Chapter 38: This year's deceased come (4)

Fu Tongwen unfolds the stationery:
"Third brother, see the words like a meeting. If you see this letter, it is me and you that have missed it again..."
This was left by Shen Xibei, and it finally came into his hands after many years. At that time, her mood, her plan and her anxiety, what was clearly written, and what was not understood, could be understood by Fu Tongwen.
Yang Yang...
When Shen Xi returned home, the landlord’s wife followed her upstairs.
From the rant outside the hospital to the landlord’s nephew who works in the bank, he persuaded Shen Xi to meet with him on the weekend. She can still deal with a few words, but she is really not in the mood today, and she hastily sent people out. Because of Fu Dongwen's "lack of appetite", she didn't eat much, so she sent away the landlady's wife and searched for the butter biscuits sent by the patient during the New Year.
On the biscuit box is a western painting, a garden house.
She ate for a while, thinking of him saying that he had bought a bungalow in Shandong in the past, and eating for a while, and thinking that when she first arrived in New York, she was so hungry, she looked for chocolate to fill her stomach, and after telling him in the letter, she closed it. In those days, it was still a rare stuffed chocolate.
She picked up the glass and sipped the cold tea.
Putting down the cup, slammed off the desk lamp, and lay down on the desk for a while, fell asleep until his arms were numb, and then it was one o'clock in the morning when he woke up. this late? She looked for slippers with her feet under the desk. She didn't know where she was kicked after she fell asleep. The place she stepped on was the floor... The phone rang suddenly and exploded in her ears.
She was completely awake by the shock. She was too late to find slippers and lifted the earpiece: "Hello, this is Doctor Shen, what kind of patient is this? What bed is it? Or is it in the emergency department?"
Complete conditioned reflex. Late-night calls are all from the hospital. In the nurse's duty room, the phone numbers of doctors large and small in the hospital are posted on the wall in case of emergency.
There was the wind blowing the microphone in the receiver, like it was by the window.
"Did you wake you up?" It was Fu Dongwen.
She stopped, her feet still stepping on the cold floor, keeping the posture that she had just left the seat, because she heard that it was him, but did not take the next step. After a while, she said, "No, I just happened to... wake."
It's just right, not sooner or later.
"I haven't been to the south for too long, and I am not used to the weather here," he complained suddenly and relaxedly, "I can't sleep, but I came to disturb you."
She couldn't help feeling nervous: "Is it uncomfortable? Mr. Tan is not nearby?"
"No," he laughed, "I mean I am not uncomfortable."
That's good.
"I went back to the apartment today and saw what you left." He said.
Is it a letter? At that time, my heart was in a state of confusion, and I went northward. Now when I think about the content, my astringent and perturbed thoughts are all confessed in that letter. She still remembered that she said to him in the letter: "I was afraid that the war will be together, and you and I will be separated from the north and south, which is unthinkable..."
It seemed to be a prophecy, but in the end, it was separated from the north and the south. No one could escape what should come or face.
"It's a row of empty ink bottles on the bookshelf," he unexpectedly did not mention the letter. "I was thinking, your internship in Renji must be very hard."
Yes, there are ink bottles on the bookshelf, and she didn't throw them away.
At that time, I was thinking that there would be a chance in the future, and I wanted to boast about him, so I put them in a neat row.
She vaguely said: "It's not very hard. So many medical records are very valuable. Duan Meng and Ken let me take it home to copy. It is already a help. I have to work hard to return it to him."
In the receiver, he was quiet.
Shen Xi recalled the apartment, and remembered the cabinet on the first floor: "I have turned over the cabinet on the first floor. I'm sorry, I took your belongings without authorization. I still have to apologize solemnly."
He laughed: "It's not important, it's not worth your apology for this."
Shen Xi listened to the wind and wanted to remind him not to blow the wind at the window late at night. After hesitating for a while, he still said nothing.
Listening to him again: "This apartment was originally intended to be given to you, and you have the right to dispose of the items here."
The nostalgic atmosphere that I worked hard to maintain was easily broken by a "beginning".
