Chapter 292: Back to the Pre-Liberation Overnight

"I asked Lao He, the needle will stop tomorrow, and the medicine will have to be taken for a while. In this case, it is not impossible for you to be discharged from the hospital. But even when you return to the troops, you need to rest, especially the throat, don't underestimate it. If you don't recuperate well during the critical period, it will be difficult to cure it later. ā€

The dean pulled over the stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and persuaded him bitterly.

Xiang Gang nodded.

The body is his, and of course he knows the weight.

When he was alone, he didn't care, but now he has a daughter-in-law, and in a short time, his child and wife will be on the kang, and he won't joke about his health.

The dean didn't believe him, and turned to Yingfang and said, "Xiao Shu, you have to bear it." Turning around, Lao He gave a doctor's order, you keep an eye on him, and you must not be sloppy during treatment. ā€

Ying Fang replied seriously: "The dean I know must persuade him to rest more and work less. ā€

"That's right. The dean said with relief, "Only by taking care of your body can you better serve the motherland!"

The dean brought the good news that they could be discharged from the hospital early, and the couple said they were very happy.

It's also recuperation, so it's definitely comfortable to live at home.

What's more, it's a new house that has just been divided, and the keys are all hot.

So after lunch, Yingfang was busy.

Pack your luggage and sundries. Ask the pots and pans borrowed from the canteen to eat, wash and return them.

Considering that after returning to the army, it was not as convenient as it is now, so I simply went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Luo Qiulan heard that Xiang Gang was about to be discharged from the hospital, so she went in and out of 315 several times through ward rounds.

But every time he came in, the man closed his eyes and recuperated.

At first, he thought he was really asleep, but the ghost moved over to see Qingjun's sleeping face.

As a result, when I reached the end of the bed, I saw the man open his eyes suddenly. The frost at the bottom of her eyes was so frozen that she dared to have any beautiful thoughts? The manuscript that had been playing for several days was useless.

I really can't figure out how such an outstanding man could marry a country woman.

She's not reconciled. For the first time in his life, he liked someone, fell in love at first sight, and fell in love with him again, but he was already famous.

The point is, that object is not worthy of him at all. He could have had better.

"You, why don't you marry someone who is right? She's like that, how does it help you? Isn't it a little better-looking, and you can't talk about the beauty of the country, I, I ...... it."

Luo Qiulan wanted to say that she was no worse than her, and the conditions were a few streets away from her.

But before she could finish speaking, she saw him reach under the pillow with his backhand, as if he was holding something.

Luo Qiulan breathed heavily.

On the forehead covered by bangs, the wound that had healed and had never left a scar turned out to be a little painful.

Involuntarily took a few steps back.

"I—I'm not wrong. ā€

Seeing that Xiang Gang's hand was about to be withdrawn from under the pillow, she screamed in fright and rushed out of the ward with her head in her hands.

Bumped into the dean at the door carrying a net of fruits and nutritional supplements.

"Qiulan?" the dean frowned and looked at the back of the runner away, and walked in and said, "My wife and niece are not being able to disturb you again?"

Xiang Gang withdrew his hand under the pillow, pinched two flattened cotton balls, and wanted to stuff his ears, but when he saw the dean coming, he threw them on the bedside table.

"My wife asked me to bring it, but I forgot it when I came in the morning. At this time, I will send it to you as soon as I think about it, so that I don't have to go back to kneel on the washboard. The dean teased himself without hesitation.

"It's all in a net pocket, and you can eat it after you are discharged from the hospital. I said you don't have anything to eat these days, so she didn't have anything else to prepare. Fruit for your daughter-in-law to grind into juice or boil fruit soup, anyway, your daughter-in-law is a good cook, don't I need to talk about malt cream, right? When the injury is healed, take your daughter-in-law to the house for a meal. ā€

Xiang Gang nodded in gratitude.

"Where's your daughter-in-law?" the dean put his things away and swept around curiously.

Xiang Gangnu pointed out the window, smiling in his eyes.

The supply and marketing cooperatives in the provincial capital are much larger than those in small counties. Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, all kinds of daily consumables, everything.

Yingfang picked some of them. There is still money left, and the tickets are spent.

This is really half a year of hard work, and I returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.

Ying Fang borrowed a phrase that Feng Meiqin often hung on her lips.

"Brother Zhang, have you seen it? This girl must have money, and if she doesn't have money, she will buy so many things?" Chen Xuming, who came after him, held his hand that was still hot and painful, and said excitedly.

The curly-haired young man named Brother Zhang rubbed his chin: "Hmm, then do as you said, pick a secluded place to do it." ā€

"Okay!"

Yingfang was carrying a lot of things in her hands, sweating profusely to find a bus stop.

That's all there is to the trouble in a strange place - turn around twice and you can't figure out the direction.

On all sides, there are high and low houses, crisscrossing alleys.

"Auntie, may I ask which direction to take the car to the military hospital?" asked the lady who caught a passerby.

The eldest lady thought for a long time in a daze, and shook her head: "I haven't been to the military hospital, so I don't know how to go." ā€

"I know, I know. A bald boy in his teens jumped up and down and said, "Just go to the end of that alley, go out and turn left and then right." ā€

"Oh, thank you, little brother. Yingfang didn't doubt him, carrying a large bag and a small bag across the road, and walked into the alley that the bald boy said.

It's a narrow alley, a narrow place, where only one person can pass through. The walls on both sides are more than two meters high, and the alleys are narrow and high, resulting in moss everywhere on the road, and you can slip if you are not careful.

Ying Fang walked forward cautiously.

There was the sound of tuk tuk tuk footsteps behind her, she didn't care about it at first, but as the footsteps became faster and faster, a fox cloud rose in Yingfang's heart, and she was about to speed up her pace, but her eyes were dark.

"Yo, this young lady, you bumped into me, this is the first time I wear this new dress today, look, you rubbed a whole body of dust, how do you say to compensate?"

The young man with curly hair on his head smiled wickedly and blocked her way.

Ying Fang smiled angrily: "I didn't even touch the corner of your clothes." ā€

"That's not what I said, if you weren't blocking my way, could I stop? If I don't stop, I can rub against this wall, if I don't rub against the wall, can my new clothes be dirty?

"According to what you say, the ash on my clothes is also rubbed by you?" Ying Fang leaned against the wall, and there was an extra ash mark on her body.

"Stinky girl!" Curly didn't expect this girl to be so bold, not only was she not scared to cry, but she also rebelled against him in the other way, and threw away the cigarette butt in anger, "Chen Xuming, you eat shit? Don't give it to Lao Tzu! What are you doing grinding and chirping! This bad idea is what you came up with." ā€

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, aren't I right here. In such a narrow alley, it is difficult for her to fly. ā€