The water-blue graphite floor, snow-white walls, smooth and bright windows, and the five-star red flag waving in the wind.

There is not much difference between military hospitals and ordinary hospitals, except that the words and deeds of medical staff are more standardized and neat.

Shu Ange declined Sun Wu's kindness and lived alone in the family courtyard of the military region.

There is a small vegetable market nearby, which serves the family hospital and hospital of the military region.

You don't need food stamps to buy things here, but they are available in limited quantities and can't be bought freely.

Shu Ange took a turn in the vegetable market, where there are a wide variety of dishes. Because of the warmer climate, there are many more kinds of fruits and vegetables than in H province.

When she came, Song Hongqi had already fallen asleep, and she was not in a hurry to visit him.

The chief doctor said that Song Hongqi's physical condition was still unstable and he could not move out of the intensive care unit.

However, the director also said that as long as he survived these three days, Song Hongqi would not be in any danger and could be moved to an ordinary ward.

The next day, after it was time for the patient to visit, Shu Ange followed behind Director Lu and walked towards the intensive care unit.

The hallway was quiet, and even the sound of a pin falling on the floor could be heard.

Director Lu is over sixty years old, and he looks very energetic, with black hair, a pair of bright eyes, and full of energy when he speaks.

He lowered his voice and spoke to Shu Ange, with a very gentle attitude.

"Little girl, don't worry, Comrade Hongqi is very healthy and is expected to move out of the intensive care unit tomorrow."

"Thank you and the medical staff for taking good care of me, thanks to you, my brother was able to survive this difficult time."

"Hehe, what's there to thank you for. The comrades of the People's Liberation Army (PLA) are on the front line to defend their homes and the country, and it is our responsibility to do a good job in logistical support. ”

Director Lu did not bow, but repeatedly expressed his gratitude to the soldiers.

This point moved Shu Ange very much, Song Hongqi was injured in the line of duty, everyone is working hard for his recovery as soon as possible, and the country has not forgotten these lovely People's Liberation Army who fought bravely.

The intensive care units of the 80s were much more outdated than those of the decades later, many of the instruments were bulky, and the place of origin signs were in English or German.

For decades, China's medical equipment production has lagged behind foreign countries.

Because of the lack of productivity, most of the needles at this time will be sterilized and recycled, and even infusion tubes will be recycled in small places.

It's not that there have been medical accidents without cross-infection, but if you don't, there are many patients who don't get timely medical treatment.

In an era of scarcity of medical supplies, it is difficult to pay attention to science and hygiene.

Seeing these backward medical equipment and equipment, Shu Ange suddenly had a thought in his heart.

Perhaps, she can devote herself to medical device research to benefit the majority of patients and make the motherland more prosperous.

There are only a limited number of people who can be saved by being a doctor, but the development of drugs for medical devices can help many people.

After changing into a blue sterile suit, Shu Ange stood in front of Song Hongqi's bed.

He had a bandage on his head, a thick cast on his legs, his eyes were tired and bloodshot, his face was covered with an oxygen mask, and his arms were frighteningly thin.

"Brother."

Shu Ange stood beside the bed, biting his lip and shouting Song Hongqi, tears unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

This is the residual emotion of the original owner, and it is also Shu Ange's heartstrings that have been touched.

Before Song Hongqi joined the army, he was thin and tall like a bamboo pole. The army gave him a second chance to grow and forged his manhood.

The last time he went home to visit his family, his tall and mighty appearance in a military uniform was deeply imprinted in the hearts of his family.

It's been less than half a year, and he's haggard like this, how can he not make people feel sad.

Song Hongqi raised his hand with difficulty, his mouth moved, and Director Lu helped him remove the oxygen mask.

"Shan...... Younger sister...... Son"

He paused word by word, and read out the word Shan Mei'er with difficulty.

"Brother, are you okay? I'm here to take care of you, don't worry about everything at home, my father and mother miss you very much, so I brought you a lot of hometown specialties, and also brought a basket of native eggs and duck eggs. ”

My sister's words made Song Hongqi's face look much better.

During the time he was lying in bed, Song Hongqi spent most of his time in a coma, and he was more awake during this time.

When he woke up, his biggest concern was his home. He was afraid that he would not survive this catastrophe and let his parents worry about him. I am also worried that my younger siblings are young, and their parents are aging, and it is difficult to maintain their family life.

Song Hongqi is not afraid of life and death, and is ready to sacrifice for the country at any time, and the only thing he can't let go of is his family.

The arrival of his sister relieved his worries and boredom a lot.

But thinking of the long distance, she ran so far at a young age, Song Hongqi blamed herself a little.

"Shan...... Girl, you-"

"Company Commander Song, don't worry, the organization has already sent your allowance and the troop bonus back to your hometown in consideration of your family's difficulties. Hongshan lives in the family courtyard and is usually taken care of. ”

Director Lu understood Song Hongqi's feelings, and Tete spoke to comfort him.

