d have a baby, so she secretly conceived me, and he wouldn’t have an abortion. When I was born, my father had nightmares, he drank even more, all his dreams were screaming, he drank three or four pounds, and he was all cassava, because it was cheap, and whatever the methanol. He ran away often in the middle of the night and came back, but he didn’t remember anything. When I was six, my dad wanted to die. When I was 10, my dad tried to hang and was saved. Your dad saved it this time. After your dad saved my dad, he’s not dead anymore. But he did something my mom couldn’t understand and tolerate. That’s moving the remains of seven dead comrades back up the hill and reburial. You say those seven comrades, the country has buried them at the Martyrs’ Mansion, and why are you bothering them? Why did you move them back? You have money? Where is it? That’s how my mom argued with my dad. But my dad doesn’t listen, he’s stubborn. He sells trees, grows trees, works, works hard, doesn’t give my mom a penny. My mom ran away when I was 11. She was 31 years old, as old as I am now. No one knows where she went. I know where she is now, but I don’t tell my dad. I won’t tell you. After my mom left, my dad was harder and harder because he was sending me to school. I miss my dad very much. He kept sending me through high school and college. I didn’t want to go to college when I finished high school. My dad beat me up. That was the first and last time my dad hit me. He woke me up. I went to college. I went to teacher training, Guangxi teacher training. I didn’t think I’d get a job in Guilin or Nanning. But I came back, went back to Spring School, became a teacher. It’s for my dad, of course. The second year I was a teacher, it was like my dad’s burden was lightened, and it was like saving some money to move his comrade’s remains back, but only five, and two more. Must be because the money isn’t enough. His wish was to bring back the remains of the two remaining comrades, and to leave the graves, even his own. But now he’s sick, the doctor says… his wish I could do for him, but I want him alive to see it. God, how can I tell you this? I’m sorry.
Blue Bhai-Wan still looks at Jing-soo, waiting for her to turn around and see him. And the eyes of the two fell together like two rivers. This is the second time they have seen each other in that light. The last time was at my cousin’s wedding party.
“We must fulfill your father’s wish and let him live to see it done. “Lang Bing says:
“You can build your factory with all your heart. It’s none of my business. She said she changed her face again, turned to the river and, to be precise, to the other side of the river because her eyes were raised. The river is full of fog across the coast, like bed covered with mosquito nets.
“Let’s take your father to Nanning for treatment. “Lang Bing says:
“No way. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“In the county hospital, my dad didn’t want to. Go to Nanning, spend more money, he won’t go. I’m sorry.
“I’ll pay for the medical expenses.” I’m sorry.
“Why did you pay? I pay, my dad pays, you don’t pay. It is not a matter of money, and the bulk of medical expenses can be reimbursed. I’m sorry.
“What’s the problem? I’m sorry.
“He was trying to save money and move his comrade’s remains back!” Zhu Jeong-soo said.
“That’s still the money problem,” Blue Bing said, “I can help with this problem.” I’m sorry.
“He just doesn’t want help. That’s the problem! She said, “He’s weak and stubborn! I’m sorry.
“If he refuses to go to a good hospital, can we call a good doctor at a big hospital and treat him? But he didn’t tell him it was a doctor. I’m sorry.
Jing-soo’s eyes are shining, like a heart attack. “That’s a good thing. You can fool him if you can keep him alive. But I don’t know the doctor at the big hospital, so you’re invited. I accept your help. I’m sorry.
The blue brevity was relieved and the tension was eased, as if the obstacles to construction had been removed. It’s not like that, of course. It’s not comparable. The construction of the factory is small, the Jing-soo is big. He can do anything for her and her father. He would be happy to help her, with or without her consent. The most beautiful result, of course, is that she agrees that she will.
Now that Jung-soo has agreed and is willing to accept help, although it is a small thing, it is significant, as if the long march had taken its first step. Besides, it’s not a long march, it’s a pursuit of a girl with a heart, it’s white and it’s love. It should not be an expedition. There is no expedition.
While fighting iron and saving people from the fire, Blue Bing went to Nanning and asked a doctor to euphemismally send her away.
