I became beautiful by eating melons

Ye Rou got on the jeep and left in a hurry.

After a moment of silence at the banquet, a heated discussion broke out.

Everyone knew that the reason why Secretary Du was so nervous was that the old leader must be physically exhausted.

It had long been assumed that Liang Yushan would be the chief.

Everyone in the compound knew that Jiang Chen married Commander Liang’s daughter.

The number of people surrounding Jiang Dehai instantly doubled.

"Professor Jiang, you have a good son!"

"Congratulations, Professor Jiang!"

Jiang Zhao pulled Song Xiaoqin and stood in the corner with a gloomy expression.

Everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Chen.

No one cared about Jiang Zhao's wedding.

The more he thought about it, the more hateful he became, and he pinched Song Xiaoqin's hand even harder.

Song Xiaoqin's face was twisted in pain and she shook his hand off, but Jiang Zhao, who was furious, slapped her in the face.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the slap was not loud.

But Song Xiaoqin was in great pain. She covered her cheeks and tears welled up in her eyes.

Jiang Zhao watched her cry coldly, without any coaxing or comfort, and even felt a little relieved.

After a while, Song Xiaoqin cried enough, wiped away her tears and smiled sweetly.

Jiang Zhao sneered.

Song Xiaoqin didn't look at him.

She knew she was shameless, but after having tasted the sweetness of life in the military zone, she naturally did not want to go back to her previous hard life.

No matter how hard or tiring it is, this is her choice and she is willing to endure it.

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The military hospital has become a mess.

In the middle of the night, the hospital was still brightly lit, and the yard was filled with Red Flag vehicles and jeeps.

Armed soldiers guarded all exits of the hospital.

All the doctors were kept in the lobby on the first floor.

The stairs from the first floor to the fourth floor were full of people.

They were all high-ranking officers with military ranks. Ye Rou followed Secretary Du to the fourth floor. Ying Qin, Li Weijun and Liang Yushan were all there.

There were two people pressing next to him, one was a soldier who often guarded the door for the old leader, and the other was a young man Ye Rou had never seen before.

His eyes are domineering, but seem familiar.

Ye Rou met his gaze. The young man knelt on the ground, struggled hard but to no avail, and roared:

"Du Yun, my grandfather is seriously ill, and you found a little girl here. I think you sincerely want him to die! You ungrateful bastard, you eat and drink from my grandfather, are you looking forward to my grandfather's death so that you can take over sooner?"

Du Yun stared straight at the young man, his sharp glasses revealing an undisguised murderous intent.

The moment Ye Rou blinked, Secretary Du suddenly jumped up.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the young man's brow, and Secretary Du's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"The old leader will not die, shut your stinky mouth."

His voice was extremely cold, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly poked into the man's forehead, using such force that the man's head tilted back.

The young man was afraid at first, but soon he started shouting fearlessly.

"Du Yun, do you think I'm afraid of you? If you have the guts, kill me." The man held the gun and pointed it at his forehead. "I think you think my grandfather didn't die fast enough, so you want to kill me to piss him off!"

"Shut up!" Du Yun yelled. Veins popped out of his hand as he held the gun, and he was shaking from the force.

Seeing that something was not right, Li Weijun, Liang Yushan and Ying Qin, who knew the inside story, surrounded them and brought their men to separate the two.

Li Weijun said irritably: "Shut his mouth and take him to another ward!"

"Li Weijun, how dare you touch me!"

Two soldiers held the young man on the left and right, gagged him and dragged him away.

Ying Qin pulled Ye Rou over and said anxiously, "Xiao Rou, go in and see the old leader."

Ye Rou was also anxious about this matter.

She pushed open the door of the ward and her eyes turned red.

The light in the ward was not bright, but to take care of the old leader's eyesight, the dim light was very warm.

The old leader was leaning back on the hospital bed, wearing round reading glasses, and still reading a book.

He was in very good condition, better than the condition Ye Rou had seen him in the past few days.

