Almost New Year's Eve, Lao Dong's baked cold noodles business is quite cold.
Gui brother and sister-in-law dragged suitcases to catch a plane, the Spring Festival intends to spend in Hainan, a kind of honeymoon that has been hanging around to make up.
The stock king's son moved to a new home, picking up the stock king to live a few days, the stock king is pleased: "I do not like to go, non-called me to go, only two hundred square meters, the room is too small, live in the crowded."
The two men are playing a game of "Dry Eye", and the two men are keeping track of their wins and losses, and they're saying, "Get out of here, you're going to die.
The stock king asked Lao Dong: "What are you doing on New Year's Day, still selling baked cold noodles here?"
Lao Dong shook his cell phone, "to see a friend."
The district moncler outlet store put his head over, "Aigoo, booked a flight, can ah, Lao Dong, willing to give yourself a vacation, this is to go where to play ah?"
"Cambodia." Lao Dong said.
"What friend ah, live so far away?" Master Fire was curious.
"Said you do not know, okay, okay, hurry up to disperse it, I have to close the stall home to pack, and then dawdle to catch the evening flight." Old Dong to the few old things to blow away.
In fact, there is nothing to clean up, from the closet dragged two pieces of clean clothes into the bag, the old Dong to the door of the house locked, a key in the pocket, a key buried into the soil of the flower pots outside the house.
This is the habit of Lao Dong's daughter, she said so that even if Lao Dong forgets to bring the key, will not be able to enter the house.
On the plane, Lao Dong counted with his fingers, his daughter lived until now, 25 years old.
She should have had a boyfriend, maybe already married.
"Maybe" is a nasty word, because when people start to make assumptions like that, it's usually when something happens that they don't want to accept.
The daughter's nickname is Weiwei (未未), which was given to her by Lao Dong (老董), meaning "the future is bright".
When Weiwei was born, she had a serious heart condition, and a heart transplant was the only way for her to survive.
If a suitable heart cannot be found, she may not live past the age of fifteen.
This was Lao Dong's diagnosis of Weiwei's physical condition.
Before he sold grilled cold noodles, Lao Dong was a heart surgeon, the well-known, awesome kind.
Lao Dong's wife was a classmate of Lao Dong's in medical school, and after graduation, she worked as a pharmaceutical agent.
Colleagues at the hospital privately lamented the fact that the couple, one famous and the other rich, were too good to save their daughter's life.
One day when Weiwei was fourteen years old, his wife came home in a flurry of excitement and said she had found a suitable heart.
Lao Dong asked which hospital had provided it, but his wife was silent.
The wife's veiled appearance gave Lao Dong a bad judgment.
"You won't be ......"
"I'm also doing it for Weiwei, I give them enough money, really enough money." The wife confessed that she didn't find the heart through proper channels.
The wife's friends, clients, and coworkers knew she was looking for a heart for her daughter.
One client told the wife that he knew of an underground donor-providing organization that might have a shot.
To save her daughter, the wife took a chance, knowing it was illegal.
"They said there is a girl whose heart is suitable, we immediately take Weiwei to Cambodia, go there to do the operation, Weiwei can be saved, can live." The wife begged Lao Dong.
Lao Dong told his wife to calm down, "Why do you want to go to Cambodia for surgery, what is that girl, and what is that client of yours, and why would they suddenly introduce this organization to you?"
Wife incoherent and stammering, Lao Dong knew that with the growing up of Weiwei day by day, his wife's pressure has become very great, every day in the fear that at any time will lose their daughter.
Lao Dong comforted his wife a few words, want to wait for her mood stabilized, a few days and then slowly talk to her.
One day after work, Lao Dong in the underground parking lot of the hospital was knocked out, and when he woke up, he found himself blindfolded, tied hands and feet, listening to the surrounding movement, he should be in a moving car.
"Help--" Lao Dong struggled.
"Yo, Dr. Dong woke up--" a man pulled off Lao Dong's blindfold, "Sorry, more offense ah, did not hurt you?"
Three men in the car a ****, the man driving the car and sitting on the passenger side of the man wearing a duck-tongue cap, Lao Dong can not see their appearance.
The man chilling beside him was in a suit, rubbing his hands together like a smiley face.
"Who are you guys? Where are you taking me?" Lao Dong looked out the car window in the direction of the airport.
"My name is Luo, you call me Xiao Luo on it, you do not be afraid, we are not bad people, your daughter's matter, your wife has not told you yet, the heart found, especially suitable ......"
"You are the one who introduced my wife to the offshore donor organization - the customer?" Lao Dong straightened up, "Where is she? Where's my daughter? What do you want?"
"You take it easy, take it easy." The man calmed Lao Dong, "It seems that you know about this, then it's a good thing -" the man took out a pile of documents, "Your wife has entrusted this matter to me fully, you can rest assured that we are professionals, your daughter returned from Cambodia , guaranteed to be alive and kicking, and will live to be one hundred and twenty years old."
"You brought Weiwei to Cambodia? She is not well now, can not be shocked, you can not do this--" Lao Dong could not imagine that his wife would do such a confusing thing.
