Not caring about anything else, Wang Zhong drove quickly to the outside of Guang Zi Pian's old house, pushed open the courtyard door, and rushed directly into the house, followed closely by Zheng Juan.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
As soon as he entered the door, Wang Zhong asked anxiously. It was not that Wang Zhong was too nervous, but that in the original work, Li Suhua suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and fainted because of knowing about Feng Huacheng, and then lay in bed for several years.
"Bingkun?" Wang Zhong rushed into the east room. Li Suhua was lying on the kang. Zhou Zhigang was sitting beside the kang, holding Li Suhua's hand with a look of worry on his face. When Feng Yue saw Wang Zhong come in, he rushed to Wang Zhong crying: "Little Uncle, you are here, grandma suddenly fainted and couldn't wake up even after pinching her for a long time."
Wang Zhong looked solemn and made a decisive decision: "First carry mom to the car and take her to the hospital."
As he said this, Wang Zhong had already walked to the kang, pushed away Zhou Zhigang's hand, looked at Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong who were standing there blankly, and said, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come here and help me!"
Only then did Feng Huacheng come to his senses. He quickly ran to the kang and carried Li Suhua to Wang Zhong's back with Zhou Zhigang. Zheng Juan just walked in. Seeing this situation, he hurriedly retreated. Hang up the thick cloth door curtain and open all the doors to avoid bumping Li Suhua when carrying her out.
Without Wang Zhong's words, Zheng Juan had already ran out and opened the rear door.
Wang Zhong directly put Li Suhua on the back of the car. Zheng Juan quickly squeezed in. Zhou Zhigang immediately followed him and got into the back seat. Apart from the driver's seat, there were only four seats in the car. Zheng Juan and Zhou Zhigang squeezed into the back seat one after another, pinching Li Suhua. In the middle, Zhou Rong stood by the car. After struggling for a while, she opened the front door and got in.
"You stay with Yueyue at home, and I will follow you to the hospital. If anything happens, call back."
There was no room in the car, so Feng Huacheng and Feng Yue could only wait at home.
"Uncle, be careful on the road!"
"Okay, go back and wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, he started the car, stepped on the clutch, put it in gear, released the handbrake, released the brake, and the car sped out.
Looking at the car disappearing at the end of the street, Feng Huacheng and Feng Yue's father and daughter's hearts were still hanging in the air and they could not let go.
The one closest to the optical film is 131, and Wang Chongqu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang are still inside. 131 is a military hospital, and the medical conditions are currently more advanced than the city hospital.
Although he was anxious, Wang Zhong did not dare to drive too fast. After entering the hospital, he carried the person directly to the emergency room. After the doctor checked, he determined that there was no major problem for the time being. He just fainted due to the rush and arranged for him directly. I went to the ward and was given an intravenous drip. At around nine o'clock in the evening, I finally woke up.
The doctor came over to give Li Suhua a brief examination and called Wang Zhong out.
"You are lucky this time. Your mother is fine. However, she has a long-term history of high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis. Especially at her age, if she is stimulated and emotional, she can easily cause a cerebral hemorrhage. You family members can't Be careful."
The doctor said with extremely serious advice: "Especially for sudden acute cerebral hemorrhage, the mortality rate is as high as 30% to 40%. This is no joke."
Wang Zhong thanked him repeatedly, sent the doctor away, and walked back to the ward. Li Suhua had already sat up, clamoring to go home.
"Mom! What are you doing?" Zhou Rong had nothing to do with Li Suhua.
"I'm in good health. Why should I stay in the hospital if I have nothing to do? It's a waste of hospitalization fees."
The one Wang Zhong arranged was a single room, which was more expensive.
Li Suhua is not like Lao Ma. When she is sick, the state will provide treatment without having to pay for it herself. Although Qu Xiuzhen can help arrange accommodation in such a good ward, Wang Zhong still has to pay for the hospital stay.
