Electronic Nezha

Chapter 33 Turn on the radio and release Xiao Wu
Just as I was wondering if it was really such a coincidence, a reporter asked, "Director Chen Dongliang, I heard that the patient in this surgery is your daughter. Is there anything you would like to say to Professor Huang? What were the difficulties in this surgery?"

Chen Zihan's father cleared his throat and said, "As a neurosurgeon, I have witnessed Professor Huang's superb skills. As a father, words are superfluous; I can only express my gratitude. As for the details of the surgery, let's hand the microphone over to my teacher and let Professor Huang answer everyone's questions."

The applause and exclamations that erupted were all for Professor Huang.

Seeing this, I was about to leave when I heard from Chen Zihan's father—Chen Dongliang—that Huang Jiaoming performed the surgery strictly according to the diagram drawn by Liu Zhenhua. Now that Chen Zihan has recovered, all the credit should be attributed to Huang Jiaoming's excellent medical skills. We should just pretend that diagram never existed, and this matter has basically nothing to do with us anymore.

However, the next second, Huang Jiaoming suddenly pulled out a piece of paper the size of a cigarette box and showed it to the camera. He solemnly said, "This surgery is all thanks to this piece of paper. It contains detailed surgical steps, and most importantly, it boldly predicted the patient's bleeding site. It can be said that success or failure depended on this one move, and subsequent facts proved that it was a success!"

I suddenly felt anxious: Why did you bring it up?

Just then, a group of reporters carrying cameras and microphones walked into the lobby of the inpatient building. A doctor in a white coat led the way, loudly announcing as he walked, "Professor Huang happens to be visiting our hospital again today to provide guidance. He will also be personally performing a surgery this afternoon. You can interview him if you have any questions later, but the wards are not like other places, so please keep order—"

The reporters, all accustomed to big scenes, paid him no heed and walked forward in a large group, then waited for the elevator together.

On the electronic screen, a reporter immediately asked, "So who drew this blueprint?"

Just when I thought Professor Huang was about to throw out the mystery and call on everyone to help find the person, he announced loudly, "It's me, of course it's me."

I was stunned, and subconsciously looked towards Liu Zhenhua near the exit of the hall. Liu Zhenhua and I made eye contact in mid-air.

The close-up shot focused on the piece of paper, and the reporter immediately asked, "How did you draw this drawing, or rather, what did you rely on?"

"Experience!" Professor Huang said with absolute certainty, "It's my experience from over thirty years of medical practice."

The elevator doors opened, and a group of reporters swarmed in, passing by me.

Filled with righteous indignation, I couldn't help but exclaim, "That old man is shameless!"

"Why?" a very pleasant female voice suddenly asked in the group of reporters.

I immediately snapped to attention and blurted out, "I have a sharp tongue, I just can't stand seeing others do well!"

The other person asked quickly, and I answered quickly. We brushed past each other, and the question and answer were completed inexplicably in just two sentences. We only heard each other's voices but did not see each other's faces, not even a fleeting glance.

"Hehehe." The other person was amused by my "straightforwardness" and left a string of infectious laughter. The elevator doors closed, and I headed straight for the neurosurgery department.

I was a little angry just now, but this burst of laughter made me want to laugh too, and my mood wasn't affected at all.

At the entrance to the lobby, I exchanged another glance with Liu Zhenhua and whispered, "What do you think?"

Liu Zhenhua shrugged: "Whatever."

I nodded. Now was not the time to talk. I looked around and only found my mother. I quickly asked her where the old man was. My mother pointed to the door with a gloomy face.

Outside the glass doors of the lobby, an old man in a wrinkled cotton-padded coat was smoking. My dad made a gesture of holding a cigarette with two fingers and approached him with a fawning expression to strike up a conversation.

He went to mooch a cigarette from someone.

I dashed out in two strides, and just as the old man with the cigarette was about to take out a cigarette to offer, I shouted, "Dad!"

The shout startled both old men. The old man who was smoking trembled and handed his cigarette directly to me, then said something that almost made me furious:

"It's just a cigarette, just call me Uncle."

I really wanted to drive Xiao Wu over and have him curse for me! I threw my cigarette into the trash can and yelled at my dad, "You just crawled out of the gates of hell and you've already forgotten, haven't you?"

The old man who was smoking finally realized the situation and said to my dad with a grin, "You're a strict son, aren't you?" He didn't seem to apologize to me at all, and kept blowing smoke out of his nostrils as he spoke.

My dad got hooked and begged the old man, "Never mind him, just give me one."

"No way!" The old man put away his cigarette and said firmly, "If you smoke the cigarette I gave you and die in front of me, I won't be able to explain myself!" After saying that, he threw the cigarette he was holding on the ground, stepped on it, and twisted it a couple of times, as if afraid that my dad would pick up his cigarette butt after he left.

"You—" My dad has smoked his whole life, he's smoked from other people and given away countless cigarettes, but he's never encountered anything like this before.

The old man wrapped his cotton-padded coat tighter around himself and said leisurely as he walked, "Whoever wants to give it can give it to me. If anything happens, it has nothing to do with me. Those who are rich and want to claim their fathers, come and join us."

The people smoking in front of the building scattered in an instant.

……

My dad was still indignant in the car.

"I've never seen anything like this. Everyone says that smokers are all one family. If you don't want to give it to me, fine, but you're still bullying me."

My mom said, "They were afraid to give it to you because they heard you have a heart condition."

My dad got angry and embarrassed, and his stubbornness kicked in. He directly ordered Liu Zhenhua, "Zhenhua, find Grandpa a cigarette!" Ever since Liu Zhenhua grew to 1.7 meters tall, he has always liked to sit in the front of the car. His grandfather spoils him and always sits in the back whenever he is there. So he wanted Liu Zhenhua to find a cigarette from his hand.

"No." Liu Zhenhua moved his hand to pick at it, without even looking inside...

My dad had finished charging up, his whole body was flushed, and he started shoving me on the shoulder: "Hey! Get me a cigarette."

While pretending to drive, I quietly turned my pockets inside out, revealing nothing but white leather. I didn't have any cigarettes in me—I was keeping an eye out for the old man.

"Stop the car in a bit, I'm going to get out and buy it!" The old man was even angrier. The reason we didn't act immediately was because we were currently driving on a road without any convenience stores.

I tried my best to wink at Liu Zhenhua.

Liu Zhenhua said, "Grandpa, why don't you just quit?" The old man was taking advantage of his age, while he was taking advantage of his youth. He knew that his grandfather would never speak harshly to him.

Sure enough, the old man's voice immediately softened, and he said in a coaxing tone, "What's wrong with quitting?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "With your constitution, you could live to 100 if you quit."

The old man laughed heartily and said with great pride, "If I don't smoke or drink, why should I live to be 100?"

Oh no, the old man has learned this famous slang from the martial arts world. The worst part is that it's clearly fallacious and heretical, yet it sounds so seductive and irrefutable.

I gritted my teeth and said to Liu Zhenhua in a very low voice, "Use your super brain to think of a solution—" Everything is fine along the way, but what about when we get home? My mom can't control my dad at all, and it's possible that the old man will develop a retaliatory smoking and drinking mentality.

Liu Zhenhua thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned back in his seat and said to me in a very low voice, "Turn on the radio and play Xiao Wu!"

　Hey.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)