Jing-soo returned to the ward. My father, Qianjin, watched as he delivered his daughter for two hours, and said, “This young man, Lan Bwan, will not be a normal man, and he is not. She said, “I went to a doctor to talk about your condition. Do you think I have gone somewhere? Do I have the heart? I’m sorry.
“What did the doctor say?”
“The doctor said to change you. I’m sorry.
The next day, he changed the doctor.
The doctor’s name is Lee, also from the county hospital. I’d rather know that.
What he does not know is that this Dr. Lee, who is full of his name, is Dr. Reiqing, a professor at Guangxi University of Medicine, an oncology expert and Dr. Kumi. It was for the same reason that Dr. Rami had known him, and he was invited to do so.
He drove himself to the county hospital. You can’t tell the patient who you are. That is to say, he is required to be both a medical expert and a performing artist. Lee Jiu-man promised to say that I had no further experience in medicine, but that I was able to perform because I lied to patients every day and only told them the truth.
When they arrived at the county hospital, they went to the ward after a discussion and consultation with the head of the district hospital and the doctor.
Dr. Lee asks about the patient’s preference for family. His face was always filled with smiles, eyes filled with kindness, a smooth and gentle mouth, like the Buddha of Prudence.
He then turned around and left the patient, where he gave his diagnosis and treatment advice to the patient’s family and the doctor in charge of the county hospital. “As a result of the pre-hospital examination of the patient, his treatment and his current symptoms, the patient’s family would have preferred to have advanced liver cancer, and his life would not have lasted more than one month if the methods and methods of treatment of the previous period had continued. So, my advice is to use embryonic stem cell therapy. Patients with liver cancer are treated directly and individually with embryonic stem cell therapy, which can quickly and accurately kill tumour cells in their whole body, relieve symptoms and alleviate their suffering. Treatment is accompanied by effective control of the patient ‘ s immune function, improved quality of life and extended life. In combination with bioimmunotherapy on tumours, liver cancer can quickly recover immune damage from surgery, remove tumour tumour stoves from tiny residuals after surgery, and prevent diversion and relapse. Also, the patients have undergone chemotherapy, so that the combination of embryonic stem cell therapy with liver cancer can increase sensitivity to the leachate, reduce the toxic side effects of the leachate, resist the immunosuppressive effects of the chemotherapy drug, and provide comprehensive support for immunisation after bone marrow failure. However, this treatment is expensive and embryonic stem cells need to be imported from abroad, unreimbursable and at their own expense. The United States is the most popular and ranked country for stem cell research, followed by Iran. The United States alone has standardized the production of clinical levels, i.e., stem cells. Family members are then invited to consider whether or not to use this therapy. I’m sorry.
“How expensive?” said the only family member, Jeong-soo.
Dr. Lee was about to reply that he had seen the eyes of Blue Bjorn that had been thrown at him after her. He was in a hurry to think, saying, “It depends on who is right and who is different.” For families with good financial conditions, there is little to bear. Poor, poor families are expensive. I’m sorry.
“My family is poor. I’m sorry.
“Dr. Lee, is 20,000 enough?” It’s not more than 20,000, is it? I’m sorry.
Dr. Lee will say, “About that. I’m sorry.
“Twenty thousand, dollars or yuan. Zhu Jin-soo says:
“The renminbi. I’m sorry.
“Is this a treatment for 20,000 yuan? A needle or a dose of 20,000 yuan? I’m sorry.
Dr. Lee said, “If a treatment doesn’t work, it can be stopped. I’m sorry.
Doctors at the county hospital next to them also saw Dr. Lee and Rambowan’s performance to the patient’s family, and gave a speech: “It’s worth a try. I’m sorry.
“Okay, I agree to do it. But even for $20,000, I want to keep my dad secret. Say 2,000 at most. @Jen-soo says: This girl in the dark thinks she’s still in the room of the doctor, the Blue Brewan.
Later, Rambowandh sent Dr. Lee back to Nanning and waited for medicine and medicine.
On the way, Rambowandh asked Dr. Lee: “What is the actual cost?” I’m sorry.
“One treatment, half a million, least. I’m sorry.
