Rebirth in 1963, starting from escaping from the bridal chamber

After Feng Baoliang left, Zhao Heping entered the room and started writing notes on last night's screening work.

Including the screening process, explaining the plot to the members, etc.

After finishing writing, I started to write to the members about the treatment, the corresponding treatment methods, the patient's feelings, etc.

Everything is written clearly, no matter how big or small.

He kept writing until nine o'clock, then he put away his notes and went to bed.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, which woke Zhao Heping.

Then there was a person's anxious voice: "Zhao Qianmao, Zhao Qianmao, are you awake?"

"A member of the club suddenly fell ill. He was frothing at the mouth and fell unconscious. If you wake up, come with me to have a look. Maybe you can save his life."

The man's voice was not loud, but Zhao Heping recognized that he was the militiaman who took him to a commune member's home for medical treatment in the afternoon.

Saving people is like putting out a fire.

Zhao Heping quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll get dressed right away."

As he said that, he got up quickly, without even bothering to light the lamp, and started getting dressed in the dark.

Fortunately, he didn't take off his autumn clothes and long trousers when he went to bed. He put his cotton coat and trousers on the quilt and kept them with him.

Just put it on.

So I got dressed in a short while.

Zhao Heping picked up the satchel he was carrying and touched the medicine and acupuncture needles inside.

So I put my bag on my back, opened the door and went out.

The commune compound outside was dark and quiet. They probably all went to watch a movie.

The militiaman was guarding the door. When he saw Zhao Heping coming out, he quickly came over and said, "Zhao Qianqian, it's great to have you here, otherwise we really don't know what to do."

Zhao Heping was eager to save people and said directly: "Don't talk about these things, saving people is more important!"

"Where is he? Take me over quickly and take a look."

"Okay, then come with me." The militiaman said and quickly led the way.

Zhao Heping followed closely behind him.

The two people walked out of the commune compound and walked through alleys.

Zhao Heping was sleepy and anxious to save others, so he didn't think much about it.

But after walking for a while, he felt something was wrong.

First of all, at this time, Feng Baoliang has not returned to the house to sleep, which proves that the movie is still being shown.

And the militiaman took him around. Although he didn't know where he was going, he was sure that it was definitely not the commune square where the movie was shown.

This is very strange.

You must know that in this era, rural entertainment life is scarce, so being able to watch an outdoor movie is a great enjoyment.

If you know where a movie is shown at night, even if it's a dozen miles away, adults and children alike will rush over to watch the movie.

What's more, it's still being shown in this commune?

Everyone comes out to watch the movie, no one is left out.

So what's the situation now?

The sick person was not in the square where the movie was being shown. Why?

And secondly, if there are villagers who did not go to the movie, how did the militiamen coincide with the meeting and know that the other party suddenly fainted?

All of this is so strange.

Zhao Heping had doubts in his heart and became more vigilant.

After all, it was all done in vain.

Just in case, he still had to be more cautious.

Thinking of this, he let out an ouch, and then whispered: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I seem to be running too fast and twisted my foot."

As he spoke, he sat down on a big rock beside the alley wall.

Without knowing it clearly, he really didn't dare to follow the other party anymore.

When the militiaman heard the noise, he hurried back quickly, obviously not expecting an accident.

Somewhat surprised, he asked: "Zhao Qianmao, are your feet okay?"

"How about I carry you there."

As he spoke, he squatted down and carried Zhao Heping on his back.

Zhao Heping said quickly: "No, my ankle is sprained and I need to massage it immediately to activate blood circulation."

"Just give me a few minutes. It'll be fine in a moment."

He put his hands on his ankles and started to give a pretentious massage.

While massaging, he said: "In this way, while I am massaging and activating blood circulation, you can tell me the details of the sick members, so that I can understand them in advance."

"After a while, we can better diagnose the cause."

"Who in the commune is sick? How old is he? How is his health?"

"How did you find out that he was suddenly ill?"

"What symptoms does he have when he is sick?"

This series of questions made the militiaman obviously stunned.

He really didn't expect that Zhao Heping would ask these questions.

After pondering for a while, he said: "Oh, the one who is sick is Zhang Baoshan, a member of the commune. He is less than 40 years old and is usually in good health."

"Tonight, I patrolled to his house and heard something strange. When I went in, I found him foaming at the mouth and then fainted."

"Other than foaming at the mouth, there are no other symptoms."

This answer is quite satisfactory, and there is no problem.

But Zhao Heping just felt something was wrong.

After all, the other party hesitated for a while.

If it's someone you know very well, and it's something you've just experienced, and you hear him ask, you'll definitely answer it out of the blue.

So, what are the militiamen hesitating about?

It's like I just thought of it and answered it on the spur of the moment.

So he continued to ask: "Is this Zhang Baoshan at his own home?"

"When you went in, did you find him in the house or in the yard?"

"He fainted at the time. What were he wearing?"

These questions are obviously not normal questions.

Therefore, the militiaman did not expect that Zhao Heping would ask these questions. He was stunned again, hesitated for a while, and then answered: "It was at Zhang Baoshan's own home."

"I heard the noise and went in and found him in the yard."

"He is wearing a tattered cotton jacket and tattered cotton trousers. What else can he wear in the winter?"

This last rhetorical question was obviously filled with emotion.

However, this answer made Zhao Heping even more suspicious.

At this time, Zhang Baoshan didn't go to the movies and should have gone to bed early. If he suddenly felt uncomfortable, he would definitely not have time to turn on the lights.

Not to mention the house, even the yard, was pitch black. How did the militiaman see clearly that the other party was foaming at the mouth?

Besides, if Zhang Baoshan suddenly felt uncomfortable and was already very uncomfortable, how did he get dressed properly?

He always felt that something was really wrong.

At this time, the militiaman urged anxiously: "Zhao Qianmao, are you feeling better? If you feel better, let's hurry over. After all, this is a matter of life and death."

He said he wanted to come over and help him.

Zhao Heping dodged for a moment, avoiding the other party's hand, and then said: "Wait a little longer, I will give you a massage, otherwise I won't be able to leave."

"But I'm curious. You said everyone went to see the movie. Why didn't Zhang Baoshan go?"

In his two lifetimes, he has been deceived enough.

Now that he knew something was wrong and he was alone, how could he easily put himself in danger?

Life has finally returned to normal, and he doesn't want to have another accident.