There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After relieving himself, Zhou Jiao refused to let Doctor Zheng come.She knew her physical condition, just now it was nothing more than her mental strain had been too tight.

Now I don't know which grandson of the Cheng family has the accident, and I don't know what the condition is, the mother and daughter should go to the hospital to accompany the old lady immediately.

"If you rest at home, I can go."

Zhou Jiao was still a little boring, tired of explaining, she got out of the study and picked up the coat, hat and scarf hanging in the living room and began to put it on her body.

"It's so stubborn, just like your dad!" Miao Lishan finished talking, and helped her out of the yard without worry, "Go slowly, the car didn't come so quickly."

The early spring has not yet arrived, and the streets at night are very lonely, with only a few shadows of people appearing occasionally.

As the car passed all the way, when it was approaching the Military General Hospital, there was a slight rain outside, and the hand stretched out the window of the car, so that people couldn't help but slap a spirit.

The hospital is not a good place, especially the operating room, which always creates bad associations.

When Zhou Jiao came, Mrs. Cheng was sitting with her father outside the door of the operating room and waiting, with Cheng Ruzhu and his wife and guards beside her.

At this moment, all the people looked at the operating room with serious faces.

Zhou Jiao pressed her chest, trying her best to make her heart less active.

Seeing her mother walking up to the old lady, she walked up to Cheng Ruzhu herself and asked quietly, "Sister, how is the situation now?"

"Not very optimistic, still rescued."

Zhou Jiao realized that Cheng Ruzhu's eyes were red and swollen under the light. She opened her mouth and suddenly found that all comforting words were useless.

Not long after waiting, a middle-aged soldier who was relatively unfamiliar to her came into the corridor and walked to Lao Cheng accompanied by several soldiers.

"The chief..."

Old Cheng shook his head at the opponent, "How are the other soldiers?"

"The operation has been completed."

"That's good, you take them to rest early."

"We will wait with you for a while."

Hearing this, Cheng Lao didn't speak again, holding the old lady tightly with one hand, looking at the operating room with full concentration.

Time passed bit by bit, during which the operating door was opened once, and a nurse hurried out, then hurriedly pushed back into the drug cart.

Looking at the other's nervous expression, no one dared to make a slight movement, for fear that it would interrupt the operation inside, and the atmosphere was so depressed that people could not breathe for a while.

After this wait, more than four hours passed.

The door of the operating room finally opened, and this time a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat came out.

Seeing this familiar figure, Zhou Jiao hurriedly stood up, her legs were a little numb after sitting for a long time, if it weren't for her mother to help her, she almost fell.

During a pause, Mr. Cheng had already asked, "Doctor, how is my grandson?"

The doctor took off the mask and said, "The operation was successful, but the patient lost too much blood and is still in a coma. If he can't wake up within the next 24 hours..."

Although the doctor didn't say the next thing, everyone knew what would happen and could only pray that the child would wake up early.

Zhou Jiao looked at Cheng Shaoning who was pushed out later.

Yes, she already knew that this was Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family.

This is the youngest grandson of the Cheng family and the youngest son of Cheng Siyu, the second child of the Cheng family. He has not yet arrived at the age of thirty this year, and is the oldest son of the second cousin of the Cheng family.

This is a kid who yells to inherit the glorious mission of his grandparents, and is a sunny man who is proud to be a soldier.

Zhou Jiao remembered his heroic appearance in basketball, remembered his rogue behavior when he came from home to find the three Ping An brothers to practice recruits, and remembered the moment he grinned and announced that he was admitted to the military academy.

At this moment, he was like a mummy, full of bandages, lying on the bed he hated the most.

It was 11 o'clock at midnight when I was pushed into the intensive care unit.

The curse of 24 hours makes everyone unwilling to leave.

Looking from the glass, Cheng Lao and Mrs. Cheng, who were put on white coats after disinfection in the intensive care unit, sat there and kept watching the little grandson.

Cheng Ruzhu leaned her head on the shoulder of her lover Wen Congwen, and a deep voice sounded: "I don't know how to call my sister-in-law."

Miao Lishan patted her, "Nothing will happen. Now the child is tired and rests. He knows to get up at dawn. Normally, he needs to participate in morning exercises at this point."

"My sister-in-law talked to me on the phone a few days ago. She said that she had dreamed that Xiao Ning was covered with blood. After she woke up, she didn't dare to tell anyone. I also told her that her dreams were the opposite."

"Last year my sister-in-law told me that Xiaoning was almost 30, and she had to go on a blind date this time. I also told her that there was a nice girl in the unit. When the end of the year I let the two meet, I'll be early if appropriate. Happy affair, have a baby earlier..."

Zhou Jiao knew that she was talking to herself now, and others couldn't listen to comfort. After sighing secretly, she rubbed her painful temple.

After sitting for a while, she couldn't stand it anymore, squeezed the palm of her mother's hand, quietly left and went to the doctor's duty room.

"Little Junior Sister?" Seeing Zhou Jiao coming in, the middle-aged doctor just now shouted out, "Why are you here? Why is your expression so wrong?"

"Senior Brother Seven, is there any water?"

"Wait, I will pour it for you right away."

This Seventh Brother is one of her master's disciples.

According to her master, when she was young, she used to study Chinese medicine well, but she was going to specialize in western medicine some day, so she was almost interrupted by her master.

However, her seventh brother did not disappoint her uncle. Now the combination of Chinese and Western medicine has become famous in the industry, known as Yang Yidao.

Senior Brother Seven is a considerate gentleman. He put a bottle of glucose into boiling water to warm it from somewhere, poured it into an enamel jar and gave it to her.

Zhou Jiao took a sip, like a cat, and let out a contented sigh: "I finally came alive."

Senior Brother Seven gave her a funny glance, thought about it, and started to open a few drawers in the office, found a small packet of military compressed biscuits and handed it to her.

"Fortunately, I robbed the elder brother's dry food a year ago, or you would have to go hungry. Come on, run out at night, do you know the soldier who is undergoing surgery tonight, or want to inquire about the news?"

Zhou Jiao waved her hand, "I'm not hungry. As expected, it is my brother, so smart! Both are available. You forgot that the Cheng family is related to me?"

"No wonder! I performed the operation on Cheng Shaoning of the Cheng family tonight. I got three critical shots in the body, and the most serious bullet had only one line in the heart."

Zhou Jiao frowned, "So serious?"

"Otherwise, he will be sent back to Beijing immediately?"

After the seventh brother finished speaking, he tore open the biscuit packaging bag and handed it to her, "Hurry up, the patient didn't wake up so quickly, do you want to open a room next to him for you to sleep?"

If she had heard this in normal times, Zhou Jiao would surely couldn't help laughing.

But now she was lazily unable to raise her energy, just shook her head and asked if he had heard the front-line wind from the mouths of these patients. There is room for rebirth in the 1950s