The man took his cell phone and dialed a number, "Hello." It was his wife's voice.
Lao Dong came over to the phone, "Where are you, where is Weiwei?"
The wife's voice sounded calm, "Weiwei is fine, I'm fine, I know you won't agree, that's why I'm doing this, wait until you get to the airport, you'll see Weiwei, I told her that you're taking her on a trip, she's quite happy, you know, since she was a child she hasn't been out of the country, you just have to listen to their arrangements, Weiwei will be fine! --"
"Do you know that you are fooling around!" Lao Dong gritted his back teeth.
"I don't know, I don't know--" his wife screamed, "I just want to save my daughter, I don't care about anything else, I don't care-- If you don't cooperate with them, Weiwei will die, I will die, we will all die."
"What do you want me to do?" Lao Dong knew that hardball was out of the question.
"You'll know when the time comes, look - your daughter is waiting for you." The man rolled down the window and Lao Dong saw Weiwei standing at the entrance to the airport looking from side to side.
It was indeed as his wife had said, Weiwei knew nothing, "Dad, you're so busy, why did you suddenly think of taking me abroad to play?"
"Just - it was planned long ago, just didn't tell you." Lao Dong and Weiwei were flanked by three men, lining up for security, his heart racing as he pinched the ten-dollar bill in his pocket.
When they got off the bus, the men untied Lao Dong, and when they weren't looking, Lao Dong bit his finger and drew "SOS" on the change in his pocket, waiting for an opportunity to call for help.
"I know, you and mom want me to see more of the world before I die."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Dad, I know I won't live long, but I'm not sad at all because you and mom love me so much, even if I leave you, you will still love me." Weiwei's words were solidly heard by Old Dong.
The man interjected, "Little girl, you're so understanding, your father can't leave you, he'll definitely find a way to save you, won't he?"
Welcoming the man's gaze, Lao Dong has been tense back, a little bit of slack, he pulled his daughter's hand, through the security check, on the plane.
The plane rushed up into the clouds, and Lao Dong looked at his daughter, who was asleep on his shoulder, and wondered if he had made the right or wrong choice.
"I don't do murder and fire." Lao Dong and the man said.
The man patted his chest and assured him, "We won't do this kind of thing either, don't worry, we are looking for you so that you can come and save people, a good deed for a good cause."
After arriving in Cambodia, Lao Dong and his daughter were taken to two separate cars.
Lao Dong was blindfolded the whole way and felt the car drive into the mountains, bumping around for about two bells before the car stopped.
Taking off the blindfold, Lao Dong saw that he was in front of a village house and the men had left at some point.
A silent woman took Lao Dong inside, and in a small, dimly lit room, Lao Dong saw the most horrifying scene of his life.
A tall, thin man was half-kneeling in front of a bamboo chair, holding a plate of fruit in his hand and feeding it to the man in the chair.
Hearing the movement, the man on the bamboo chair turned around and grinned at Lao Dong.
Lao Dong took a few steps back because he couldn't tell for a moment if it was a person or a ghost.
The lower half of his body was almost non-existent, pierced like a stump on the bamboo chair, starting from his back like a forked branch, with four hands and two heads.
"The road is hard, the meal will be ready soon, rough tea, Dr. Dong don't mind." The tall thin man spoke very civilized.
On the dinner table, there are meat and vegetables and good wine and tea, but Lao Dong can not swallow a bite.
The tall, thin man introduced himself, his name is Men Lisheng, is a businessman, the bamboo chair is his two sons, he hopes that Lao Dong for his two sons to do the operation.
Despite the fact that Lao Dong repeatedly said his ability is limited, but the door Lisheng insisted that Lao Dong do this surgery.
"The conditions here are so poor, the medical equipment is not complete, all kinds of tests can not be done, hasty surgery, they are likely to die on the operating table." Lao Dong emphasized.
"You can rest assured in terms of medical conditions, as long as you need, this side of the hospital will be ready, Dr. Dong, I have read your article on the split operation for a pair of Siamese twins a few years ago, I have confidence in you."
"This is a completely different matter, not all conjoined patients can be successfully separated, it's not as simple as cutting fruit or vegetables." Lao Dong felt he was talking to a bull.
"Anyway, if you operate as soon as possible, I will arrange for your daughter's surgery as soon as possible, both are fathers, I believe my heart you can sympathize."
"I'm going to see the person who gave my daughter her heart." Lao Dong can only take one step at a time.
"No problem, Xiao Luo--" Menlisheng called out.
Siao Luo appeared as if from the ground, "Doctor Dong, you come with me."
In another house, Lao Dong met a girl about the same age as Weiwei, wearing a very short skirt and stomping on ants in her bare feet.
"What's wrong with her?" Lao Dong asked.
"Look, healthy, don't worry." Xiao Luo smiled sarcastically.
Seeing Lao Dong's look, Xiao Luo understood what Lao Dong was thinking, "Hey, it's her life, who let her match your daughter's heart, it's her blessing."
"You guys are killing people." Old Dong hadn't thought about taking the heart that was meant to be hers from a perfectly healthy, living little girl to use for his own daughter.
