"When Fireworks Encircle the City" - Chapter 128: Behind Mom's back, she touched Dad's "tent".

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"At some point, I began to count my birth dates."
How could a vow, if kept hidden for so long, breed cruelty?
"Immaturity is inevitable, and regrets will inevitably follow..."
The singing echoed in the carriage, but the three of them were all distracted.
Lin Shiheng hadn't drunk much, but it was still uncomfortable to be cooped up in the car. He rubbed his forehead and asked about Wei Jingshang's acquaintance with Qian Sheng.
The driver seemed to pause for a moment before saying, "He was my father's student. I met him a few times when he came to our house for tutoring."
“That’s quite a coincidence…” Lin Shiheng thought about the junior high school his father-in-law taught and asked, “Middle school? I thought he was the one tutoring others back then.”
Finding a tutor is not like Qian Sheng's style.
Indeed, that person is arrogant and thinks he's the most important person in the world. He wouldn't be willing to sit for half a day listening to what he considers to be "extremely simple" knowledge points. Moreover, given his temper, if he were to receive tutoring, it would probably make his father sick.
However, it wasn't just simple tutoring. Wei Juan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she recalled the shameless way that person pestered her to "study."
"...People probably do change."
"Really?" Lin Shiheng chuckled. "My second brother has changed quite a bit. Our teacher used to say he was highly talented, meticulous, and born for this. It's just... he's too arrogant—"
I still remember the scene when we first met.
He enrolled late, and there weren't enough dorm rooms available that year, so undergraduates had to share rooms with graduate students. When it was his turn, he was assigned to a dorm that was supposedly inhabited by a group of lab fanatics. His classmates expressed their sympathy, saying that the hearts of the graduate students in their department had long been hardened to the point of being cold as iron through repeated "knife-wielding" experiences, and that undergraduates who came to their dorms were basically just delivering food to the door.
That's not wrong. On his very first day there, one of his roommates, a senior, taught him how to "survive" in the dorm.
Coincidentally, before the senior could finish speaking, Qian Sheng entered the room. Seeing that Lin Shiheng was a new face, he knew that Lin Shiheng was a freshman in this year's undergraduate class. So, regardless of whether Lin Shiheng wanted to or not, he unceremoniously called him into the laboratory to do odd jobs.
Come with me.
Lin Shiheng still vividly remembers that arrogant look.
"He was doing an experiment, and he had me sew up the severed tail next to him. I even cut off the tail myself."
The blades are not even
He had just entered the school and had never seen anything like this before. He didn't even recognize all the medical equipment! He had no idea what Qian Sheng meant by "just cutting the tail into dozens of pieces".
But Qian Sheng was busy, so he didn't want to bother him. He simply familiarized himself with the equipment at hand based on the knowledge he had learned in the textbook.
After Qian Sheng finished his experiment, he noticed Lin Shiheng quietly comparing the equipment to the side. He raised an eyebrow, realizing that this was Lin Shiheng's first time in the lab and he knew absolutely nothing. But this also showed that Lin Shiheng had a good temperament, was calm and composed, and was a promising talent.
So, he patiently started explaining from the most basic tail splicing, which was quite unusual for him.
With tweezers in his left hand and a needle holder in his right, Qian Sheng looked at the pile of broken tails on the table and began to sew.
Tail reattachment is essentially a vascular anastomosis procedure, which a hand surgeon can master after one or two years of practice. However, the postoperative outcome and the likelihood of complications depend on the surgeon's skill and technique.
"Our undergraduates are required to do internships at top-tier hospitals before graduation, but every year when they leave the hospital, very few of them can actually perform tail reattachment with a blood flow rate of over 95%."
"Those hospitals are shrewd too. They use the fundamental training that medical students excel at to defeat them—it's a classic case of psychological warfare. So, train hard with me, and I guarantee you'll pass your internship smoothly and stay at the hospital you want."
"...Thank you, senior."
