Su Xuezhi received a call from Fu Mingcheng in the afternoon, saying that he had sorted out the medical records of his father before his death, but some of them were at Qinghe Hospital, asking her if she had time to go and select them together.

As the end of the semester, the courses for undergraduate classes have decreased, mainly based on student self-study and experiments. Su Xuezhi had no classes in the afternoon. The school wanted to preliminarily decide the content of the Boat King Memorial Showroom before the holiday, so she agreed and said that she would rush to Qinghe Hospital as soon as possible and ask Fu Mingcheng to wait for a while. But he said that driving was very convenient and he should pick her up faster by himself. Su Xuezhi had to wait for him, and finally took his car and arrived at the hospital together.

After sorting out valuable medical information and filing it, Fu Mingcheng said that Mrs. Kimura celebrated her birthday today, so Director Kimura did not come to the hospital and stayed with her at home. When he learned that they might come to the hospital today, he asked him to speak on his behalf and asked Su Xuezhi to go home with him for a meal.

Su Xuezhi considered that she had no contact with the other party and had some inconvenience, so she politely said, but Fu Mingcheng said that Director Kimura asked him to ask him if possible, be sure to invite her over and ask her for help if you have any questions.

Su Xuezhi really couldn't think of anything that Kimura would have to help him, but after saying that, it was hard to push him any more, so he followed Fu Mingcheng to Kimura's home.

On the way, Fu Mingcheng told Su Xuezhi that Kimura likes quietness and would rather go back and forth every day, live near a mountain village outside the city, and there is only one wife in the family. She came to China with him many years ago. The wife is usually at home, and the couple has a good relationship.

"You don't have to be restrained. Mrs. Kimura is of half Chinese descent and is very kind. You will know when you see it."

The Kimura family really lived in a very remote place. After leaving Nancheng, they drove for nearly ten miles before they arrived. They were near the foothills of a village. Outside, it looked like a remodeled Chinese-style quadrangle. Fu Mingcheng said that this was a private school in the past, but later the private school was closed, and the place was placed down by Kimura and converted into a residence. After entering, the courtyard was simple, with green pines and cypresses, neat and clean. The inscription at the door was Nanyangju three-character Chinese calligraphy, with round brushwork and dignified characters.

"These words were written by Mr. Kimura himself. He admired Zhuge Liang very much during the Three Kingdoms, so he named him Nanyangju." Fu Mingcheng explained.

Kimura and his wife came out to greet the guests.

It is indeed as Fu Mingcheng said, Mrs. Kimura was very gentle and had a gentle smile. She could not only speak Chinese, but also received very appropriately, which quickly eliminated the strangeness of her first visit. After the host and guest meeting, Mrs. Kimura took the guests who came to the door for the first time to visit the house briefly. Su Xuezhi saw a photo of a family photo of three people hanging on the wall of the living room.

Looking at the photos, it should be a young Kimura couple. She sat in her lap with a little girl on her lap.

Seeing that the guests were attracted by the photos, Mrs. Kimura smiled: "She is the daughter of me and Kimura Kwan. Unfortunately, she died of illness many years ago. We never had children again. So Kimura Kwan often told me that every time he helped the child heal his illness, he would feel that our daughter's life seemed to be able to continue in that child."

Su Xuezhi couldn't help but remember the fact that Kimura specially built medical files for Zhou Xiaoyu. Not only did the doctor be kind, but it was respectful, but there was such a past event.

It was dark early in winter. After dinner, Kimura invited guests to have tea. When talking about the lawsuit that Kiyowa Hospital had been involved in because of the accident in the operation, it was not only sighing that it was difficult to prevent postoperative infection, but also felt deeply guilty for his last mistake.

Nowadays, diseases such as sepsis and endocarditis are considered "terminal illnesses". Once they suffer, they basically die.

Just a few days ago, the Affiliated Hospital of the Military Medical School also treated an injured soldier. The soldier's wound was infected and turned into pericarditis. Although he and the principal tried their best to treat him, the soldier unfortunately died.

Su Xuezhi was at the scene at that time, watching the young soldier who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old died in front of him, and he was helpless.

Originally, penicillin could deal with infections like this.

Now that Kimura talks about this issue again, Su Xuezhi felt increasingly the need to produce antibiotics earlier, and then he realized that the medical licenses for Qinghe Hospital have not been restored yet.