Those who are still in love are most afraid of mentioning the past and the past. Outside the window was swarthy, there was no light, and everyone went to sleep with the lights off. She sat down on the chair and continued to look for the missing slippers under the table. It was also a coincidence that she found it all at once. It seemed that he had just hit the evil, and he was clearly on the spot.
There is a dim sound of insect chirping in the earpiece. Yes, there is a lawn under that apartment. It's only in the early spring. Why is there a bug? Also really rare. Shen Xi stared blankly, diluting and dispelling the lingering power of his words.
"I still have an outpatient clinic in the morning, if there is nothing very important..." She was trying to make excuses.
As smart as him, she naturally understands her thoughts: "I am also hungry, and I want to ask what I can eat downstairs."
"That's right," she said immediately, "see you tomorrow."
"see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xi thought afterwards, how did he get his phone number? Maybe it's Duan Menghe, or the hospital, or the telephone exchange.
When having breakfast in the hospital cafeteria the next day, all colleagues who saw her face believed that she was overworked and complained that Vice President Duan was not sympathetic to her body and made the most powerful surgeon work so hard.
Shen Xi smiled vaguely, took breakfast, sat by the window, and ate alone.
The two resident doctors behind him happened to be talking about the details of yesterday's disturbance, because they were on the street near the hospital and they also watched the scene of the smashed car from a distance. Listening to their description, Shen Xi was frightened.
Duan Menghe took a seat opposite her and asked straightforwardly: "Did you see the patient's family yesterday?"
"Yes," she said in business, "but the family refused to talk outside the hospital. I am going to persuade him with you today."
Duan Menghe was not surprised: "He was smashed into a car yesterday. I guess he was really not in the mood to talk."
"You mean outside the hospital yesterday... was it him?"
Duan Menghe was very strange: "Didn't you go looking for him? I heard that he was also injured. Didn't you tell?"
Shen Xi was asked.
I am also stupid, unable to see many doubts.
All of his suits are tailor-made, and if they don't fit the body shape, the tailor will come to tailor them. After knowing it for so long, only yesterday was wearing an unfit coat. There are reasonable explanations for his act of holding the door when getting out of the car, the gesture of closing the door, and even his poor appetite.
"How far is he hurt?" Shen Xi blurted out.
Duan Menghe smiled: "You saw him yesterday, not me, Doctor Shen."
She already regretted her negligence, and was even more sad when Duan Menghe said, "When did he make an appointment with you?"
"It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, but at one point, he would take the lawyer to the hospital first to deal with family affairs." Duan Menghe said.
"Remember to call me."
"it is good."
"Don't forget it," she said again.
Duan Menghe smiled, nodded and agreed.
Shen Xi morning is an outpatient day.
She has only two outpatient days a week, and patients have many signatures, and each time they are delayed until late. There are even more people today, and it's half past one when the last patient leaves. She watched the time, asked for bread with her colleagues, and served lunch with hot water. After the two or two settled, she looked at the clock: 1:40 in the afternoon.
Because I was worried about Fu Dongwen being smashed into a car, I couldn't wait any longer. She took the initiative to dial the number of the dean's office, and was told by the secretary that the deputy dean Duan was in the patient ward surnamed Fu on the fourth floor.
Didn’t you say you want to call yourself? Why did he go alone?
Shen Xi put aside the telephone receiver, and Duan Menghe's phone number has been dialed back from the wandering stall: "Are you busy?"
"Well, how is your place?"
"I'm in my office, you better come over."
Shen Xi responded, hung up the receiver, and hurried upstairs.
She thought that Duan Menghe was alone in the office, so she pushed the door directly after knocking on the door: "Did you see Fu Dongwen" Before the words fell, she had already seen that the person was here. There was also a gentleman by his side.
She awkwardly nodded to Fu Tongwen: "You are here."
Before Fu Tongwen could speak, the gentleman had recognized Shen Xi: "Are you... the female doctor on the dock?" Zhou Lixun gestured with a hat on his head in surprise, "I'm picking it up for you." The man in the hat."
Shen Xi remembered this face: "Hello."
Zhou Lixun took a look at Fu Dongwen before introducing himself: "Hello, my surname Zhou, Zhou Lixun."
"Shen Xi." She nodded.
Zhou Lixun explained to the remaining two men: "I met Dr. Shen at the Bund Pier, and she took several doctors and nurses to call the passengers to disembark for examination."