"Mom!" Zhou Rong held down Li Suhua with a worried look on her face, preventing her from getting out of bed: "It's already this time, don't worry about it anymore."
"What is this time?"
Zhou Rong: "······"
"Okay, Mom!" Wang Zhong said in a deep voice: "You can live here peacefully. I have already paid the hospitalization fee for three days. I will have a full-body examination tomorrow. I gave Juan the money just now. If you don't want to live here, the money will be wasted."
Li Suhua froze in getting out of bed, looked at Wang Zhong who was looking at him calmly, sighed, and sat back on the bed obediently.
"The doctor said that you were lucky this time, but it may not be the case next time. Don't you know what's going on with your body?"
Li Suhua smiled coquettishly, feeling a little guilty. She wanted to say that she was in better health, but she fainted twice in succession. She really didn't have the confidence to say this, especially in front of Wang Zhong.
She was so tough in front of Zhou Rong because Zhou Rong didn't know her physical condition, but Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan were well-connected.
While talking, Zheng Juan also came in with a thermos bottle and the water cup she just bought. She walked to the bedside and found a jar of water. She said to Li Suhua: "Mom, let it cool down later before drinking."
Wang Zhong asked about Zhou Rong. "What's going on? Why did mom suddenly faint?"
Zhou Rong did not answer directly, but looked at Li Suhua and then at Zhou Zhigang.
Li Suhua also looked at Zhou Zhigang subconsciously.
Zhou Zhigang didn't mean to shirk, and stood up directly, with a look of annoyance and self-blame on his face: "I am to blame for this matter today!"
Wang Zhong looked at him with slightly focused eyes.
Zhou Rong, who was next to her, immediately said: "Dad, how can I blame you for this!"
Wang Zhong frowned and asked again: "What's going on?"
"Let me tell you!" Li Suhua sighed and recounted what happened just now.
After Wang Zhong heard this, he looked at Zhou Zhigang in disbelief. This kind of plot that only appeared in movies could actually...
etc!
This seems to be a film and television world.
Looking at Zhou Zhigang, Wang Zhong asked tentatively: "You really don't recognize me?"
Zhou Zhigang shook his head, looked at Wang Zhong carefully up and down, and asked: "Are you really my son?"
From the moment Wang Zhong arrived at Guangzi Film, Zhou Zhigang had been looking at him, his eyes a little strange.
Wang Zhong was not sure whether Zhou Zhigang had really lost his memory or something else.
"Where's my mother? Where's Zhou Rong? Where's Zhou Bingyi? Do you remember them all?" Wang Zhong asked.
Zhou Zhigang nodded and said, "Remember!"
"Don't you remember me?"
Zhou Zhigang still nodded: "I don't remember."
Wang Zhong pulled Zheng Juan over and asked Zhou Zhigang: "What about her? Do you know who she is?"
Zhou Zhigang still shook his head.
"Where's Congcong? Where's Lingling? Do you remember them?" Wang Zhong asked again.
Zhou Zhigang still shook his head.
"hiss!"
Wang Zhong took a breath: "Zhezhu, you don't even remember that this has anything to do with me!"
"You really have no impression at all?" Li Suhua couldn't believe it and looked at Zhou Zhigang to confirm with him again.
Zhou Zhigang shook his head and said helplessly: "I really don't remember, I don't have any impression at all."
If it is really an acting, then Zhou Zhigang's acting skills will definitely defeat those so-called movie kings.
Wang Zhong stared at Zhou Zhigang for a long time and remembered what Zhou Bingyi told him at the previous meeting that Zhou Zhigang was likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease. After thinking about it, he whispered a few words to Zheng Juan.
Zheng Juan nodded solemnly, her eyes running up and down Zhou Zhigang, and then quickly walked out of the ward.
After a while Zheng Juan came back and nodded towards Wang Dian.
