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

On this occasion when thousands of families are reunited... of course, don't worry if the reunion doesn't happen.

In the Xiao family in Yanjing City, Comrade Zhuo Neng put down the phone in his hand amidst the sound of firecrackers.

Although there was a lot of movement outside the window, my lover's voice on the phone was not small either.

Is it Gu Yi's call?

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

Looking back now, there is really no one like me who can become the commander of the navy.

Then I thought again.

Hey, isn't there an airsick air force commander accompanying him?

Dad, thinking about the little story on the phone, Comrade Zhuo Neng decided there was something wrong: Have you ever heard of Zhang Boju?

Who? From which military region?

...from Gongxian Hutong, Zhuo Neng already knew that the other party did not 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 seemed to have just been restored last month...

…

Yanjing Peking University Hospital.

Although it is getting late, those who stick to their posts are still holding on.

New year, new atmosphere!

After the re-opening, the hospital's new leadership team has just been established.

At this moment, we are working overtime to prepare and restart!

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

inpatient department,

The 18-bed ward on the third floor looks more popular than ever.

Zhou Ruchang, Zhu Jiazhu, and Qigong, three gentlemen in their 60s, were standing and sitting around a bed.

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

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

Unfortunately, after asking around, there is no way!

But it doesn't matter, as long as they continue to keep in touch, they will...

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

It's already so late, you'd better go back quickly,

Although Zhang Boju was very happy to see his three old friends, he still waved his hand and said, Not even the bus will be there soon.

Qi Gong looked back at the door: Don't worry, let's wait until the nurse comes to urge us again before we leave.

Zhu Jiaxin looked at Zhang Boju, who was extremely thin, with heartache in his eyes: Don't worry about us, have a good rest and rest in peace.

Zhou Ruchang frowned: This place is so noisy, how can I feel at ease?

Alas, Qi Gong said, We can't do much to help you. We can only sit with you for a while.

Zhang Boju, who was on the hospital bed, covered his mouth with a square handkerchief and coughed a few times: It's okay. Apart from not being able to sleep well, everything else is fine.

You guys should go back quickly, Mr. Zhang's lover Pan Su was worried: It's freezing outside, and it's even harder to leave when it gets dark.

It's okay, Zhu Jiazhu didn't care at all: My legs and feet are fine, it's hard for them to tell me.

Pull him down, Zhou Ruchang said, I don't want to sit in a sedan now, so you'd better save it!

Yuan Bai, Zhu Jiazhu looked at Qi Gong: Did you hear that I told you to save it?

Qi Gong smiled naively: I'm not afraid of falling. It'll be okay if it breaks. I just moved in to keep brother Cong Bi company.

Hey, Zhu Jiazhu slapped his thigh: Yes, this is also a solution. We elders can just live in together.

Call Brother Cong Wen and Shi Xiang, Qi Gong said, Let's see if we can make a room for eight people.

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

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

Zhou: Hey!

What the three people said sounded like the truth, and Zhang Boju and his wife covered their mouths in joy.

The dark clouds that had been gathering over the past few days have faded a lot with my eyesight.

Unfortunately, before the fun could last for a while, the woman on the bed next to her started quarreling with her family members.

He is so sharp-tongued that even three educated people cannot match him.

Then, the two beds opposite also started to squeeze.

In the eight-bed ward, men and women live together, and the accompanying family members all have their own stories and worries.

The voices kept coming, and the more they spoke, the more complicated they became...

Look, don't mention how bad it is!

Alas~

well!

By this time, it was quiet in front of Zhang Boju's hospital bed.

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

In the corridor outside the ward, there was suddenly a mess of footsteps.

Dean Hu.

Dean Ma.

Horse Courtyard

Hu Yuan...

As the sound of Dean approached, the ward gradually became quiet.

Then, everyone looked at the door in unison.

Here we are, this is it, a female doctor's voice sounded outside the door: Patients with 35 beds live in this ward.

After their footsteps paused for a moment, they sounded again.

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

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

He walked directly towards bed No. 35.

Excuse me,

Dean Hu, who was nearly 80 years old, personally asked: Are you Zhang Boju, the patient in bed 35?

The patient on bed 35, who was half leaning on the head of the bed, had not recovered yet: Yes, I am Zhang Boju.

Director Ma, who was in his 60s, put on a stethoscope and said, Where do you feel uncomfortable now?

