Chen Mo and Fan Xiaobin rushed to Yancheng and went straight to the Affiliated Hospital of Yancheng Medical College.
At this moment, Xue Hongxia had fallen asleep after drinking the medicine, and Fan Guohua was watching beside her, unable to hide the worry in her eyes.
Seeing the two of them, he stood up and walked out, closing the door of the ward gently.
"You bastard, didn't I tell you not to tell your Brother Mo? He is so busy now..."
Fan Guohua was interrupted by Chen Mo before he finished speaking. This was the first time he interrupted the teacher's speech. He only heard him say: "Teacher, how is Master's condition now? What's going on?"
"Your wife is fine. Her fractured left arm has been surgically reattached. The doctor said it might hurt her a little bit, but as long as she makes up for it later, there won't be any big problem." Fan Guohua sighed, although he It sounds easy on the lips, but it's very heavy on the inside.
He also knew that it would not take a hundred days for these elderly people to break their muscles and bones.
At this time, a girl about twenty years old came over carrying a thermos box: "Professor Fan, this is the chicken soup I made for Teacher Xue. Is she resting now?"
"Well, she just went to bed."
Fan Guohua hummed lightly, and then said: "Child, you don't have to blame yourself too much. This matter can't be entirely your fault. Teacher Xue didn't pay attention to the road either, so it's nothing serious now."
"But if I don't answer that call, I can avoid it. I..."
After hearing the conversation between the two, Chen Mo and Fan Xiaobin knew that the so-called perpetrator was the girl in front of them, and she should be their school girl.
Moreover, the car that hit my wife (grandma) was not a four-wheeled car, but a small electric car.
If my wife (grandma) were twenty years younger, the possibility of fracture would be very slim, and at most it would be a slight fall.
"Okay, school girl, give me the chicken soup. You should have classes now. You go back to class first, and then come see my grandma when you are free!" Fan Xiaobin reached out and took the thermos box from the girl's hand. , he wanted to blame the other party, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
After all, it is an unexpected thing that can happen to anyone.
The girl nodded lightly, and then paused on Chen Mo's face: "Well, thank you, senior, but I will come over tomorrow. It is my responsibility and I have to bear Teacher Xue's medical expenses. It’s up to me to come out.”
"This is really..."
"No problem, junior fellow student, you go to class first. As for the future issues, we will discuss them in detail when we have time." Chen Mo said one step ahead of Fan Xiaobin. He could see that this junior fellow student was stubborn and very opinionated. If I wait for someone to persist, I'm afraid it will hurt this school girl's self-esteem. There are not many people who are so thoughtful nowadays.
Fan Guohua on the side nodded with satisfaction, but after the girl left, his expression changed.
I saw him saying to his grandson Fan Xiaobin: "You go in first and guard your grandma. Your Brother Mo and I have something to discuss."
Although he didn't know what grandpa wanted to say to Brother Mo, Fan Xiaobin tiptoed into the ward carrying the incubator and closed the door.
Fan Guohua did not speak, but turned and walked towards the outside of the hospital building. Upon seeing this, Chen Mo quickly followed.
When he reached a deserted place, he stopped, turned around and scolded the latter: "You little bastard, if you don't write music well, you have to go to novels and poems." You interfered and asked Luoluo to come forward to clarify. I think you have lived like a dog in these years."
"Um...Teacher, the situation is not what you thought..."
"Shut up, Luoluo is not yet five years old, and you have let her endure the abuse from so many people. How can she bear it? Is there any father of a child who does this to you?"
Now Chen Mo finally understood that any excuse for not composing music well was just an excuse. After all, the teacher had long known that "Journey to the West" was written by him. The point is actually at the back. The teacher just changed the pattern and breathed a sigh of relief for Luo Luo. Could this be a close relationship separated by blood?
Moreover, Luoluo will be five years old soon, so there are still more than two months left!
After Fan Guohua finished venting his anger, he said patiently: "Teacher, this is actually..."
After hearing Chen Mo's explanation, the former breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him with satisfaction again. However, after the scolding, the former had no intention of apologizing. Instead, he blamed: "You kid, why didn't you make it clear earlier? I made the teacher and I become a confused bad person."
"Hey, it's okay. The teacher scolded me for caring about me and Luoluo. It's too late for me to be happy!"
Chen Mo responded with a smile, but said with a lot of pain in his heart: You didn't even give me a chance to explain!
Fan Guohua nodded awkwardly, and then said seriously: "I know that you are not taking the path of song creation now, but I still want to advise you, a person's energy is always limited, don't do everything by then. It’s hard to achieve a high level and a low level.”
"Well, don't worry, teacher, I know what's going on!"
"Okay, as long as you have an idea!" Fan Guohua said nothing more and asked instead: "By the way, the Yanguo Music Festival is coming soon. Are you confident that you will win a Golden Melody Award this time?"
"It's hard to say. After all, there are many competitors like singing kings and queens, but the nomination should be no problem."
"Nominations are useless. Some songwriters and singers will be nominated for the rest of their lives and will never be able to make any further progress. Don't let me down!"
As a former songwriter and songwriter, Fan Guohua is very aware of the promotion mechanism in the entertainment industry.
He could more or less guess the ambition of his student, so he persuaded him that it was too difficult to develop at the same time. In fact, he could reach the peak of one thing first, and then do another thing.
Feeling the teacher's expectations for him, Chen Mo nodded solemnly.
After staying in Yancheng for a day, Chen Mo returned to Rongcheng alone because his daughter called to say that they had passed the audition for the Poetry Culture Festival.
But now a group of people suddenly appeared on the Internet and were targeting Luo Luo for listening to the story.
And these people are not the previous book friends and authors, but some cultural figures who claim to be traditional poetry culture.
Back home, Chen Mo happened to see his daughter Shen Xingluo tapping the keyboard angrily, and kept muttering: "You bad guys, just listen to the story, why are you scolding my dad, dad?" But just like my mother, I love Luoluo the most, so Luoluo will not let you bully him!"
Hearing his daughter's defense, Chen Mo felt moved and funny at the same time.
He stepped forward and gently held his daughter's hand: "Luoluo, daddy only needs you to live your childhood happily. Let dad handle these things!"
"Ah! Dad, you are back!"
The familiar voice made Shen Xingluo jump up immediately and throw herself into Chen Mo's arms: "But Luoluo just doesn't want to see anyone scolding dad. Dad is so good, as good as mom."
"Well, Dad knows, so you watch from the sidelines and let Dad handle it!"
(To be continued!)