Wang Zhongdao: "131 has several experienced experts with high qualifications and superb medical skills. However, they are off work now and are not in the hospital. I will take you to see them when they get off work tomorrow morning."
Zhou Zhigang wanted to refuse. He didn't think he was sick, but with Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan in front of him, as well as the group photo at home, and the family members' unanimous statements, Zhou Zhigang couldn't believe it, and he also wanted to find out. What happened to him?
Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Rong and said, "Mom, there's nothing going on here for the time being, but someone still needs to be on guard. Zhou Rong, are you okay with school tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Sunday, school is fine." It was rare for Zhou Rong to talk to Wang Zhong so calmly.
"Then you stay here with mom tonight, and I'll send him back first. Juan'er and I will guard him tomorrow night."
"If you think it's not possible, then Juan'er and I will guard mom."
"I have no problem! Let me go first tonight."
This year seems to be a bad year. First, Lao Ma went to the hospital, then something happened, then Zhou Zhigang also went to the hospital, and now it's Li Suhua's turn.
Wang Zhong felt that this year he seemed to be at odds with the hospital.
"I'm not going back, I want to stay here with Su Hua." Zhou Rong was fine, but something was wrong with Zhou Zhigang.
"You're of no use here, why are you staying here?" Wang Zhong persuaded.
"If you want to leave, you can go. I won't leave anyway. I want to stay and stay with Suhua." At this moment, Zhou Zhigang acted like a child, stubborn and childish.
Looking at him like this, Wang Zhong felt more and more like he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.
Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan tried hard to persuade him to no avail, and couldn't do anything to him. Li Suhua reprimanded him with a straight face, and he reluctantly followed Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan away.
After sending Zhou Zhigang back to the optical film, the couple drove home. On the way, Zheng Juan finally couldn't hold back her curiosity and worry: "What's going on, Dad? Why don't you suddenly recognize us?"
Wang Zhong looked at the road, not very fast, and was thinking about this problem in his mind. He said uncertainly: "I seem to have heard of a similar situation, but I'm not sure whether it is true or not."
"What similar situation?"
Wang Zhong thought about it carefully and said, "If I remember correctly, it should be called selective amnesia!"
"Selective amnesia?" This was the first time Zheng Juan heard such words.
Wang Zhongdao: "As the name suggests, selective amnesia, if the cause is to protect oneself, or not to face certain things, after being greatly stimulated, one's own subconscious changes. I can't tell the specific situation. .”
Regarding mental and psychological diseases, let alone today, in the real world, in many cases, they can only be suppressed through drugs, but cannot be cured.
"It's just a guess. It's not necessarily true. It may be an early stage of Alzheimer's disease. Now we just forget about us. As it progresses, more and more memory will be lost. Maybe people around us will no longer recognize each other, and there will be recognition. Cognitive obstacles, etc."
"so serious?"
Zheng Juan was a little frightened and immediately felt anxious.
"Perhaps it will be more serious." Wang Zhong has seen a lot of Alzheimer's disease, the kind with more severe cognitive impairment. They don't even know how to solve normal physiological problems. Incontinence of urine and feces is called difficult to take care of, even if they wash and wipe every day. , but after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a smell on the body.
As the saying goes, there is no filial son in bed for a long time. This is the most common situation.
Parents are very kind, but if you are stuck with a patient for several years, you can't do anything, and you can't make money. Three meals a day is nothing, but you have to pack your pants every day and change three or four pairs a day. Helping with the scrubbing, I was in close contact with feces and urine every day.
Forget it, the key is that many times, it is impossible to communicate with patients at all. Their cognition has been hindered. Although they can hear the words, they turn around and forget them. They are immersed in their own world and give others a It feels like he is always deliberately going against someone and tormenting them.
But in fact, at that time, under the influence of cognitive impairment, their memory also declined sharply. They forgot what they said in front of them, and many times, they did not have the ability to think normally, and they were not Those who deliberately want to oppose anyone and cause trouble for their children.