"I know about this," Duan Menghe laughed. "Shen Xi went to the city government several times and wanted to make the news of the epidemic public. People ignored her and she came to threaten and lure me again."
"No, Deputy Dean Duan," Shen Xi had to defend himself, "I'm just reasoning with you. And you also said that this is not your and my private business, it's a business matter."
"Okay, okay, I admit it," Duan Menghe asked suddenly, "Would you like some tea? I'll make some for you."
Shen Xi shook his head: "Talk to business."
From beginning to end, Fu Dongwen sat on the left side of the sofa, near the window and the bookshelf, watching the three of them talk. When this unexpected "recognition" came to an end, Duan Menghe personally moved his seat to the coffee table, pressed Shen Xi's shoulder, and told her to sit down: "Shen Xi has a patient who has a lot of work with the Qing Gang. A deep relationship." He said to Fu Dongwen.
Why did you mention the Green Gang suddenly? Shen Xi was puzzled to see Fu Dongwen and Duan Menghe.
Nowadays in Shanghai, business people are afraid of being kidnapped, and officials are afraid of being assassinated. Everyone must have a good relationship with the youth. But after all, they are all factions on the rivers and lakes, and she doesn't think the people in the hospital need these relationships.
Duan Menghe sang and made peace with Zhou Lixun and gave her a general idea of ​​the matter:
Fu Jiashu collapsed and scattered. The Fu family relied on the Yuan family as a backer in his early years and offended many people in Beijing. Last year, he had no choice but to settle in Shanghai and he also asked someone to befriend a boss in the Qinggang. This time, Fu Tongwen sent his father south to see a doctor, and it was conditional, that is, the agreement on the division of the family property should follow his request.
Before Fu Dongwen came, he guessed that his eldest brother would tear his face and fight himself. He also made preparations in advance. He found a boss who was most loyal to the world and got into personal relationships and made preparations to deal with Uncle Fu.
But helplessly, there are many factions in the green gang, and now there are three bosses, Zhang, Huang, and Du in the limelight. Fu Dongwen befriended Boss Du, and Uncle Fu trusted Boss Huang. And the French Concession—the hospital here, happens to be boss Huang’s world.
"So... you are trapped here, can't you leave?" Shen Xi asked Fu Dongwen.
"No," Zhou Lixun replied for him, "It's just that we don't want to cause too much trouble for Mr. Duan, so we are discussing with Mr. Duan how to solve this matter."
"But the French Concession has always been Boss Huang's place, how do you solve it?" Shen Xi also began to worry, "Boss Huang is in charge of the Qing Gang, and Boss Huang is also in charge of the patrol house. It is clearly his own."
After she finished speaking, she became even more anxious: "If our hospital weren't in the French Concession, it would be easier to manage..."
Shen Xi glanced at Duan Menghe.
She probably understood what Duan Menghe meant to help herself. The Duan family was the most disgusted with these affairs, and Duan Menghe was now in a dilemma. Looking at what Fu Dongwen meant, he was also concerned about the special status of Duan Menghe, and didn't want to actually do it.
"We want to resolve this matter peacefully as much as possible." Zhou Lixun concluded.
Shen Xi hesitated: "But I don't think that I can settle downstairs with a little face of treating people. If it's an ordinary trivial matter, it's okay to get two theater tickets. But it's about the face of the two bosses..."
Fu Dongwen, who was silent to this point, finally asked her: "What is the identity of your patient? Tell me about it."
"It's Boss Zhang's second wife," she said, "and she doesn't seem to be very popular, she is already old. Will it be useful?"
Among the three bosses, only this one had never dealt with the two brothers of the Fu family.
Fu Dongwen pondered for a moment, then stood up: "Let's call the Mansion Zhang."
"You go to the office with me," Shen Xi said. "The number is copied in the drawer of my office."
He had no objection and left with her.
Shen Xi returned to the office, searched for his business card, and dialed the number of Zhang's mansion: "Please listen to the phone."
Soon, the second wife came to answer the phone. At first, the other party thought it was a trivial matter and said that she would be able to save face by letting her hold her business card, but she was not sure about the battle at the entrance of the hospital and persuaded Shen Xi not to do it for one. The hospital is in vain for his family and life. After all, men's affairs are a matter of turmoil, and her concubine's room is also not the master.
