Chapter 960 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 56

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 960 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 56

Chu Changzong couldn't stop her, and he didn't dare to stop her forcefully anymore, so he just let her go.

In his life, as the director of the hospital, he had seen too many life and death, and the only one he couldn't let go of was Chu Jin'an.

Chu Jinan worked as usual, only to realize that a lot of things had happened during her absence. Liang Shangjun left and went to the front line, and the department was quite deserted.

The nurse joked: One of the two best surgeons in our hospital has left. If Dr. Chu leaves again, we will really have no backbone."

Chu Jinan smiled lightly and said nothing. He returned to the department and found a bouquet of lilies on his desk.

Fu Jingshen was wearing a burgundy suit, with a slumped and charming face. He put his hands in his pockets and said to her with a smile: "Thank you, my benefactor, for making up for the platycodon flowers last time."

Chu Jinan looked at him, but his heart sank to the bottom.

Fu Rongheng is not here, and the date of his return is unknown, ranging from a few months to a year and a half. I am afraid that Fu Jingshen... is ready to make a move.

No matter what, she will protect Beicheng.

Chu Jinan refused coldly: "No need."

Fu Jingshen didn't mind. He sent a lot of flowers to the hospital every day, and every little nurse had a copy.

No one knows what Fu Jingshen is going to do.

The Commander's Mansion was already deserted. Chu Jinan would pass by it when she went to work and never stepped foot inside. Today at work, she received a special patient.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Chu, for interrupting me." The man politely took off his gentleman's hat, "It's just that my train this afternoon will leave back to Huidi. If I don't see you, it will be too late."

"Is it you?" Chu Jinan remembered him. It was a windy day and she picked up a hat for him, but she didn't recognize him.

"I heard that Fourth Master mentioned you. I heard that Dr. Chu has superb medical skills and has been a famous name for a long time." The man said, "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Qin, and my name is Wen Zhang."

Chu Jinan remained vigilant.

Tan Wenwen made it clear that he really hoped that they could cooperate and invited Chu Jinan to join Huiqi's biochemical laboratory.

Chu Jinan felt that the matter was not that simple. The other party's enthusiastic and obsessed attitude when he mentioned biochemistry made her hair stand on end. What's more, the two sides are still fighting, and he refused neatly: "I am not very talented, but Mr. Tan thinks highly of me."

Tan Wenwen said goodbye to her regretfully and said that if Chu Jinan changed his mind, he could come to him at any time.

He has a high regard for Chu Jinan, so it doesn't matter if he refuses now. When Beicheng becomes his possession, Chu Jinan will not be able to refuse.

The fourth master’s woman, hehe, will not have to obey his orders then.

In his hand, there is still a trump card that can turn everything upside down!

Because of the recent events that have happened one after another, Chu Jinan has always been uneasy. Until the first good news came, the entire Beicheng was enveloped in an atmosphere of joy, and the admiration was beyond words.

Although Chu Jinan was concerned about what Fu Rongheng did before he left, it was just a personal relationship, and she was still sincerely happy about it.

Come to think of it...it won't be a big problem.

On the front line, late at night, the moon is high in the sky.

Looking north, the distance is endless, stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

The land is desolate and has experienced many lives and deaths. When the north wind blows, the sky is filled with dust.

"It's windy at night. My Fourth Master has been having a low fever these days, so I'd better avoid blowing the wind." Feng Lingzhi came from the darkness, putting a general-style coat on the man.

Fu Rongheng is their backbone, anyone can fall, but not him.

"Take a breath." He said calmly, the lines on his profile were clear and deep.

Fu Rongheng only wore a military green shirt. The desolate moonlight enveloped his whole body, casting paler shadows, but his back was straight and steep, like a mountain or sea.

While the yellow sand was flying all over the sky, what he stood at his feet were broken mountains and rivers, and what he carried on his shoulders was the righteousness of his family and country, which weighed heavily on his heart.

The weight of those years is too heavy. Once it becomes a concern for the country, it will no longer be able to allocate much energy and leave it to personal affairs.

He didn't care about the coat he was wearing, and looked in the direction of the north. Five hundred kilometers ahead, in the direction where the train passed, the whistle sounded long, and there was an old friend.

Feng Lingzhi followed his gaze and said, "I won the battle today. Isn't Fourth Master happy?"

"It's just the beginning, so why bother." Fu Rongheng's tone was indifferent, and he chuckled, "Nothing, I suddenly remembered a saying from the ancients."

"What?"

Fu Rongheng walked back, his voice became distant and clear to his ears.

"The moon is the brightness of my hometown."

Feng Lingzhi looked at his back.

The camp fire was dimly lit, and everyone gathered around the person in the center, talking to each other, high and low, discussing the deployment.

The military regulations are strict, but Fu Rongheng is not strict with trivial matters. There is no conflict between calmness and wildness in him. He is good at using people and decisive in killing. Everyone admires him from the bottom of their hearts.

Today's victory is just a shallow storm, and Fu Rongheng does not intend to stop there.

As the conversation continued late into the night, Fu Rongheng pointed out sharply: "Feng Lingzhi, you and Zhao Pengzhong led the main army northward to attract enemy firepower from the front."

Feng Lingzhi's expression turned solemn: "Yes!"

Zhao Pengzhong also nodded: "Fourth Master, don't worry."

He stood there, with his back as green as a mountain, and traced his fingers across the map, speaking concisely and concisely: "I will lead my elite troops deep into the enemy's belly and attack from behind."

After the two armies joined together, they formed a tendency to surround the enemy from the front and back, cutting off their retreat.

If the plan is implemented smoothly, Huichou will no longer be able to fight back.

Thousands of kilometers of land were condensed on an old map. He calmly drew a battle line that ran through mountains and rivers, and wars raged.

The candle flames crackled, reflecting the shadows of five or six people in the tent.

Fu Rongheng formed his troops and his voice was clear and powerful, making everyone's blood boil with excitement!

Only Liang Shangjun, who was leaning aside, frowned and objected. He felt that he was too risky and even if it was implemented, he would not have to take action himself.

He chuckled: "Others can go, but I can't? How can my life be so valuable?"

Liang Shangjun: "That's not what I meant."

When the smile faded, Fu Rongheng's voice seemed particularly calm: "I understand, but I can't always stand behind the soldiers and let them die for me."

He has great justice in his heart, and Liang Shangjun knows it.

He has a problem with Huigui, and Liang Shangjun also knows it.

But if he had known that the final result would be like that...he would never have let Fu Rongheng go that night.

Same moonlight, different time, different people.

There are people waiting in the dark for a long time.

"Adjutant Feng, long time no see." Tan Wenwen smiled slightly and opened his arms, "Welcome back, my ace!"

The moonlight spread toward his feet, reflecting a resolute face with a young white head. It was Feng Lingzhi.

As the days passed and the war continued, it became colder and colder in Beicheng in late autumn, especially in the north. It made people feel that the warmth of that summer was just a dream.

The only consolation is the letters of good news coming from the flames of war.

Chu Jinan's life went on as usual. He commuted to and from get off work on time every day, worked overtime occasionally, listened to operas and drank tea in his free time. The books he brought back from abroad were piled up on the bookshelves and boxes, some of which had already gathered dust.
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