After reading it, Mu Nan's mood couldn't calm down for a long time, she withdrew her gaze from the phone screen, and then projected it onto the face of the man in front of her.

Jian Zheng knew that she had finished reading it, so he asked her, "Do you remember the first time we met?" ”

"Remember!" That time she missed, she stabbed her arm with scissors, and every detail of that scene was repeated in her mind.

"The first time I saw you, I lost my temper, I saw you as someone else, because you were so similar to her, it was exactly the same."

"Is it 'Ling Yu'?"

"Yes!"

"So, you called out her name at the time, '毣枏', right?"

"Yes!"

"Is it really that coincidental? Even the name is the same? She was a little unhappy in her heart, feeling that she had become a substitute for others, and she was glad in her heart, and it was because of this that she came into his sight.

"I know, it's not fair to you,"

Maybe there was a little bit, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so she said, "No, I should thank you for your 'Hammer', if it weren't for her, how could I get into your eyes?" ”

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes!" Mu Nan nodded, but it was a bit against his will, "Such a coincidence, didn't you think that I might be your daughter?" She wanted to make a joke, because she knew in her heart that her parents were different.

"Hey—" he smiled awkwardly, "I really thought that at first. So I went to check your file, and the birth time really made up. ”

"So cunning!" She laughed, "Then why didn't you doubt it later?" ”

"Once I looked at your military hat."

"Hat?"

"yes, do you remember what the military hat was meant to write about?"

"Of course I remember, the department, the name, and the blood type." She remembers this very clearly, and the squad leader learned from everyone on the first day of enlistment.

Military caps are all the same, so in order not to make a mistake, it is easy to understand the upper part and name.

So why write the blood type? This is because of the professional characteristics of the army, may be on the battlefield at any time, and on the battlefield, the bloodshed and sacrifice can not be avoided, in order to facilitate the timely rescue of excessive bleeding soldiers, the best way is to transfuse blood, so the army requires each soldier to write his blood type in his hat.

"Yes, your military hat says that your blood type is type O, and mine is type AB, so that's impossible." After speaking, Jian Zhenghui smiled heartily.

Mu Nan's heart was happy all of a sudden. That day, the squad leader asked her to fill in the department, name, and blood type, and she was embarrassed at the time, because she didn't know her blood type, so she filled in casually. Since Jian Zheng rarely laughed, she wouldn't say it on the spot, so she echoed him, "I didn't expect you to be clever." ”

"Hey, hey!" He laughed again. But only for a moment, and then there was silence again.

She didn't bother him, but grabbed his hand and gently stroked the back of his hand, as if to give him strength to say everything that needed to be said.

"Alas—" After a long silence, he let out another long sigh, "for all these years, I thought she was dead, so I never went to her, but she didn't die!" ”

At this point, he turned his hand back and grabbed Mu Nan's hand tightly, so hard that she felt pain, but she didn't cry out for pain, because she knew that what he was transmitting was a kind of trust.

She looked at him quietly, she didn't dare to make a sound, she wanted him to say everything in his heart, and confiding was the best way to untie the knot.

Later, he met Ling Yu again by a very coincidental chance, and she told him everything that had happened since then.

Ling's father was a barefoot doctor in the village.

Although she gave up the opportunity to go to university, she was considered an intellectual in the village as a high school graduate at that time.

The death of her mother hit her father hard, and her father was indeed old, and he was a little powerless as a barefoot doctor, so she took over his father's shift to share his worries, so she bought a lot of medical books to read and learned a lot about medicine.

But in the end, she didn't become a barefoot doctor, because her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and her father was afraid that she would show her stuff, so he took her and hid deeper into the mountains.

It's finally time for her to give birth.

But it was difficult to give birth.

She had been tortured for two days and nights, and was already very weak.

In the mountains, there was no hospital at all, and the only one who could be counted on was the midwife.

But the midwife had exhausted all means, but to no avail.

Outside the house, the midwife was begging with her father.

Although she no longer had any strength, she was still conscious.

Papier-mâché windows are not soundproofed at all.

She heard their conversation clearly.

"You have to make an idea, whether to protect adults or children, if it drags on, adults and children will not be able to keep it." It was the anxious voice of the midwife.

"Is there really no better way?" My father was very helpless.

"If there's a way, why am I going to tell you this?"

"That's—then let's keep it."

"By the way, stay in the green mountains, even if there is no firewood."

……

These conversations are five thunderbolts to her. Her own life is insignificant to her, but she will never allow others to harm the child in her womb, because it is the crystallization of her and Jane's love.

She was going to protect the child who had not yet come into the world, to protect her and his child.

She sat up with all her strength.

She opened a cupboard at the head of the bed, and she trembled and searched until she found a blade for a castrated animal.

With his left hand groping his bulging abdomen, and with a blade in his right hand, he slashed decisively, and in an instant, blood spurted out.

The pain, really the pain of seppuku.

But she couldn't stop, she couldn't scream.

She had to gather all her strength and will, and her hands were rummaging in her lower abdomen.

Finally, at the moment when she exhausted the last of her strength, the child was dragged out by her.

With the child's cry, she fainted.

The father was surprised at first when he heard the child's cry, but when he rushed into the room, it immediately turned into a start.

Not only him, but also the midwife, stunned by the blood on the bed and the sliced abdomen.

To save his daughter, he must save his daughter, this was the father's only thought at that time.

He can't panic, at least he's a doctor, even if he's a barefoot doctor, that's also a doctor.

He hadn't had surgery, but he did.

So he thought of stitching.

But only one needle was found, no thread.

In a hurry, he took off his clothes, tore them, then pulled out a few fibers from them, put them on the nose of the needle, and began to sew them.

Fortunately, I have a little medical common sense and know how to sew the uterus first, and then sew the belly.

Once the sewing is done, there will not be much bleeding.

He called a few more people from the village, carried her over several mountains, walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, stopped a tractor, and finally sent her to the hospital.

It's a miracle that she actually came back to life.

Later, the doctor said that there were three reasons for this miracle.

One is that she has a strong desire to survive, because she can't let go of him and the child in her heart.

Second, the rehabilitation ability of mothers is inherently strong.

The third is that the overall route of the technique is in line with medicine, there are no big blood vessels in the place where she cut herself, and her father is also very careful when suturing. There is another detail that cannot be ignored, at that time, when the suture was not found, the silk threads torn off the clothes happened to be silk, which is considered a better suture.

Of course, due to the bad environment at the time, there was a large-scale infection later, and the high fever did not go away for more than ten consecutive days.