"If it's true, what will we do then?" If Zhou Zhigang was still living in her home before, Zheng Juan would never have asked such a question.
But she knew Wang Zhong too well. Wang Zhong was willing to let Zhou Zhigang move to his home, which was a concession. But after what happened last time, Wang Zhong finally made the decision to let Zhou Zhigang leave his home. , which shows that he has been completely disappointed with Zhou Zhigang.
"When it's time to give money, when it's time to see a doctor, when it's time to hire a nanny, just hire a nanny!" Wang Chongfeng said calmly.
"Can I hire a nanny?"
"Otherwise, what should I do? Anyway, I can't take care of you personally day after day, and you are not allowed to go either." Wang Zhong said.
One is that she has objections to Zhou Zhigang, and the other is that this job is tiring and dirty, and because Zhou Zhigang is a grown man, it will definitely be inconvenient for Zheng Juan to take care of him.
If it were Li Suhua, Wang Zhong would not have any objection at all.
"Don't he also have an eldest son and a daughter whom he loves the most and has always been the apple of his eye? Let them take care of him." Wang Zhong said angrily.
"Bingkun!" Zheng Juan looked sideways at Wang Zhong, raised her hand and gently pulled the clothes on Wang Zhong's arm.
"You're not happy with me saying something bitter!" After hearing this, Zheng Juan glanced at him angrily.
"Okay! Don't worry too much. These are just our speculations now, and they may not really be like this."
Wang Zhong gave Zheng Juan a reassuring look and said: "There must be a road to the mountain before the car. Besides, he doesn't want to see me so much. I don't want to feel uncomfortable in his presence. I can't hold back when I don't get it. Go against him again and give him..."
"Hey!" Zheng Juan sighed helplessly, "That's your dad after all."
"Let's talk about it then!" Wang Zhong did not continue this topic with Zheng Juan.
In the final analysis, it is still the cause and effect of this body.
Although Wang Zhong has always liked Mr. Lu Xun's words: follow your own path and let others say it, and don't care what others say about him, Zheng Juan and the children cannot do this.
After arriving home, they parked the car in the garage. The couple returned to the living room and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. Zhou Cong was sitting on the sofa alone, holding a book in his hand and reading seriously.
When he heard the sound of parking, Zhou Cong quickly put down his book and rushed out eagerly.
"Dad! Mom!"
"Where are the younger brothers and sisters?" Zheng Juan asked.
"They've all gone back to their rooms to sleep."
"How is grandma?" Zhou Cong asked with concern.
"It's not a big problem, but your dad is worried about it, so he will let your grandma live in 131 first. We have made an appointment to give your grandma a comprehensive checkup tomorrow to make sure there is nothing wrong before taking her out of the hospital. , it just so happens that tomorrow is Sunday, you can go there with your brothers and sisters, and by the way, you can also take a look at your Grandpa Ma."
"Okay mom!"
"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early."
"Yeah!" Zhou Cong was relieved when he heard that Li Suhua was okay, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.
The couple didn't tell Zhou Cong about Zhou Zhigang's matter, mainly because they were afraid that Zhou Cong would be worried and couldn't sleep at night. They discussed it before they got home. They would discuss Zhou Zhigang's matter when it was really decided. Tell the kids.
Don't let them worry now.
The next day, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei also arrived at the hospital early.
Fortunately, Li Suhua really didn't have any major problems. She was just irritated and her blood pressure was a little high.
However, Zhou Zhigang, who looked quite normal, was the one who really had a problem. The old experts Wang Zhong had found had already determined that Zhou Zhigang had a very high probability of suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and his selective amnesia for Wang Zhong's family was extremely problematic. It may be one of the early symptoms.
In the afternoon of the same day, Wang Zhong sent Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua back the optical film.
A few days later, Ma Shouchang was discharged from the hospital. Wang Zhong went to pick up the old couple and sent them back to their residence.
