February 1980, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

On the occasion of the reunion of thousands of families...... Of course, don't worry if you don't get together.

In Xiao's house in Yanjing City, Comrade Zhuo Neng put down the phone in his hand amid the sound of firecrackers.

Although there is a lot of movement outside the window, the voice of the lover on the phone is not small.

"It's Gu Yi's call, right?"

Father Xiao, with his hands behind his back, was standing in front of the window to watch the excitement.

Now that I think about it, there is really no one who can be the commander of the navy as a landlubber.

Think again.

Hey, don't you have an airsick Air Force commander with you!

"Dad," pondering the little story on the phone, Comrade Zhuo Neng decided to do more: "Have you heard of Zhang Boju?" ”

"Who? Which military district? ”

“…… Bowstring Hutong," Zhuo Neng already knew that the other party didn't know: "Then do you know who is in charge of Peking University Hospital now?" ”

"Peking University Hospital?"

Father Xiao muttered and turned around: "Their establishment ...... that seems to have just been restored last month"

……

Yenching Peking University Hospital.

Although the time is not early, the people who stick to their posts are still sticking to it.

New Year, New Weather!

After the reopening, the hospital's new leadership team has just been formed.

This time, I am working overtime to restart!

Suddenly, a phone call came into the brightly lit conference room.

Inpatient Department,

The one-eight-person ward on the third floor is more popular than ever.

Zhou Ruchang, Zhu Jiajun, and Qi Gong, three gentlemen in their 60s, are standing around a bed, standing and sitting.

Lying on the hospital bed was the 82-year-old Mr. Zhang Boju.

The fact that these three destined people were able to gather here at this time was entirely because of a phone call from Shen Congwen, a phone call asking them who could go through the back door of the hospital.

It's a pity that I inquired around, but there was no way!

But don't bother, as long as they continue to keep in touch, it will ......

The two of them will join hands with Shen Congwen, Zhang Shixiang, and Cao Yu in the advisory group of the "Dream of Red Mansions" crew three years later.

"It's so late, you better hurry back,"

Although Zhang Boju was very happy to see the three old friends, he still waved his hand: "Don't even have a bus later." ”

Qi Gong looked back at the door: "Don't worry, when the little nurse comes to urge again, let's go." ”

Zhu Jiajun looked at Zhang Boju, who was so thin, that his eyes were full of distress: "You don't have to worry about us, rest well and recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Zhou Ruchang frowned: "This place is so noisy, how can you rest assured?" ”

"Alas," Qi Gong said, "We can't help a few of us, so we can only sit with you more." ”

Zhang Boju, who was on the hospital bed, covered his mouth with a square handkerchief and coughed a few times: "It's not in the way, except for not sleeping well, everything else is okay." ”

"Let's go back quickly," Zhang Lao's lover Pan Su was not at ease: "It's freezing outside, and it's even more difficult to leave when it's dark." ”

"It's okay," Zhu Jiajun didn't care at all: "My legs and feet are good, it's hard for them to say." ”

"You pull it down," Zhou Ruchang: "Now you don't want to sit in a sedan chair, you better save it!" ”

"Yuan Bai," Zhu Jiajun looked at Qi Gong: "Did you hear it, I told you to save it!" ”

Qi Gong smiled innocently: "I'm not afraid of falling, it's okay if I break, I just moved in to be with Brother Cong Bi." ”

"Hey," Zhu Jiajun patted his thigh: "Yes, this is also a way, let's just live in together." ”

"Call Brother Cong Wen and Shixiang together," Qi Gong said, "Let's see if we can get together a room of eight people." ”

Zhou Ruchang: "I think this is a good idea, and when the time comes, I will tell you "Dream of Red Mansions". ”

Qi Gong: "You say it first, I'll add." ”

Zhou: "Hey! ”

The servants said it as if it were true, and they could hear Zhang Boju and his wife covering their mouths and being happy.

The clouds that have been dense for the past few days have faded a lot at the glance.

It's a pity that before she had a while, the woman on a hospital bed next to her quarreled with her family.

The sharp-tongued one can't catch up with the three cultural people.

Then, the two beds opposite were also pinched.

In the eight-person ward, men and women live together, and the accompanying family members have their own words and sorrows.

The more you talk, the more you talk, the more you talk about it......

Listen, not to mention how bad it is!

"Alas~"

"Alas!"

At this time, Zhang Boju's hospital bed was quiet.

Sand, sand, sand, click, click, click......

In the corridor outside the ward, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Dean Hu."

"Dean Ma."

"Horse Garden"

"Hu Yuan ......"

As the sound of "dean" approached, the ward gradually fell silent.

Then, the big guy looked at the door in unison.

"Here, this is the room," a female doctor's voice sounded outside the door, "35-bed patients live in this ward." ”

After a slight pause, the footsteps sounded again.

This time, not only did I hear the voice, but I also saw people.

6. 7 doctors in white coats, led by two white-haired old men with extraordinary bearing, firm eyes and white robes,

Directly towards bed No. 35, he walked over.

"Excuse me,"

Dean Hu, who is nearly 80 years old, personally asked: "Are you Zhang Boju, a patient with 35 beds?" ”

The 35-bed patient who was half-leaning on the head of the bed did not come to his senses: "Yes, I am Zhang Boju." ”

Dean Ma, who is in his 60s, directly put on a stethoscope: "What do you feel uncomfortable now?" ”

"I ......" Zhang Boju lost consciousness for a while: "Where am I uncomfortable?" ”

In a hurry, Dean Hu, who had not had time to ask in detail, took a doctor and handed over the medical record folder.

In the last month of 1979, two doctors, Hu Chuanhua and Ma Xu, both received the appointment notice of the president of Peking University Hospital.

