Break out of the courtyard

"After drinking a bowl of medicine, I feel better!"

"Me too, I was shaking from the cold just now, it will be much warmer now!"

"Haven't you noticed that no one has had diarrhea since the little doctor pressed our stomachs?"

……

Just when Yi Zhonghai was debating whether to go to the old Chinese medicine doctor for a follow-up consultation, the group of people on the left who had dysentery and cold actually thanked Zhang Heping and left, laughing and talking!

This change made Yi Zhonghai feel lucky. Since his wife took the heart-protecting medicine prescribed by Zhang Heping, she has not had heartache recently. What if... she is really pregnant!

When Yi Zhonghai excitedly supported the aunt, Silly Zhu supported the deaf old lady with a gloomy face, followed by Xu Damao, Yan Bugui and other onlookers to find the old Chinese medicine doctor, there was a quarrel outside the gate of No. 95 Hospital. God, everyone is gossiping about whose seed the deaf old lady is pregnant with.

On Zhang Heping's side, Xu Damao ran back happily after sending away some thirty people who were not sick and came to see the doctor.

"It's Hua Mai! Lao Li from Zhima Hutong has a Hua Mai pulse. The aunt and the deaf old lady both have Hua Mai pulse!" Xu Damao shouted this three times as he ran back and forth.

Then, he gloated back to Lou Xiao'e and Qin Huairu, and whispered about what he had just witnessed, "Old man Li said that women who are not sick have Hua Mai, and their Hua Mai is sick, hehe... "

Not long after, Yi Zhonghai came back with a gloomy expression and his hands behind his back. The aunt behind him had a disappointed look on his face, the deaf old lady had a dark face, and Silly Zhu and Yan Bugui followed them talking and laughing.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai and others about to enter Courtyard No. 95, Xu Damao immediately perked up, "Look, I'm speechless and unable to refute. Brother Heping said she has Hua Mai, so that's Hua Mai!"

"Grandson, don't be so careless. The deaf old lady and the aunt are sick, not happy!"

Hearing Si Zhu's excuse, Yi Zhonghai entered the courtyard without stopping. Just now, he was so stunned by the happy pulse that he neglected the deaf old lady. If he tries to defend himself again, it will only get darker and darker.

After Zhang Heping sent away another person who was not sick and was looking for a doctor, he called Sister Du, the clerk who issued food stamps, and said:

"Aunt Du, please ask the people in the queue behind if there are any people with diarrhea and fever. I want to close the stall. I spent the whole night helping rescue people in Houhai last night, and I was sent to Chaoyang District for rescue this morning. I want to Go back to sleep."

When Sister Du heard this, she quickly dispersed the irrelevant people, and finally there were only five patients left to queue up.

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In the evening, after Zhang Heping returned home with his family, he first ran to set up the antenna and turned on the radio to search for the latest news.

Her mother, Ma Xiuzhen, heated up the food and brought it over. She talked about the situation in her hometown with half happiness and half worry. Everyone was fine, but she didn't know what to do in the future!

"Why don't you think about it?" Zhang Heping said casually: "The country will help them!"

While everyone was using their chopsticks, Lao Zhang used his bowl to pick up some vegetables, put two steamed buns into the bowl, and then stood up.

Then, the mother and three sisters all looked at Zhang Heping who was eating a lot of food.

When Lao Zhang silently walked to the door, Zhang Heping suddenly said: "What do you think I'm doing?"

"That's Comrade Lao Zhang's biological mother. How can I not give her food?"

"If I want to force her to bow her head, I can just force Zhang Cuishan to work the night shift."

"But it's not necessary. I think it's good to eat separately now. After all, we are separated."

The eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi interjected: "Brother, grandma wants to donate 5 kilograms of stick noodles to the street office."

Zhang Heping frowned and glanced at his eldest sister, "I already explained this afternoon, there is no need to donate food! When you go to deliver cornbread to the Nanluoguxiang sub-district office these days, can't you just ask your eldest cousin to ask her to go with you?"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he let out a breath and went to No. 6 Courtyard easily.