Lao Dong was overly excited, and the little girl looked up at him with a cold, icy look in her eyes, like she was looking at an executioner.
Small Luo "tsk" a sound, "This is a good thing to do good, how can you call murder, life is in the dedication, this is to live a worthy life."
Lao Dong said he would have to think about it for a night, and Menlisheng quickly agreed.
Lying in the stuffy house, Lao Dong tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, he had to find a way to escape, he couldn't do this kind of straw man.
But his daughter was hidden by them, if he left rashly, he was afraid that his daughter would be in danger.
Lao Dong hated himself for having a momentary lapse of imagination at the domestic airport and failing to ask the airport staff for help in time, which had landed him in a dilemma.
A voice sounded at the door.
"Who?" Lao Dong sat up.
"It's me." A small figure flashed in, the little girl from the day.
The little girl walked over to Lao Dong's bedside and looked closely at Lao Dong's face.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Lao Dong asked.
"My father said you're the one who's coming to open me up?" The little girl bent her knees and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Your father?"
"That's the man who looks like a pug, everyone calls him Lo."
"He's your dad?" Lao Dong was surprised, how could any father rush up to send his daughter to the operating table to die.
The little girl nodded and rubbed her nose, "It's quite embarrassing, but he's my dad, by the way, my name is Luo Youyou, what's your name?"
"My last name is Dong, don't worry, I won't take your heart, I will find a way to save you." Lao Dong felt a heavy burden on his body.
"With you? Don't bother. Do whatever they tell you to do, and maybe you can even die a better looking death." Luo Youyou laughed.
"Aren't you afraid to die?"
"Afraid, of course I am, but - compared to death, there are some things that are more frightening." Luo Youyou's tone, listening to the old Dong heart cold.
After a few days, Lao Dong, after observation, realized that he wanted to escape this idea, really can not be realized.
Everywhere is carrying a gun on guard, even if they are lucky to escape from the village, no cell phone, no money, not to mention do not know the way, it is easy to get lost in the mountains.
"I can operate on your son, but I need to see my daughter. I need to personally examine her and the donor to make sure that the donor information you didn't show me before is true." Lao Dong made the request.
"Reasonable, Xiao Luo, you go and arrange it." Men Lixing reasoned.
"Do it right away." Xiao Luo bowed and exited the door.
"I also need some medical equipment and medicines, I made a list, nothing less."
"Of course, medicine requires excellence." Menlisheng also agreed.
Lao Dong's heart is relieved, prepare these things need time, can buy him more opportunities, wait until the hospital, crowded, he can take his daughter to find a chance to escape.
Wei-Wei was sent over, looks very healthy, she jumped into the old Dong's arms, "Dad, Uncle Luo said you help this side of the hospital to save people, to be good for a few days of surgery, are you tired?"
"Not tired, daddy will be done soon and can take you home."
It seemed that as long as he agreed to do the surgery, they wouldn't hurt Weiwei for a while.
Lao Dong spent the next few days carefully writing a plan for the surgery.
Men Lisheng read it and became more polite to Lao Dong.
About a month later, Lao Dong was blindfolded and sent to the hospital.
Once in the hospital, Lao Dong's heart completely cold, a large hospital, only a few doctors and nurses, empty corridors, everywhere standing sentry.
"Please, Dr. Dong." Luo pointed to the operating room.
"I want to see my daughter again." Lao Dong pleaded.
"Hurry." Luo agreed.
In the other operating room, Weiwei was sedated and sleeping quietly on the operating table, and Luo Youyou, in his wide surgical gown, was playing spinning circles on the floor.
As long as Lao Dong's surgery is successful, Weiwei's heart replacement surgery will begin, which is the agreement between Men Lisheng and Lao Dong.
Looking at the doctors and nurses standing outside the operating room, Lao Dong knew that he was firmly pinched in the palm of his hand by Men Lisheng, and could not run out.
"Why are you still dawdling here, quickly go to surgery ah." Luo Youyou urged.
Lao Dong somewhat unable to understand this little girl, "You're going to have your heart removed later, aren't you afraid?"
Luo Youyou reached out and touched her heart, "What's there to be afraid of, anyway, with anesthesia, it won't hurt."
Lao Dong was about to walk out of the door of the operating room, Luo Youyou suddenly shouted to him, "Hey, see you later."
Lao Dong thought really is a child, heartless, later anesthetic injection, you will never be able to come down from the operating table.
Men Lisheng's son was already lying in position on the operating table.
Lao Dong pinched the scalpel, Xiao Luo stood next to him with a camera, and Lao Dong knew that he was filming it for Men Lisheng to see.
Men Lisheng did not come to the hospital, and before Lao Dong got into the car today, he said only gently to Lao Dong: "Good luck to both of us."
Arrow on the string, Lao Dong just had to go under the knife, he knew that Men Lisheng son's condition can not be parted successfully, so he just do a superficial work, opened a not too big incision, hoping to both save the life of Men Lisheng son, but also enough time for him to think of a way to take his daughter to escape.
About twenty minutes into the operation, gunshots rang out of the door. (Novel name: "Floating Life", author: Nie Xiao Yang. From: read some stories every day, see more exciting content)