In this way, Qian Sheng successfully tricked a junior classmate who was somewhat satisfactory into becoming his free laborer.
Wei Juan could picture the scene Lin Shiheng described. She smiled. "You really believed him back then and willingly helped him with his work?"
Lin Shiheng also laughed.
He didn't believe it, but why would a graduate student who seemed to have a lot of influence, who did good experiments, had rich theoretical knowledge, and seemed to be very "loyal" refuse?
It's just helping out. Medical students aren't afraid of doing things. Without practice, how can you gain experience? Don't you know that even after becoming a resident, sometimes you have to wait pitifully outside the emergency room, hoping to get a surgery, even if it's just debridement and simple suturing? The number of surgeries performed is the experience points for a surgeon to level up, and no one will complain about it.
Therefore, Qian Sheng's offer was a rare opportunity for Lin Shiheng at that time.
Wei Juan had figured it out and then asked about other things.
"What's the deal with the new department that Brother Wensheng just mentioned?"
During the dinner just now, Zhai Wensheng asked him when he planned to return to the Second Hospital.
“I participated in two surgeries in Shanghai. If all goes well, we can see results in a few months,” Lin Shiheng explained. “Shanghai is preparing to set up a medical team. My brother’s idea is that if the patients recover well after surgery, we are very likely to get support from Shanghai. With this support, we might be able to put the establishment of the Second Hospital on the agenda sooner.”
"When the new department is established..."
It was handed over to him for leadership.
Wei Juan wasn't too surprised. She had guessed something when Lin Shiheng returned smoothly from Shanghai this time. "What are your plans for the clinic after he goes to the Second Hospital?"
“Leave it to Zhang Cheng,” he had already planned it all out. “I asked them what they thought before; those who didn’t want to go back could stay at the clinic.”
"Um……"
Lin Shiheng turned his head to look at Lin Yan, who was listening to their conversation, and soon their eyes met.
Lin Yan blushed furiously and moved away first.
He smiled and said, "Did you bring water? Dad is thirsty."
He was thirsty. The last time he said he was thirsty was at the old house. Back then...
Lin Yan trembled and said without thinking, "No!"
Wei Juan interrupted her, "Didn't you pack lemon tea in your bag? Let Dad have some to sober up first."
"..." Lin Yan pursed her lips, and had no choice but to rummage through her bag.
"Found it!" she said angrily, handing the item to Lin Shiheng. He draped his coat over his arm, took the tea she offered, drank a couple of sips, and returned it. After a moment, he said gently, "Still thirsty..."
Lin Yan's face turned completely red, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed, "That's all, that's all."
"real?"
"Hmm, uh—"
She stared at him in disbelief, then looked up at her mother in front of her.
Her father actually... grabbed her wrist and touched his private parts.
His hands were burning hot and hard, creating an ambiguous tent in his trousers.
Lin Yan's heart almost stopped. She was so anxious that she wanted to pull her hand back, but now she was practically under her mother's nose, so she didn't dare to make any big movements. She could only glare at him with her watery almond eyes, feeling ashamed and indignant as she stared at his burning, erect penis.
The car was driving smoothly, as usual. The mother in the driver's seat was focused on the road ahead, while the father and daughter in the back seat had flushed faces, whether from drinking too much or from the warm air from the air conditioner.
The song switched to the next track, a more upbeat jazz piece. The car remained quiet, with only the cotton-padded jacket draped over Lin Shiheng's arm swaying slightly with the car's movement. Occasionally, when the swaying became more pronounced, the man would furrow his brow almost imperceptibly.
After an unknown amount of time, until the outline of the residential area could be seen, the man sat up and adjusted his posture. The young girl next to him also blushed and lowered her head, cupping her cheeks in her hands.
Seemingly remembering something, she quickly took her hand down, put on her clothes and hat to block out all eyes, and swiftly put her hand in her pocket, as if nothing had happened.

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