When night falls, the hospital under the cold light is more deserted than during the day.

Mei Chunru sat on the hospital bed, looking at Shu Ange's back lovingly.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and after this period of getting along, the relationship between her and Shu Ange has become more and more harmonious.

Since the last conflict, Wen Huijun has not appeared again, and Mei Chunru's heart of loving her daughter has also cooled down.

A few days ago, Dr. Mi took her and Wen Huijuan's blood, and in a few days she could test their blood types.

Mei Chunru does not understand Western medicine, and Dr. Mi said that as long as you know the blood type of your parents, you can deduce the blood type of your child.

Wen Guanghou was reluctant to cooperate, which was expected by Mei Chunru.

If he, Liu Guixiang, and Wen Huijun all refused to take a blood test, it meant that they had ghosts in their hearts.

If time is lost, and most of her life has passed by accidentally, Mei Chunru doesn't want to be a fool until she dies.

She has Wei Yong and Huijuan, two well-behaved and filial children, what is there not to be satisfied with.

There was a stack of books on the table for the improvement of weapons, and Shu Ange read it while drawing a diagram of the construction of firearms on white paper with a pencil.

China's weapons manufacturing is relatively backward, and the local arsenal is still in the stage of small workshops, and without the technical support of foreigners, it can only make some of the simplest weapons.

There are too many drawbacks in the manufacture of Turkish weapons, guns are easy to explode, and the probability of ammunition being dumb is also very high.

Carrying a congenitally deficient weapon to the battlefield, before the enemy could fight, he was in chaos first.

At present, the global situation is not peaceful, the smoke and war in the northern and southern hemispheres are continuous, and the foreign invaders are busy fighting for colonies, giving China a chance to breathe.

After careful consideration, Shu Ange decided to make efforts in the research and manufacture of weapons, and at the same time to develop some drugs that were in short supply in China.

In the era when etiquette and music collapsed and were so cruel that people cannibalize people, only by standing on a high place can you not be bullied.

Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

In this day and age, justice and goodness are like a talisman in many cases.

Without enough self-protection ability, life and death are always in the hands of others. Adjutant Chen, who does not have the heart of a beast, will also have Adjutant Li, Adjutant Wang and the like.

Strangers are not credible, and biological fathers may not be reliable, and people like Yu Lisheng are even more rampant and domineering.

There was a knock on the door, Shu Ange put down the pen in his hand and looked out of the door with a sideways face.

"Mrs. Mei, Geng is here to visit."

It was Geng Wuxiang, Shu Ange was slightly surprised, and Mei Chunru was also a little surprised.

"Mr. Geng, please come in."

Mei Chunru didn't want to let her life-saving benefactor wait for a long time, so she straightened her hair slightly and pulled the quilt up.

After the door opened, Geng Wuxiang entered the ward with a gift.

He was wearing a very simple trench coat, a silver mouse-gray trench coat, black leather boots under his feet, and a pair of eyes that were shining at all times.

The trench coat is very well cut, the shirt is also made of exquisite materials, and Geng Wuxiang is dressed without the cramped rudeness of a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Geng, please take a seat, I'm sorry for you."

After Mei Chunru was nursed in the hospital for half a month, her complexion was much better, not only her thin face became plump, but her eyebrows and eyes were also brighter.

When she first entered the hospital, she always had a sense of depression that she was going to die at any time, but now she is very good.

Geng Wuxiang smiled faintly and put down the gift box in his hand: "Mrs. Mei is recovering well, and I think she will be discharged from the hospital in a short time." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Geng, if it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I'd have ...... by now."

Mei Chunru sighed, when her father married her to Wen Guanghou, how could he have thought that he would be like a wolf in the middle of the mountain, and his ambition would be rampant.