After Kimura finished speaking, he turned to Su Xuezhi, knelt on the tatami, knocked on the ground with his forehead, saluted respectfully to her, and said, "I am very ashamed. Although I know I shouldn't speak, I really have no choice. Because there is no permission in this regard, many patients have been driven away before. I want to ask Su Jun for help in this matter so that the hospital can resume normal medical activities as soon as possible."

Su Xuezhi hurriedly gave up the gift and said that he was willing to help, but he really didn't know what he could do, so he told him not to be so polite.

Kimura said that the power of medical management lies with the police station. He had also contacted Sun Mengxian before and wanted the police station to re-appoint experts to review the Qinghe Hospital in order to issue a license again. But Sun Mengxian probably didn't want to be too much, and this matter was kept under control and refused to handle it.

He heard that Su Xuezhi and the garrison commander He Hanzhu were not only relatives, but also had close friends on weekdays, so today, he invited her to take advantage of his wife's birthday and begged her to help him and transfer the hospital's difficulties to He Hanzhu, hoping to take action and solve it.

Su Xuezhi was very surprised.

She always felt that she had a fair relationship with He Hanzhu and had no private contact. I don’t know when, in the eyes of others, she and him were already so familiar with him?

As a doctor, Su Xuezhi naturally understood and sympathized with the difficulties of Qinghe Hospital. Seeing this, he had to say: "Actually, Commander He and I are just relatives who are far away from each other and don't have much contact with each other. I am afraid that I will not have any influence on him. Mr. Kimura, you should have misunderstood. I am powerless, so I dare not agree to this matter, for fear of delaying your business. However, as far as I know, Commander He is also an open-minded person, so I suggest you find an opportunity to ask for a meeting directly, or write a letter to state your predicament. It is related to medical care and people's livelihood, and I believe he will not ignore it."

Kimura thanked her for her advice and said she would try as she said and contact her as soon as possible.

After the visit, it was past eight o'clock in the evening and it was raining heavily outside because it was in the mountains and the temperature was even lower. The sound of beans sprinkling sounded on the tiles above my head, and hail fell again.

If you stayed there, you were afraid that the road would be even harder to walk. Fu Mingcheng and Su Xuezhi said goodbye to their master and drove out of the mountain along the way. Unexpectedly, they had just driven out a few miles and encountered the road ahead collapsed and the car could not drive.

It is remote here, with only a few villages nearby. At this time, except for the headlights, the road was pitch black and there was no one to see. It was unrealistic to abandon the car and walk back to the city. There was no way. After driving back, I could only stay at Kimura's home tonight and wait until dawn tomorrow morning before leaving.

Mr. Kimura drank some wine in the evening and had already gone to bed. His wife arranged for the guests to stay for the return guests.

The bedding was enough, and according to the Japanese habits, it was easy to lay on the floor. It was simple and convenient. She asked the two of them whether they would live in the same room tonight or each room.

Although Su Xuezhi has begun to get used to sleeping in the same room with boys who sleep together, in her feelings, Jiang Zhonghuai and the others are both buddies, and there is almost no gender distinction.

But Fu Mingcheng is naturally different.

Before Su Xuezhi could speak, he heard Fu Mingcheng beside him say, "I am used to sleeping alone at night. There are people next to me, afraid that I can't sleep well. Please help me and Su Jun arrange their own rooms."

Mrs. Kimura smiled and agreed and went to prepare.

Su Xuezhi didn't expect that he had the request of sleeping alone. He just happened to save himself from speaking, looking at him, and turned to him when he saw him, and smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, it's not that I don't want to live with you. It's really because I don't sleep well, I'm afraid I will disturb your rest."

Everyone has their own privacy, Su Xuezhi certainly understands it, and if you can't get it, you just say it's okay.

The room was ready, and it was not yet arrived at 9 o'clock in the evening, so I went to bed earlier. Fu Mingcheng invited her to sit in a small seat. The two of them sat around the mud stove. He used the fire to warm a pot of sake and burn pine branches.

The ears were very quiet. The pine branches were beating in the fire, and there was a rustling hail on the roof of the tiles.

Fu Mingcheng had a very interesting conversation tonight, so he took the initiative to tell her about his past study in Tokyo, and also talked about sleeping with his roommates. He said that because of different living habits, there were many inconveniences. Later, he applied for independent accommodation and moved out, so he was able to live a peaceful life.

"Su Xuezhi, are you really used to living now? If you need it, it is inconvenient for you to speak. You tell me that I can say a few words for you."

Su Xuezhi has rented a house and can only go out once a week now. He can go out at any time by preparing for the Ship King Memorial Showroom.