“Is stem cell therapy really working? I’m sorry.
“There’s no problem with two or three more months of survival. I’m sorry.
“Okay. “Lang Bing said that his tone was so relaxed that he came out of rich people’s mouth.
Dr. Lee looks at the heavy weight of the Blue Blanche, and says, “Do you think it’s worth it for me to see a girl who’s not as good as you? I’m sorry.
“The girl is second, and the father of the girl is first. He is a man worthy of respect and assistance and the only person who has survived the battle in the village. I need him to stay alive. He raised the profile of the life-saver and raised his own level.
“I’ll give you a free visit.” I am also noble. Dr. Lee said:
On the third day, the drugs were taken and returned to the county hospital. Doctors at county hospitals will enter embryonic stem cells from the United States into the patient ‘ s body.
For several consecutive days, Blue Bing and Jung-soo remained outside the sterile room. It’s a good time for Blue Bing. And maybe so is Jung-soo. On the bench, there are times when Jeong-soo sleeps on the shoulders of Blue Bing, and when she sleeps, Blue Bing holds her by her hand and gives her a steady sleep. Before she woke up, he stayed still and her head remained in his arms, no matter how numbed. His eyes also kept staring at her face and the parts of her body that made him excited. His eyes were so open and even unbridled that they were like the light of the snow plateau.
This day, the sterile room was finally opened. Doctors told Jung-soo and Blue Bing that the implanted stem cells had succeeded in making blood in the patient, resulting in blood cells such as red, white and slabs, which had been successfully transplanted and that the next step was to wait for the immune system to be gradually rebuilt.
In a bacterie-proof suit, the show and Blue Bing went to the ward. Jung-soo saw her father’s face with blood on her face and eyes open. Blue Bing saw a man who stood up and laughed.
The family preferred to hold the hands of Blue Bing, and he seemed to know that the young man, who loved his daughter, had saved him and prolonged his life.
“I have to get out of the hospital and move the graves of Zheng Kong and Zhong to the top of the hill. I’m sorry.
He said, “You are still in the process of recovery, and you cannot be discharged.” I’ll do it. Believe me, I can do it. We’ll take you out of the hospital as soon as the grave is cleared. I’m sorry.
“Build my grave, too, and I’ll be there soon. “It’s like saying something bad, like knowing the time of his death.
And Blue Breath gave him comfort and encouragement, and gave him rest, and then left the ward with Zhu Jianxi.
They walked out of the hospital and came to the street.
There was a light on the street and some children were firing.
Blue Breung and Jung-soo remember almost at the same time, and today is 30 years old.
Zhu Jin-soo hurrying home. She apologized to Blue Bean like a sinner.
Blue Blanche doesn’t. He took her to the market where she started to empty, and bought food for his supper. A hotel was then prevented from closing and the owner was paid double the processing fee. Blue Breung and Jung-soo worked in the kitchen themselves and packed their meals.
The food smells in the room. The tempting fragrance goes far beyond the irritating spicy and the other odours. Blue Breung opened a bottle of wine and put three glasses on it. A once-in-a-lifetime enthusiast has re-emerged, thinking he can break the rules. But Blue Bing and Jeong-soo did not allow him to drink, but only symbolically lifted up his cup and asked for a sense of service and atmosphere.
Three not family, had a happy and special New Year’s Eve.
It was more than 8 o’clock in the evening when Blue Breung returned to his home.
Mother and father and Master Yu are still waiting for him, and there is no heat on the table, as if they had been hit by the frost. But when his people do not have a complaint, it will be a spring wind, like a door of joy. Surely they know why Blue Blah and Blah and Blah and Blah and Blah, In particular, the mother of Blue Blanche, Wei Xiaoxiang, whose smiling mouths had not been brought together because she had been a daughter-in-law for a long time.
It’s actually the first time that Blue Bean has spent a year with his biological parents.
Thirty-four years. The blood and blood that are linked together must be replaced by old and common.
Blue Blanche lifts his glasses to his parents who cry.
The second one, he’s loved his father and son.
The Master Yu was pleased and said, “I will not sleep until after 12 o’clock, after I have given you a red bag and received your red bag. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