"Yes, brother, the family is very good, I have someone here to pick me up, and the neighbors in the family home are also very welcoming. You have a good rest, I'll come to see you when you get out of the intensive care unit, your father and mother are very proud of you, and Red Star has been shouting that he wants to be a soldier when he grows up. ”

Half an hour later, Shu Ange left the intensive care unit, Song Hongqi's mood was much more stable, and his spirit was better than before.

Two days later, Song Hongqi was successfully transferred to the general ward, and in order to facilitate his recovery, the hospital specially arranged a two-person room for him.

Shu Ange asked the doctor a lot, and he memorized three pages of dietary precautions alone.

The staff of the hospital, as well as the patient's family, all know that there is a careful and kind little girl in Ward 308, who has come all the way to take care of her injured little girl in Province G.

When Shu Ange goes out, he always receives a lot of praise and compliments, and he will be stuffed with oranges and apples.

Sometimes, when she goes out and returns to the ward, there are more canned fruits, chicken cakes, and malt milk on the table.

The people who sent the things were very careful, and they resolutely did not show up and did not admit it, so that Shu Ange couldn't find a chance to return it if he wanted to.

The day after Song Hongqi moved into the general ward, he had a new patient in the bed next to him, a young man with a beard and unruly energy.

Just with this beard, he is impressive enough, not to mention that he has more plaster on his body than Song Hongqi.

"The target object of this mission strategy has appeared, and the current favorability is 25, come on, host!"

“……”

Shu Ange, who had just carried the thermos box into the room, was in a heavy mood, she looked at the new sick number like a "gorilla", and then listened to his conversation with the nurse, and her heart was mixed.

"Call Director Lu over, I want to ask if my leg can be saved. If the limb is amputated, there is no need for follow-up treatment, and the medical expenses of the country and province will be paid. ”

The young man has a loud voice, a very proud person, and a high spirit.

He could not accept the reality of being disabled, and would rather die of illness than have his leg amputated.

Not to mention the proud soldiers, even ordinary people, it is difficult to continue to maintain the confidence to continue to live when they suddenly encounter major nightmares such as amputation.

"Comrade Deng, you eat first, and Director Lu will come over later."

The nurse tried hard to persuade the young man, but he kept his mouth shut and turned his face to refuse the nurse's feeding, showing his attitude.

The young man should be a soldier, Shu Ange could tell from the posture of his hospital bed.

Ordinary people were injured like this, and they had already been tormented by pain and shrunk into a ball, and he was stunned to take out an iron look and hold on.

"You can eat some first, Director Lu will be there soon."

"Brother, it's time to eat."

Shu Ange put down the aluminum insulated box, first opened the top lid, revealing the bright and delicious pork rib soup, and then brought out a yellow egg custard, in addition to two easy-to-digest side dishes.

Compared with the food she took out, the clinical meal can be described as bland and tasteless.

It turned out that Deng Zhihua, who was still protesting with the nurses and asking to see Director Lu, was hooked by the tempting fragrance.

He looked at the porridge and side dishes placed in front of him, and then at the exquisite meal on the bed next door, and said with a look of grievance: "You must be planning to amputate me, so you are not even willing to provide delicious meals!" ”

Where is this, the nurse looked confused, but fortunately, Director Lu came over at this time.

He greeted him as if asking for help: "Director Lu, Comrade Deng doesn't want to eat, saying that unless you promise not to amputate him." ”

After Director Lu nodded to Song Hongqi, he walked to Deng Zhihua's bedside.

"Company Commander Deng, we will try to save your legs. Unless your wound is bleeding and suppurating and infected with bacteria, we will never amputate your leg. ”

"Is it still possible to amputate it?"

"Brother, eat, I'll feed you."

Although Song Hongqi moved out of the intensive care ward, because he injured his nerves and had no strength after lying in bed for a long time, he needed to be fed when eating.

At first, he was embarrassed to let his sister feed him, but he got used to it after being persuaded by the medical staff.

My sister came to Province G to take care of him, and he couldn't chill her heart.

It has only been less than two days, and Song Hongqi found that his sister's cooking skills are too good.

He was recovering, and the doctor told him not to eat irritating foods such as sour and spicy, nor to eat dishes heavy on oil and salt, and it was best to eat some liquid food that was easy to digest.

Song Hongqi was ready to eat all kinds of mush for a long time, but he didn't expect his sister to give him a big surprise.

"Company Commander Deng, you and Comrade Song Hongqi are both company commanders, and you must learn from him at this point. was also injured, he injured his spine and head, almost failed to be rescued, survived the dangerous period, and there was still the possibility of being paralyzed, but he was still optimistic. ”

Director Lu understood Deng Zhihua's overly proud and strong character, and he specially arranged him and Song Hongqi in a ward so that he could learn from the simple and strong Song Company Commander.

Shu Ange's feeding hand paused, and his eyes looked at Song Hongqi a little more worried: "Brother, don't worry, you will definitely get better." ”

"Silly sister, big brother will recover well. I'm glad I was able to save my life, and the worst result was paralysis in the bed glue cardboard box.

(It's finally been updated!) ）