The other party spoke very heartily and rationally. Shen Xi didn't know what to say for a while.
Fu Tongwen stood behind her and listened. When she had nothing to say, he took the receiver from her hand, and politely stated his name, and offered to visit him. The other party was surprised when he heard Fu Dongwen's name, and agreed to ask his master.
The phone was temporarily put on the other end.
Fu Tongwen was waiting patiently, and Shen Xi also leaned on his desk, listening intently.
"Fu Sanye, I have been looking up for a long time." The vicissitudes of man's voice came from the receiver.
Shen Xi looked away, took the pen from the table, twiddled it in his hand, and never listened to the content on the other side of the phone.
But from Fu Dongwen's unilateral words, the other party had made friends with him deliberately, but he had no chance and no one introduced him. Fu Tongwen and the other party had a very happy conversation. From the things outside the hospital, he talked about the factories and enterprises that Fu Dongwen invested in Shanghai, and finally talked about the Guanghe Building in Beijing and Xuyuan in Shanghai
"There is such a park in ten miles of foreign markets. I am a person who likes to listen to operas. How can I not know it?" Fu Tongwen said with a smile, "After today's incident, I have to come to thank you personally. Why not go to Xu Yuan?"
So it was settled and the good news of mediation awaited.
He put the telephone receiver back.
"Okay?" She could guess from his expression without asking.
Uncle Fu now has no money or power, and belongs to "attachment", while Fu Dongwen happens to be two different things in hand, and belongs to "friendship." Not to mention those people who are in trouble, even if Shen Xi chooses, he will choose the latter between Uncle Fu and him.
She still knows how human beings are so sophisticated.
Fu Dongwen moved the phone back to his original position: "Today, it is up to you."
"I'm just threading a needle." She shook her head.
Fu Tongwen looked around her office and said: "There are few people in Shanghai who can thread needles to Boss Zhang."
He also stood by the window, in front of her, over her head to look at the rickshaws and people blocked outside the hospital gate. If nothing else, everyone would soon be gone. The literati Fu Tong is in front of him. Since I saw him today, there have been few words about such a big thing. It was his friends Zhou Lixun and Duan Menghe to explain...
Shen Xi saw that he was wearing a tailored suit today, wondering if his injury was not as serious as he thought, so he was not afraid of being wrapped in cloth? Shen Xi hesitated: "Where did you hurt yesterday? Would you like me to take you to check it."
"It doesn't matter," he said, "It just hit the car and didn't hurt anyone."
"Look at your loose clothes yesterday..."
"My clothes are dirty. I always look like you when I come out to eat with you," he said. "I wear a Qingxiang coat."
Shen Xi's hanging heart fell back to his chest, as long as it didn't hurt anyone.
Someone in the office next door turned on the radio, and the distance from a wall has blurred the sound, and it can only be heard as a play. The singing, opera words are not clear. The two thought of the past, the music on the vinyl record player in the Guangzhou apartment.
Fu Dongwen found that the pen she was holding in her hand was the one he had given him, and was silent, taking it away from her.
"This is very useful, it's not bad, I have been using it." She explained with a guilty conscience.
In fact, it was broken. There are almost no people who can repair pens in China. She took a lot of effort to ask a patient to help herself find someone in the factory. In the end, I was told to change the contents and the pen tip, and at most keep a shell.
The outer shell is better than throwing it all away.
Fu Dongwen took off her pen cap and watched the mismatched new nib, exposing her lies in disguise.
Shen Xi simply pretended to be stupid, no longer said, he returned the pen to her. The moment the pen fell on her palm, her hand was held simultaneously. He bowed his head and leaned over, in a gesture of kissing her.
Four eyes face each other.
She palpitated, holding her breath, and shook her head slightly.
Hiding back again, there was nowhere to go, early to the edge of the desk.
He looked into her eyes quietly, and finally chose to give up. He lifted his head and kept the pen in her palm: "I know someone who can repair MontBlanc, and someone will send me a business card someday."
Everything seemed to have never happened, and the topic ended with this pen.
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