I... Zhang Boju lost consciousness for a moment: Why am I uncomfortable?

Dean Hu, who came in a hurry, took over a medical record folder from a doctor before he had time to ask more questions.

In the last month of 1979, two great doctors, Hu Chuankui and Ma Xu, both received notification of their appointment as president of Peking University Hospital.

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

Even after their heartbeat stopped, they continued their path to great medicine in another way.

These two men were both teachers and friends, and they were the two remains that were later displayed in the anatomy building of Peking University for research.

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

Seeing the serious expressions of these two people, the people beside the hospital bed panicked.

Zhou Ruchang, Qi Gong, and Zhu Jiajin lowered their hands and looked around.

Why did you alert the dean?

Looking at Zhang Boju's wife Pan Su, she was already panicking: What...what's going on? Did his wife find out something?

Dean Hu, who was flipping through the medical records, did not directly answer the patient's family, but directly asked Ma Xu: How is it?

Director Ma, who was holding a stethoscope, pushed back and forth on several key points: It's not as bad as they said, but to ensure safety, it's better to do a comprehensive check-up.

Exactly what I thought.

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

Dean Hu: Old sir, don't 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 you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us in time.

Okay, this time, Zhang Boju and his wife nodded together: Absolutely.

After the two courtyards finished speaking, they turned and left.

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

Old sir, you are tired.

Old sir, thank you for your hard work!

Mr. Zhang, you didn't eat tonight, okay?

Mr. Zhang, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Wait a moment, we will help you choose a ward right away.

Have you made contact with the cadre ward in Building 6?

Quickly, go implement it again...

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

No need to be secretive, just be positive!

…

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

After arranging the arrangements for the three leading ladies in music, Jiang Shan also sat at his dinner table.

The third child,

Jiang He on the side is looking forward to Jiang Shan's return: I regretted it as soon as I returned home after buying the monkey ticket this morning.

Jiang Shan ate the dumplings without raising his head: What? Do you regret buying less?

I was influenced by you and only bought 10 sets. Jiang He felt that this was not in line with his style: Thinking about the story about the Hong Kong stamps you told me that day, the more I thought about it, the more I regretted it. After lunch, I hurriedly ran out again Philatelic company.”

How many more did you buy?

Buy shit,

It’s the first day of the Year of the Monkey, and it’s a very busy day.

Jiang He: I arrived at Nan-Jingdong Road at two o'clock. From a distance, I saw that the crowds of people in the morning were gone.

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

That's right, Jiang He took a long puff of cigarette.

This... this is too fast! Jiang Shan shook his head: I really didn't expect it.

It seems that the phenomenon of unsold monkey tickets in some cities has not happened in Pujiang.

There are even more unexpected things!

What?

I parked my bicycle and walked over to take a look. There were already several people selling monkey tickets in front of the philatelic company.

Um?

It's two cents a piece, and you can save ten cents if you buy the whole page.

you bought?

I'm crazy, Jiang He said: He dared to sell something for 2 cents in the afternoon for only 8 cents in the morning. That's not how you make money.

Although money can indeed be made in this way, but...

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

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

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

... Jiang Shan chewed the dumplings fiercely, with a look of hatred on his face:

One yuan a piece? Didn't you listen to what my brother said just now? What costs 8 cents in the morning is 2 cents in the afternoon. With your psychological price of one yuan, it's also called collecting? I'm better at collecting stamps than you!

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

Well, Jiang He made a bold assumption: I also have this plan. Maybe in a year, this little stamp will be worth 10... yuan.

Jiang He deliberately lengthened Shi's voice to reflect his high rate of return.

Oh my God, Chen Peisi's eyebrows flew with excitement: How much is it?

There are 80 monkey tickets in a set. If each ticket is increased to 10 yuan, it is 80 times 10...

In other words, Jiang He showed a different long-lasting smile than before: Every set of things we bought for 6 yuan and 4 will become 8...

Chen Peisi laughed loudly with him: 800 yuan~

What if there are 10 sets?

Ten thousand yuan household!

Hahahahaha.

Jiang Shan also followed: Hahaha.

The atmosphere has reached this point, let’s have fun first!

…

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

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

Paired with the smashed red firecrackers all over the floor, it’s full of New Year flavor.

At this moment, Zhu Jiajin and Qi Gong, wearing thick coats and velvet hats, walked into the alley with their hands in their hands.

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

Yongyu...