These two giants in the medical field have not only contributed their lives to the medical cause of the motherland.

Even after that, their heartbeat stopped, and they continued their journey to medicine in another way.

These two were also teachers and friends, and they were the two remains that were later displayed in the Anatomy Building of Peking Medical University for study.

At this moment, they are standing in front of Zhang Boju, who also sacrifices himself for the country.

Looking at the serious expressions of these two, several people next to the hospital bed panicked.

Zhou Ruchang, Qi Gong, and Zhu Jiajin looked left and right with their hands down.

Why did you still alarm the dean?

Looking at Zhang Boju's wife Pan Su again, she was already panicked: "This ...... What's going on? "Don't his wife find out something?

Dean Hu, who was flipping through the medical record folder, did not answer the patient's family directly, and asked Ma Xu directly: "How?" ”

Dean Ma, who was holding a stethoscope, pushed back and forth in several key points: "It's not as bad as they say, but for safety, it's better to check it comprehensively." ”

"Same as I thought."

At this moment, the two deans standing beside the bed, one on the left and one on the right, finally showed a little smile.

Dean Hu: "Sir, you don't have to be nervous, just cooperate with the treatment." ”

"Okay, okay," Zhang Boju nodded, and said in a hoarse voice: "I will definitely cooperate." ”

Ma Yuan: "If there is anything uncomfortable, be sure to tell us in time." ”

"Okay," this time, Zhang Boju and his wife nodded together: "It must be." ”

After the two compounds finished speaking, they turned to leave.

The moment they walked out of the ward, the four or five doctors who stayed behind immediately got busy.

"Sir, you're tired."

"Sir, you've worked hard!"

"Old Zhang, you didn't eat at night, right?"

"Elder Zhang, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Wait a minute, we'll help you pick a different room right away."

"The cadre ward in Building 6, have you been contacted?"

"Hurry up, let's do it again......"

In this era, snubbing is snubbing, and enthusiasm is enthusiasm.

Don't hide it, just be positive!

……

Pujiang City, in the small courtyard of No. 51 Anhe Street.

After arranging the three eldest sisters at the forefront of music, Jiang Shan also sat at his own dinner table.

"The third child,"

The rivers on the side can be regarded as looking forward to the return of the country: "I just went home after buying the monkey ticket this morning, and I regretted it." ”

Jiang Shantou ate dumplings without raising his head: "What? Regretting buying less? ”

"I was influenced by you and only bought 10 sets," Jiang He felt that this did not suit his style: "Think about the story of the Xiangjiang stamps you told me that day, the more I think about it, the more I regret it." After eating at noon, I quickly went to the philatelic company again. ”

"How much did you buy?"

"Buy a fart,"

On the first day of the Year of the Monkey, I was busy with the monkey.

Jiang He: "I arrived at Nanjingdong Road at two o'clock, and when I looked at it from a distance, the crowded team in the morning was gone. ”

"Sold out?" Jiang Shan finally put down his chopsticks: "Sold out in one morning?" ”

"Not really," Jiang He took a sharp drag on his cigarette.

"This ...... That's too fast, isn't it? Jiang Shan shook his head: "I really didn't expect it." ”

It seems that the phenomenon of unsalable monkey tickets in some cities has not occurred in Pujiang.

"There's something more unexpected!"

"What?"

"I parked my bicycle and walked over to see that there were already a few people selling monkey tickets in front of the philatelic company."

"Huh?"

"Two cents a piece, a full page can be bought for a dime."

"You bought it?"

"I'm crazy," Jiang He said, "something that only costs 8 cents in the morning, and he dares to sell it for 2 cents in the afternoon, and that's not how money is made." ”

While it is true that money can be made in this way, ......

"Brother, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it," Jiang Shan reminded again: "But don't sell it." ”

"I know, how many times have you said it," Jiang He recited: "The embodiment of value takes time to prove." ”

"Don't worry, Jiangshan," Chen Peisi, who was also eating dumplings, said: "If it's less than 1 yuan a piece, I won't let go of anyone who comes." ”

"......" Jiangshan chewed the dumplings fiercely, with a face of hatred that iron is not steel:

"1 dollar a piece? Didn't you listen to my brother just now, the 8 cents in the morning and 2 cents in the afternoon, the psychological price of your one dollar, also called collection? Philately is better than you! ”

"......" Chen Peisi remembered the story she had heard at the Peace Hotel: "Okay, I decided to hold the ticket for a long time and wait for the next year." ”

"Well," Jiang He boldly assumed, "I also have this plan, maybe in a year, this small stamp will be able to appreciate to 10...... Bucks. ”

Jianghe deliberately stretched the sound of ten to reflect its high rate of return.

"My God," Chen Peisi's excited eyebrows flew: "How much should that be?" ”

A set of monkey tickets is 80, and if each ticket rises to 10 yuan, it is 80 times 10......

"That is to say," Jiang He showed a long-lasting smile that was different from the past: "What we bought for each set of 6 yuan 4 will become 8 ......"

Chen Peisi laughed loudly with him: "800 yuan~"

"If it's 10 sets?"

"10,000 households!"

"Hahaha."

Jiang Shan also followed: "Hahaha." ”

The atmosphere is here, let's have fun first!

……

It was dawn, the snow stopped, and Shen Congwen, who had been depressed all night, felt that he was doing it again.

In Dayabao Hutong, the glass windows of every house are pasted with red window grilles.

With the red firecrackers that are blown up all over the ground, it is full of New Year's flavor.

At this time, Zhu Jiajin and Qi Gong, who were wearing thick jackets and velvet hats, walked into the alley with their hands in hand.

Before the door could be seen, the sound was raised.

"Yongyu, ah......"

(End of chapter)