Her face was ruddy, her voice was loud, her eyes were bright, and when she saw Ye Rou coming in, she said with a smile, "Ye girl, you're here."

The sourness in Ye Rou's heart rushed to her eyes.

She knew this situation all too well.

Back to light.

The old leader was approachable and treated juniors like Ye Rou with kindness and care. Ye Rou didn't want such a good person to die.

She walked stiffly to the bedside and took out the acupuncture kit with trembling hands.

"Ye girl, don't bother."

The old leader smiled and stopped Ye Rou's actions.

Ye Rou paused, lowered her head desperately, suppressed the sourness that surged to her eyes, picked up the golden needle, raised her head and forced a smile, "It's time for me to give you the acupuncture."

The old leader looked at her helplessly.

Ye Rou refused to give in and stared at the old man stubbornly.

The old leader sighed, but still did not refuse Ye Rou.

Ye Rou inserted the golden needles one by one, concentrating her mind and mobilizing her internal energy to use the rejuvenation acupuncture technique, but it was all useless.

The vitality in the old leader's body was constantly draining away. No matter how much internal energy Ye Rou put into it, it could not be retained and would soon dissipate.

A fishing net full of holes cannot retain the fine golden sand.

Ye Rou was not discouraged. After pulling out the golden needle, she took out her notebook.

"This method doesn't work, I'll try another one."

Her hands were shaking slightly as she flipped through the book, but her expression was highly focused, and she was constantly deducing the acupuncture techniques in her mind.

Until the old, wrinkled hands pressed on her notebook.

Ye Rou raised her head blankly.

The old chief said with relief: "Little girl, it's not that your medical skills are not good, it's that I'm old, and this day will come sooner or later. Thanks to you, I live longer."

Ye Rou suppressed her tears and said unwillingly: "Let me try again."

The old leader shook his head. Seeing that the little girl was about to cry, he suddenly blinked and a childish look appeared on the old man's face.

"I watched your speech at the opening ceremony."

He pointed to a pile of newspapers on the bedside. The first page was the column that Fang Zhuang wrote for Ye Rou.

The title is clear and concise: Red Miracle.

Ye Rou couldn't keep up with the old leader's jumping topics. She was confused for a moment, and her fox eyes with tears in them showed a rare dull look.

The old leader smiled kindly.

"Ye girl, can you tell me about the red miracle you saw?"

Ye Rou stood up, took the old leader's hand, and said softly: "Go and see for yourself. The future of China will not disappoint you."

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【Confirm to use. 】

The system's blue light enveloped the old leader.

The old leader’s eyes went dark, his body became lighter, and he floated in the darkness, but soon he saw a very bright light.

He walked towards the light, and as if penetrating through fog, the world became clear before his eyes.

Below is the map of China that he has looked at countless times and is deeply engraved in his mind.

The country stretches endlessly, with no end in sight.

He felt curious and was about to take a closer look when the scenery below suddenly changed.

With Beijing as the center, high-rise buildings were rising from the ground, gray roads were laid out like a spider web, electric lights were lit one by one, and a green iron train whizzed past him.

The moment he dodged sideways, the people walking beside him had their clothes becoming brighter and brighter, their faces becoming more rosy, and their eyes becoming more confident.

In the blink of an eye, the green train disappeared, and in its place was a huge machine roaring towards us with a huge buzzing sound.

He sat on the behemoth, from north to south.

The old leader was worried at first, but later his brows became more and more relaxed.

Fifty years of history is like a long river, roaring and turbulent.

The students in blue and white school uniforms, full of youth, passed by him and ran towards the future.

The soldiers lined up in neat rows and saluted him.

Doctors, firefighters, police, special police, cleaners, scientific researchers, code writers, directors, anchors, internet celebrities...

He knew about the professions that were just beginning to appear, and later more and more emerging professions sprang up like mushrooms after a rain. He was dazzled by them all, but he smiled more and more happily.