Chinese traditional martial arts, pay attention to medical and martial practitioners, but their medicine is different from ordinary medicine, they mainly understand the structure of the body and the physical quality of the practitioners, Chinese martial arts to the present, because of the introduction of Western medicine, they also began to combine Chinese and Western, so that the practice of boxing becomes very clear, so that practitioners do not take a lot of detours.

Since the formation of traditional Chinese martial arts, each school or master has its own life-saving secret recipe, which combines the characteristics of their practice to make it easier for the injured body to recover, especially the internal organs caused by blows.

"Ahh

When Feng Ye woke up from the coma, he only saw the dim light, in the coma, there have been all kinds of strange illusions in the brain, and now, he only has one feeling, that is, pain, all over his body, it hurts, and even breathing will make him feel the pain of tearing his lungs.

"Battalion commander, are you awake? How does it feel? ”

Wang Ning heard the movement and turned his head to ask Feng Yi.

"It hurts!"

Feng Yi only said one word, and he could no longer speak, he felt that his lungs were rebelling against his will.

"Doctor, doctor!"

"The battalion commander is awake!"

"Doctor, Doctor......"

"Someone's coming!"

……

In the divisional hospital, the shouts of several wounded soldiers quickly caused the doctor on duty to rush over.

"How does it feel?"

The young nurse asked Feng Yi.

"It hurts!"

"The fracture of your arm has been fixed for you, and the injury here needs to be recuperated and will take a long time to recover; Battalion Commander Feng, you continue to rest! ”

"Nurse, take his temperature every hour, and report it immediately if he has a fever again; Sulfonamide needs to be applied again!"

The doctor shook his head, Feng Yi's arm injury was now the simplest, but he kept having a fever repeatedly, so he could only continue to use sulfonamides.

"Battalion commander, you've finally woken up, you've been asleep for two days!"

"Battalion commander, thank you!"

"Battalion commander, do you want to drink water?"

……

When the doctors and nurses left, the wounded soldiers expressed their concern and gratitude one after another, and they all understood that Feng Ye had become like this for the sake of them.

"Hoo ......"

But Feng Ye didn't have any more to say, and soon fell asleep again.

It wasn't until five days later that Feng Jie's injuries were finally stabilized, and after obtaining Mei Chunhua's consent, Feng Ye left the hospital and returned to the courtyard of Zhiyun, accompanied by Chinese medicine and medicinal food every day, and the injured body was slowly recovering.

From the moment the Chinese government became the capital of the Anti-Japanese War, Chóng Qìng not only ushered in the most important political, military, economic, cultural and educational resources in China, but also suffered from the oppression of a rapidly growing population and a difficult place to find a house.

Chóng Qìng is a mountain city, the town area is not as large as Nanjing and Wuhan, and with the large number of government offices, schools, and cultural units moving in, the small Chóng Qìng suddenly seems crowded.

The surrounding forests of Chóng Qìng are densely forested, with dense fog in spring and winter, and clear skies in summer and autumn; At this time, Feng Fushun shuttled in the thick fog, and it has been more than a month since he arrived in Chóng Qìng, Feng Fushun has not rested much, and hurriedly accepted the business, settled his family and the people who followed him, Feng Fu Shun lived in a house in the city, the house here was not expensive before, and the Chóng Qìng on the Yangtze River was convenient because of the waterway transportation, the Feng family bought a lot of real estate here, of course, most of the real estate was actually used as a warehouse at that time, The few houses that have now become the sweethearts of the city.

"Master, this is it!"

The two laborers brought by the family pointed to the front, they were locals, living on the Feng family's grain store, and they couldn't be more familiar with Chóng Qìng.

"Whew! You find a place to drink tea. ”

Feng Fushun gave a piece of fiat currency and asked the two of them to find a place to drink tea by themselves, he didn't know if it could be done tonight, and he didn't know if others could see these things in the bag.

"Father, I hope Chief of Staff Zhang still remembers your affection."

Feng Fushun looked at the house in front of him and prayed in his heart, his prayer note had been handed over for three days, and it was finally time to visit.

"Master Feng, Minister Zhang hasn't come back yet, will you come back at another time or wait here?"

In the living room, a middle-aged woman received Feng Fushun, and there were already three people sitting in the living room, all of whom had a cup of tea in front of them, but no one drank tea, but sat quietly.

"They are also waiting for Minister Zhang."

The middle-aged woman explained with a smile that she hoped that Feng Fushun would be able to leave now, otherwise the master would be busy until late tonight.

"I'm waiting for Minister Zhang here."

Feng Fushun's answer made this woman very disappointed, Feng Fushun's choice was the same as those people.

"Please have tea, Minister Zhang will inform you when he returns."

After the middle-aged woman poured a glass of water for Feng Fushun, she withdrew.

The middle-aged woman claimed that Minister Zhang, named Zhang Dingfan, is currently the executive secretary of the Ministry of Military Affairs of the National Government, and one person in this position is Chen Cheng, who is actually the second person in the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Why did Feng Fushun call him Chief of Staff Zhang in his heart? This also starts from the Northern Expedition period, when Zhang Dingfan served as the chief of staff of the former enemy's general headquarters on the East Road, and during this period, Feng Fushun's father had a very deep friendship with this person.

Feng Fushun sat in the living room, as night fell, the streets and alleys of Chóng Qìng City were gradually lit up, Zhang Dingfan still did not come back, Hui Xu was still dealing with urgent matters because of the war, since the Battle of Songhu, the Ministry of Military Affairs has become the busiest department.

"Master Feng, the minister is back, please come with me."

When Feng Fushun was anxious, a middle-aged woman appeared and asked Feng Fushun to come with him.

"Minister Zhang."

After Feng Fushun entered the study, there was a middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind the desk, wearing glasses, looking very tired.

"Brother Feng, when did you come to Chóng Qìng? Is Old Man Feng okay? ”

Zhang Dingfan pointed to the wooden chair opposite the desk and motioned for Feng Fushun to sit down.

"Minister, my father died two months ago, and this is a letter from my father to you."

Feng Fushun half sat on the chair, he did not relax because of the big brother in Zhang Dingfan's mouth, he knew that this big brother respected his father, they had not seen each other for nearly ten years, although he would give him gifts every year, but I don't know how much people remember.

"Hey! The state is difficult! ”

Zhang Dingfan opened the letter, he was very sure that it was the old man Feng's handwriting, but he didn't say anything in the letter, he just missed the past, after all, the old man didn't know what this letter would be used for when he was dying!

"The old man has passed away, how is the Feng family now? You have three younger brothers! ”

Zhang Dingfan asked with a frown.

"Most of the family property was inherited by the second brother, and I took over the business in Yunnan, Guichuan and Hunan."

Feng Fushun said.

"Brother Feng, you are busy with military affairs, if there is anything I can help with, you can just say it! When I have time, I will definitely visit the house, by the way, where do you live now? ”

Zhang Dingfan straightened his waist, after a busy day, his body had already begun to protest.

"I currently live in Pak Sha Street, and I've just been here for more than a month; My father left a few properties here, which ......"

Feng Fushun said as he handed out an envelope, which contained a three-entry house on Guofu Road, next to the office building of the National Government, which should now be the most expensive lot in Chóng Qìng City.