Time passes quietly without realizing it, winter is gradually receding, the spring breeze is blowing across the earth, the snow is melting, and the temperature is rising day by day.
Fortunately, the situation on Zhou Zhigang's side has not worsened yet. He still doesn't know Wang Zhong's family, and has no impression that he has an old man, three eldest grandsons, and an eldest granddaughter.
After sending Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua back to Guangzi Film last time, Wang Zhong never went back again. Only Zheng Juan and Zhou Cong went back a few times.
A few of the younger ones were unwilling to return the calligraphy sheets.
The construction drawings of the new campus of Jichun University have passed the planning stage. A construction company led by Qiao Chunyan has taken over. Excavators, bulldozers and large trucks have already arrived at the site in advance and are ready to start leveling the site and starting construction on the foundation.
The sales of the magazine are becoming increasingly popular. To Wang Zhong's expectation, the popularity of "The Romance of Dragon and Snake" is even more popular than that of "Ancient History". In just a few months, the monthly sales volume of "Ancient History" magazine is only in Jiangsu Province. In Liao Province, it has reached 500,000 volumes.
The magazine is a weekly, updated every Monday, with four issues a month. On average, one issue sells 125,000 copies.
After a few months, total sales have already exceeded one million.
And this number is still growing. Shao Jingwen specially asked people to conduct frequent surveys. The main consumer groups of "Ancient" magazine tend to be younger.
When they first cooperated, Shao Jingwen himself said that Wang Zhong could completely ignore the publishing house's affairs. As long as he was responsible for good manuscripts and delivered them regularly, he could be his hands-off shopkeeper.
But when the sales of the magazine became increasingly popular, how could Shao Jingwen still take care of it at such an age? Wang Zhong had to do many things personally.
On this day, Wang Zhong went to the magazine to find Shao Jingwen, intending to discuss with him about finding a professional manager and a studio.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Feng Huacheng sitting opposite Shao Jingwen's desk.
"Bingkun?" Seeing that it was Wang Zhong, Feng Huacheng's face suddenly showed a smile.
"Why are you here?" Seeing Feng Huacheng in Shao Jingwen's office, Wang Zhong couldn't help but think too much.
"I invited your brother-in-law." Shao Jingwen said directly.
"When did our magazine start serializing modern poetry?" Wang Zhong asked deliberately.
Feng Huacheng is a poet, a modern poet. Even if he has some experience in ancient poetry, even if you want to write poetry, you can't go to him.
"Are you kidding me?" Shao Jingwen said with a smile: "Our main focus is on martial arts and fairy tales. Why do we serialize modern poetry?"
"I came here specifically to thank Editor Shao. Without his introduction, I would not have been able to join the Writers Association so smoothly," Feng Huacheng said.
Shao Jingwen said: "Mr. Feng, why don't we come here today? When we are free another day, I will host a banquet for you." Shao Jingwen smiled and ordered the guests to be kicked out.
"No, no, no, it's me who hosted the banquet to thank you."
The two of them exchanged pleasantries.
"In that case, I'll take my leave first." Feng Huacheng bowed slightly to Shao Jingwen, then turned around and greeted Wang Zhong: "Bingkun, I'll leave first and won't disturb your discussion."
"Go slowly, I won't see you off." Wang Zhong crossed his legs and said with a normal attitude, pointing towards the door.
After Feng Huacheng went out, he didn't forget to close the office door.
"Why are you here so suddenly?" Shao Jingwen took out a tea jar, put in a lot of tea leaves, poured hot water from the thermos bottle, walked to Wang Zhong with the tea jar, placed it in front of him, then walked to the opposite side and sat down. .
"How have you considered what I told you last time?" There is no need for politeness in the relationship between the two of them. It is better to just talk about it.
"Professional managers are indeed good, but finding the right one doesn't happen overnight."
