So everyone knows that Lin Jun is injured and cannot take out the shrapnel on his head. Now he is tortured and can't get out of bed. He doesn't see Director Jin and Director Lin running to the city every night.

Zhao Ping was worried: I was so hurt at that time, but now there are no future troubles. Who knows Lin Jun | Chang him

Lin Yutong only said: Yes! Yes! But it is not easy to be able to live and persist for so many years without deteriorating.

After staying for a week, it seemed that it was fine. As a result, some old comrades from the grassroots level came, and everyone talked about the comrades who died together. Maybe they were so excited that Lin Jun | Chang's head started to hurt again at night.

Chang Qiuyun was serving him. Seeing that he drank two large jars of hot water in the air-conditioned room with a thick quilt, he covered his head and shouted pain, and his eyes flashed slightly.

She still called the doctor in a very anxious look, and then the doctor came over to see her. When she stretched out her hand, she felt sweaty, and her forehead was wet. When she lifted her clothes, she seemed to be all wet.

The doctor said: Change the thin quilt.

Chang Qiuyun held it with one hand: When the window was closed, he did not cover the quilt. He felt stuffy at night and wanted to open the window, so he had to have a thick quilt. This was not hot, it hurts.

But for this kind of pain, besides prescribing some painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, what other medicine can you use?

If you can't undergo surgery, any treatment method will be useless.

The doctor started painkillers again, and then said: The patient should not be tired or excited and must be careful in the future.

Chang Qiuyun took the medicine with her own hands and shouted: Baichuan, take the medicine. But she held the medicine in her palm and didn't feed it at all. She just did the feeding action and then gave her a sip of water.

Lin Baichuan swallowed it "gudong" and waved his hand and told everyone to go out. Then he opened his eyes a crack and said softly: Did you see it?

I'm stupid!

Do you know if you are so worried about me? Chang Qiuyun just twisted him, why is it not easy to pretend? You pretend to be sick!

Lin Baichuan 'sshshed': Don't quarrel for more than ten years, I'm sorry for you and your parents. I've never been a deserter! I can't catch any place, I'll attack wherever I can't catch any place, wherever I'll chew wherever I'll chew. Just give a command, I'll never frown. But now it's not all comrades who are all comrades at that time. There are no so-called enemies. I think I'm a deserter just for my mother, you and your children.

What happened? Chang Qiuyun was a little anxious.

Lin Baichuan frowned, then shook his head gently: You just think that I want to go back to the field. Find a quiet place, open two acres of wasteland at the door, and support your mother in the old age and see you off, and accompany you to the sunrise and sunset. When you are free, you don’t have to work for anyone else.

Chang Qiuyun put his hand on the man's forehead and patted him: It's up to you! It's okay, even if you go back to your hometown to farm, there's nothing wrong with it. As I said, what I want is just a peaceful and peaceful family.

Lin Baichuan's situation is a patient who cannot determine the situation. He says he will be sick, but you can't say he is not sick, but he says he is not sick, and no one can treat him as a patient.

What to do in the end?

The local military hospital has no choice but to send it to Beijing.

I spent a month in Beijing. Domestic and foreign experts consulted a lot, but the conclusions I came to were the same. The risk of surgery was too great. Although I now have occasional headaches and unbearable headaches, at least I have no worries about my life.

However, given this situation, Lin Baichuan is temporarily unable to join the work.

So he was given a year off and rested in the sanatorium.

Where is the nursing home?

There is Cuiyun Mountain in the suburbs, and the level is not low. There was a palace in the Tang Dynasty, and Jiang used to stay here. There were only a dozen villas on the mountain, and four or five outstanding people lived in it. There were a group of guards down the mountain. It was not that easy to go up the mountain.

While peeling oranges, Jiaoyang watched the flowers and plants at the entrance of the villa and the grandfather who was preparing to grow vegetables asked: Are you really sick?

Is there any false illness? Lin Baichuan answered seriously.

Jiaoyang pouted: The head doesn’t hurt anymore?

It usually hurts at night. Lin Baichuan continued to sweat and open his vegetable garden with a stance, as if he wanted to do something big.

Jiaoyang is a lie! Snoring louder than anyone else at night, and you dare to say that you have a headache.
Chapter completed!