Although there is still some inconvenience in daily life, the most difficult time has passed, and this semester is about to be on holiday, not long before long. If you move to sleep alone for no reason, you will be afraid of unnecessary suspicion and side-eye.

She thought about it and said that she would not need it for the time being, thank him for his kindness.

It depends on the final assessment results. If you fail to achieve your goal, you will have to choose someone who doesn’t have the next semester and stay in a living room and think of a way out.

Fu Mingcheng should be fine.

The wine temperature was ready, and he took it over and wanted to pour it for her.

Su Xuezhi hurriedly stopped him and said that he would not drink.

She gradually discovered that she now has a very shallow alcohol content and will react when drinking a little. She is afraid of something, so she refuses to drink outside.

Fu Mingcheng looked at her, but did not force her to persuade her. She poured a glass, took a sip, and smiled and said, "That's right. I remember that last year was almost this time. At the provincial medical school on Christmas, you accidentally got drunk and fell out. I met her and sent you back to your uncle's house."

He sighed: "It's really time, it's only one year, but things change. Now when I think about it, I feel that things at that time seem to be extremely far away."

When Su Xuezhi heard him mention the past, she recalled it hard and finally remembered it. It seemed that there was something really happening. At that time, it seemed that his hands and feet were still a little bit broken. He took him to the infirmary to deal with it and then sent it back to his uncle's house.

But that was all the past and had nothing to do with him. Su Xuezhi didn't want to mention it very much. In addition, when he was distracted just now, he remembered the trouble he had been bothering him these days about the last time he caused to He Hanzhu. I don't know if it made him suspicious. He was a little absent-minded. After responding a few words, he said he was a little sleepy.

Fu Mingcheng immediately stood up.

Su Xuezhi said goodbye to him, returned to his room, closed the door and washed up, and fell asleep.

She couldn't get used to sleeping on the floor, and she was worried. The next day, she got up at dawn and found that it was snowing outside, and the surroundings turned into a world covered in silver.

Fu Mingcheng also got up early.

After breakfast, a servant from Kimura's family came back to report that the nearby villagers had cleared the road.

The two said goodbye to Kimura and his wife and were preparing to return to the city.

Next to a snow-capped road leading to Kimura's house, there was a person standing at this moment.

It's He Hanzhu.

He left the city at around five o'clock this morning.

He couldn't wait until he could sleep all night last night. He was driven by the burning unhappiness and anger in his heart. He couldn't wait and came here early in the morning.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how the daughter of the Su family, a lie and a female liar, would show her appearance when she exposed her disguise in person.

From afar, he saw the wooden door open, and the host and his wife came out and took the guests attentively.

A figure caught my eyes.

She came out! Standing on a stone step under the eaves, looking around.

The wind blew her neat short hair, her eyes bright and her eyes shining brightly.

He Hanzhu always felt that she seemed to be about to see her, but suddenly she felt a little guilty. She subconsciously took two steps back, stood still, and looked over again.

She wore a fish-white suit and regular jacket with plaid breeches underneath. She might not have expected that it would snow suddenly, and her clothes looked a little thinner.

She had a scarf on her hand, which was unfolded and tied to her shoulders at will. At this time, Fu Mingcheng also followed her out and opened the umbrella for her.

She turned her face, smiled at the other party, seemed to thank her, then took the umbrella, took it, stepped on the snow, and walked towards the car parked outside the door.

Fu Mingcheng immediately came up and helped her open the car door.

She nodded to Fu Mingcheng, put her umbrella together, then bent down and sat in.

Fu Mingcheng also got on the car.

He Hanzhu looked at this scene and felt that she and Fu Mingcheng were very close.

All the annoyance and dissatisfaction that made him unable to sleep all night last night seemed to have suddenly disappeared with this feeling.

Fu Mingcheng started the car, warmed the car, and drove out slowly.

He should have gone up immediately, called her out of the car, took her away, and questioned her.

Fu Mingcheng couldn't stop him.

As long as he wants to do it, no one can stop it.

But he stood up and couldn't move. He just watched Fu Mingcheng drive, took her away, and gradually disappeared from the end of his sight.

A gust of wind passed, and in the rustling sound, several clusters of snow fell from the branches above his head, splashing into his collar.

The ice and snow stained the heat from the skin under his clothes and quickly melted, extending down along his back.

The underwear quickly became wet and cold.

His heart, which had been filled with anger for the most part of the night, seemed to follow, slowly cooling down the temperature.
To be continued...