There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

What our son said is very reasonable. I think the senior brother was frightened for a moment. The old man has saved so many lives, and even the Lord of Hell dare not accept him.

Zhang Guoqing echoed his son's words and squeezed her palm. Very good, the fist has been loosened, and finally his son's hard work has not been wasted.

Zhou Jiao smiled bitterly and nodded at him.

——No matter how much the father and son exaggerate the facts, her master is already old after all.

Zhou Jiao sighed secretly and turned to look out the window. She has been a disciple for so many years and has never seen any abnormality in the old man's health, but now?

Moreover, her senior brother was the most stable person. His expression didn't change even when he went to the battlefield for treatment. How could he be easily frightened? The only possibility is that the problem is serious.

faint?

Zhou Jiao closed her eyes and recalled carefully the recent safety check-up at his old man's home, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

The speed of driving on May Day is good, and there are few people traveling at night, so there are only one or two buses passing by on the road occasionally.

When he arrived at the Military General Hospital, it was very close to the ten minutes he had expected.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Jiao quickly pushed open the door on her side. Before Zhang Guoqing could come out, she started to run in. Then she remembered something, Did your uncle tell me where he is?

At this pause, Zhang Guoqing and his son had already rushed out of the car, standing beside her on the left and right.

Wuyi took her hand and said, Follow me. He really forgot to ask this, but if he fainted, he should be in the emergency room.

In the Military General Hospital, it was really hard for Zhang Guoqing to run away with his wife in his arms. He was not afraid of any influence. He was not hugging a wild woman by hugging his own wife.

But seeing his younger son hugging his wife and running away first, Zhang Guoqing could only follow closely.

Dad, hurry up.

Zhang Guoqing was too lazy to speak, he was right next to his mother. So talking about a son is all bad stuff. He won't take care of his wife?

At the entrance of the emergency room, there were 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers surrounding him. Zhang Guoqing inquired and found out that the person undergoing surgery here was not an old man at all.

He glared at his son, grabbed his wife and walked out. He really has no hair on his lips and can't do his job well.

Dad, I'll go to the front to find the doctor on duty. You take care of my mother first.

roll!

If it weren't for the wrong timing and wrong place, I would almost laugh on May Day. He is so naive! Why don't you see that his mother is much more relaxed now?

I don’t know if he often hangs out with those rough guys, but I like to be straightforward when it comes to things.

When he returned from May Day, Zhang Guoqing also found out the location of Dr. Hu's ward.

The family of three arrived at the place and pushed open the door of the ward. Zhou Jiao immediately rushed in. At a glance... oh, there were quite a lot of people inside.

In addition to Uncle Hu and Aunt Hu, there are also the senior brother Zhu Ling and the seventh senior brother and his wife.

Zhou Jiao pushed aside the people on the hospital bed and immediately saw Dr. Hu lying on the hospital bed. At this time, he had his eyes closed and a large bottle hanging from his wrist.

Zhu Ling stood up and pushed a stool to her, Junior sister is here, don't rush, sit down and catch your breath first. After saying that, he motioned to Zhang Guoqing and his son to sit on the sofa by the window.

Zhou Jiao shook her head and sat sideways on the hospital bed. She reached out and touched the old man's right hand that was hanging with salt water. She wanted to check the pulse first, but she was worried that the needle would be deflected.

How did she think her master was really haggard? Yesterday she saw him with a rosy complexion and a smile that was no different from Santa Claus.

Now, he is pale, set off by the white sheets and quilt, and the age spots on his face and hands are becoming more and more obvious under the incandescent lamp.

Senior brother, how is my master doing now?

Originally, Zhou Jiao wanted to ask Uncle Hu and the others first, but she still complained about them in her heart. It was actually her senior brother who informed her, why didn't she call her first?

She knew she was angry now. This idea is a bit too much, and I don't want to speak, because I am afraid that if I don't control my words well, my tone will hurt others.

Zhu Ling looked at the others in embarrassment.

When Zhou Jiao saw this, she immediately trembled, pursed her lips, and stared at him, It's serious? Tell me what you need, and I will find a way.

Zhu Ling sighed secretly, Little junior sister...

Seeing his hesitation, Zhou Jiao frowned and looked at Senior Brother Seven, Go on, I can hold on.

The seventh senior brother rolled his eyes at the ceiling when he heard this. After his wife pulled his clothes, he blinked at Zhou Jiao and looked at Doctor Hu.

Zhou Jiao's heart ached. It turned out that her master's condition was so serious that it was difficult for her brothers to speak in front of him, even when they were asleep.

Zhou Jiao secretly wiped away the tears that had just fallen from her eyes, looked at her master deeply, turned around and walked out.

On the side, Zhang Guoqing and his son faced their backs, but Uncle Hu and Aunt Mute, an old couple, were pouring tea for them and standing beside them.

The father and son looked at each other and looked at each other. In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhou Jiao turning around and leaving, and immediately stood up to follow.

Wuyi poked his father and winked at him, then he stopped and turned around and walked to the bed...

In the corridor outside the ward.

Zhang Guoqing looked at Zhou Jiao and then at the two senior brothers who came out immediately after him. He opened and closed his mouth. He couldn't just say whatever he had in mind.

However, seeing his wife so sad, Zhang Guoqing still put his arms around her and squeezed her arm very rhythmically. Hopefully he's right.

Zhou Jiao glanced at him doubtfully, then looked at Zhu Ling and the others, Senior brother, tell me, what's going on with the old man? Should I ask the senior uncle to come over?

Zhang Guoqing waited for her to finish her words, and then said, It's better to ask the master to come. I will make arrangements immediately to see if there are any military planes coming over there. If it doesn't work, I will apply for it for the sake of master and him.

Zhu Ling quickly waved her hand, No, no need, no need at all.

Zhang Guoqing felt relieved when he heard this and immediately waved his hand, Why is it unnecessary? You don't have to worry, I will go back and make arrangements now.

Zhou Jiao immediately grabbed him and turned to look at him in confusion.

What is this for? She didn't believe that Zhang Guoqing would leave in such a hurry. Besides, when it comes to military aircraft, they belong to the country. How can you be allowed to move them around for personal reasons?

When it comes to official matters, not to mention Zhang Guoqing, even her father will not mess around. What he just said was just like cheating on cucumber eggs.

The Seventh Senior Brother pushed Zhu Ling, turned his head away and looked outside, You are the boss, you come to speak.

Zhu Ling couldn't help but quarrel with him, Now you know that I am the boss? Just now... Now that you know that I am the boss, you still don't obey my orders? Come on, you are better eloquent than me.

I don't know what to say. I'm late.

I'm going to tell my seventh younger sister that you have hidden several jars of wine secretly.

Then I'll tell my sister-in-law that you haven't quit smoking at all.