The reason why Zhang Heping spoke so bluntly tonight was because his father, Zhang Bing, rejected his grandma's request in the afternoon and stood by Zhang Heping's side, making Zhang Heping feel that his contribution to him had not been in vain for more than a year.

Only then did he say a few more words to express his attitude so that Lao Zhang wouldn't feel uncomfortable being caught in the middle.

It was night, and it started to rain heavily again. Fortunately, it stopped raining the next morning.

Zhang Heping sat for a consultation outside Hospital No. 95 for a long time. In the afternoon, Director Qi asked him to come over, and he sat for a consultation outside the Houhai Subdistrict Office for a long time.

On the 11th, the urban floods began to subside, putting pressure on downstream areas.

The Shibide Decoction for treating dysentery and wind-cold provided by Zhang Heping was approved by Director Qi after being proven effective by the sub-district offices on both sides. However, because the prescription provider was only 13 years old, it was not immediately verified.

On the afternoon of Monday the 12th, Director Wang from the subdistrict office received a call from the school and told Zhang Heping to return to school.

After Zhang Heping returned to school, he helped clean up the dead branches and leaves on the campus, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

After the lights in the school dormitory were turned off, everyone had a heated discussion before going to bed.

Some people said that Lao Mo's restaurant was ruined, the zoo was flooded, and many animals were moved to our school's zoo.

Some people said that Xinhuamen Street was flooded. He caught a huge crab there, and someone else caught a turtle.

Some people say that he guarded the moat, delivered mud in straw bags, and participated in the battle to protect the embankment!

Zhao Jianguo expressed dissatisfaction, claiming that he rescued all the way from Dongzhimen to Louzizhuang, killed thousands of large winter melons and eggplants with paddles, and fled. After that, he went up the dam embankment with various rescue teams and ate from large airplanes. Discarded pancakes and other rescue food.

But Zhang Heping smiled and said nothing, unwilling to think about the turbid flood...

For the next three weeks, the sun was blazing and the sky was rarely decorated with clouds, as if a heavy rain had used them up.

The military training ended on August 8 before Zhang Heping was able to go home and learned from his parents that many of the victims had vomiting, diarrhea, colds and fevers.

Fortunately, my grandpa listened to Zhang Heping's words and got some medicinal materials to boil the plague soup, so nothing happened.

As for the others, Zhang Heping didn't care much. He had already submitted the prescription for Shiyi Decoction and the proposal for the prevention and treatment of dysentery, so what else could he do?

I went back to school on the afternoon of Sunday, September 9st. I chose the class committee in the evening. I elected an extra deputy squad leader. The other class committee members remained the same. Everyone seemed to be used to it.

At the school-wide teacher-student meeting on the morning of the 2nd, a long list of names of students who had performed in flood fighting and disaster relief were commended. Zhang Heping was among them and was mentioned.

A flood seemed to have ended just like that.

During self-study that night, squad leader Huang Wenli came back from the meeting and announced that preparations for this year’s National Day performance had begun!

Then, the whole class looked at organizing committee member Zhang Heping in the left corner, waiting for him to reveal the chorus song that he had composed for nearly a year.

As everyone banged the table and started making noises, Zhang Heping walked up to the podium with a smile.

"I think that when many classes choose programs this year, they will choose our Young China." Zhang Heping said with a smile: "For example, Class 1."

"Come on! I even threw up during the military training!"

"Whoever likes to sing can sing, I don't want to sing anymore!"

"Organizing Committee member, please sing the new song for us!"

Faced with the enthusiasm of all the students, Zhang Heping asked the entertainment committee member to lead the members of the music interest group to get their instruments, and everyone quietly went to the large conference room, lecture hall, and studio to assemble in a big house.

After Zhang Heping picked an accordion from the instruments he had brought, he tried it a few times, stood on the high platform, and sang with the expectations of the students in the audience:

My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment;

Wherever I go, a hymn flows;

I sing to every mountain, I sing to every river;

There is smoke from cooking stoves, small villages, and ruts on the road;

My dearest motherland, I will always stick to your heart; you use your mother's pulse to tell me...