“It’s hard to find people with relevant work experience, and those without experience are too young and not mature enough.”
The key is the publishing industry, most of which are state-owned and well-established. Wang Zhong and Shao Jingwen’s "The Great Wilderness" is considered to be the first group of publishers in this industry to take advantage of it.
"As long as you agree, there's no need to rush this matter. Let's figure it out slowly. You're not at the point where you can't get out of bed or move your legs and feet. You can still handle it."
Shao Jingwen was stunned by these words, and then he pointed at Wang Zhong with a mixture of laughter and tears, and shook his head helplessly.
"You kid..."
Wang Zhong said again: "There is something else I want to discuss with you."
"What's going on?"
"You have worked in magazines for so many years. In our Jiangliao Province, you are considered a well-known figure in this industry. You are popular and have many friends..."
"Stop it, stop it." Shao Jingwen quickly waved his hand to interrupt: "There's no need to flatter me, just talk about it."
"Hey, I want to add an original studio under our magazine. I will come up with ideas and outlines, and you will be responsible for helping find the right person to write for you. What do you think?"
"I'm afraid that's not good!" Shao Jingwen frowned, somewhat disapproving of it.
Shao Jingwen is older and has been retired for many years now. He attended a private school when he was young and received a new education, but he still persists in certain things.
"We are in a new society now, how can we still look at problems through those old eyes." Wang Zhong said confidently.
Shao Jingwen said: "This...can't be generalized?"
Wang Zhong said: "Old Shao, everything has two sides, just say that right now, in our domestic literary world, genres such as rural, realism, and innuendo are very popular and popular.
But things are different now. After so many years of reform and opening up, Xiangjiang and Wanwan martial arts have flowed into our mainland and have already occupied half of the martial arts field.
In the field of martial arts mythology, we are currently the only one in the entire mainland. However, in recent years, the literary world in Xiangjiang and Wanwan has blossomed, and a large number of famous people have emerged in the field of martial arts. Without some unconventional means, let alone catch up. Having surpassed them, even trying to catch up is a problem. "
Shao Jingwen was silent. The truth is never so nice, and reality is always cruel.
For those famous martial arts masters in Xiangjiang and Wanwan, their works can be praised by readers because they have passed the test of the market.
Wang Zhong continued: "And ghostwriting is very common in Xiangjiang and Wanwan. Many people even make a living directly from ghostwriting. Even Senior Xiong has found someone to ghostwrite. Why can't we do the same."
"Besides, in our domestic literary world, there are only a handful of writers with experience in martial arts mythology. If our magazine wants to become bigger and stronger, it won't be enough for me alone. If we open a studio, not only will we be able to It can solve our urgent needs, and it can also promote the development of domestic martial arts myths to a certain extent. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"But I'm afraid this person is not easy to find!" Shao Jingwen was moved, but he was still a little embarrassed. This was not an excuse. Scholars looked down on each other and had their own pride. To put it harshly, he had a high vision.
"I didn't ask you to find those well-known writers. There are tens of millions of people in our country, and tens of millions of college students flood into the society every year. Are there not a few of these people who are good at writing and short of money? of?"
"As long as we are treated well, I don't believe no one will do it."
"I'll try my best."
The magazine was Shao Jingwen's hard work, a huge gamble on which he spent most of his life's savings, and it was also his dream and pursuit.
"Don't be too anxious. I can't prepare the outline that quickly."
The two then chatted about some things about the studio, and Wang Zhong didn't hide anything and told everything about his thoughts.
"By the way, isn't Feng Huacheng your brother-in-law? Why do I care about your relationship..." Before leaving, Shao Jingwen suddenly asked.
Wang Zhongdao: "Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, so don't worry about it. Find someone for me quickly!"
Shao Jingwen did not continue to ask. He knew what it meant to stop when enough was enough, and he also understood Wang Zhong's temperament. He nodded and watched Wang Zhong leave.
