Chapter 967 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 63

Author: Feifei my heart

Chapter 967 Old Events of the Republic of China: Even indifference is still romantic 63

She turned around and walked into the tent, looking at her with pairs of eyes. The candlelight reflected Chu Jinan's determined face.

"Get ready for surgery."

She will try her best, she will try her best.

In public and in private.

The conditions for the surgery were rudimentary, let alone a sterile operating room. Fortunately, the equipment Chu Jinan brought back from abroad was strictly sterilized and passed the test.

When Chu Jinan was preparing for the operation, there were soldiers who looked for her with red eyes and asked her to save the Fourth Master.

Chu Jinan once again saw Fu Rongheng's importance in their hearts, but she could not make any promise: "I will try my best."

When she put on the surgical gown and took the knife, she found that her hands were shaking.

Chu Jinan stared at it twice, clenched and unclenched his fingers, and his joints made a clicking sound. He was numb from the pain, so he held firm.

"Is it okay?" Liang Shangjun asked in her ear.

Chu Jinan looked up at him and nodded slowly, his eyes as black as ink stone.

The incandescent lamp used for surgery was turned down, and the light was pale and bright, shining on everyone's faces that were preparing for battle, and also on him, and his breathing was long and thin.

He had never thought that her medical skills would be used on him.

The young man prayed every day and burned incense to pray for his peace.

Going round and round, we are back to the past.

Chu Jinan stood in front of the operating table, looking at his face, as if she wanted to remember it in her bones. Her heartbeat was slower and slower, listening to the howling wind outside, she silently said in her heart.

Fourth brother, I love you.

I love you.

In the deep silence of the night, time flies by against the clock. It is the most kind and cruel thing in the world.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Chu Jinan's forehead. The movements of his hands were steady and strong, and his blood was warm.

Liang Shangjun cooperated with her tacitly, and the space seemed to have stopped.

"Crack."

It was the sound of a bullet hitting the pallet.

The blood is not yet dry.

It’s also like the voice of everyone’s hearts falling to the ground.

After a long night, I finally got a glimpse of dawn.

Later, when I thought back to that day, it was the most difficult surgery Chu Jinan had ever done in his life.

The seventy-two hours after surgery is a high-risk period for disease onset. Some people survived the operating table but did not survive the infection period.

Chu Jinan did not dare to leave Fu Rongheng even an inch, and strictly carried out sterilization and disinfection, silently staying by his side and observing his physical condition after the operation.

I didn't get a good sleep for three whole days.

Liang Shangjun felt that she couldn't do this and advised her to rest, but she refused to listen and spoke calmly, saying that she was the chief surgeon and no one knew the post-operative infection period better than her.

After surviving three days, Chu Jinan reluctantly walked out of the operating room, went back to the room and slept for a while. Before leaving, he told Liang Shangjun to come to her in time if anything happened.

This sleep was drowsy and not very solid. Chu Jinan was afraid that something would happen over there, so he didn't dare to sleep well. But after staying up for three or four days in a row, his body couldn't hold on. Once he closed his eyes, he couldn't open them.

Dreamed about him again.

When he was a child, in the courtyard or in the house, keeping warm in the cold winter, he frowned and pulled off her thick red cloak and threw it on the shelf, laughing at her for wearing it like a ball, who put it on her.

At that time, there was idle chatter and laughter in the room, and you and I were talking back and forth. When I was still young and prosperous, the sound could be heard far away. The ginger soup simmering in the small kitchen was steaming, and magpies flew into the building under the eaves.

In the nest, an orange cat raised in the palace was lying on the snow, squinting his eyes and holding his hands.

It's like a world away.

Chu Jinan was awakened from her sleep by a voice. She opened her eyes and saw Liang Shangjun's face in the dim snowy light in the room.

"Doctor Chu, Fourth Master..."

Chu Jin'an's thoughts were still in chaos, and he was still thinking about Fu Rongheng's safety even in his sleep. At this time, he was woken up in a daze, and his thoughts naturally connected with those before going to bed, and white light flashed between the electric lights and flints.

She stood up in panic: "Did something happen to Fourth Brother?!"

In the darkness, Liang Shangjun wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Chu Jinan ran out in a hurry, ignoring his numb legs, like a gust of wind.

It was the night of December 4th, a cold winter day with heavy snowfall.

She hurriedly walked through the camp, leaving deep and shallow footprints. She didn't notice the heavy snow falling on her body, and went straight into Fu Rongheng's house——

The horrific picture I imagined did not appear.

He sat there calmly, propped himself up slightly, and when he heard the movement, he slowly looked towards her.

Chu Jinan's breath suddenly suffocated, and she froze on the spot. There was no light in the room, and she struggled to look at his figure in the slowly spreading snow light.

Their eyes met for a long time, in silence.

It was a snowy night outside. It turned out to be fresh snow. Old friends returned and they would eventually grow old.

"Don't cry." Fu Rongheng spoke before she started to cry. He was still a little weak when he spoke, but he smiled, and his voice was as clear and clear as when he was young. He stretched himself up and looked at her, "This is a good thing."

His voice, accompanied by the heavy snow outside the window, hit Chu Jinan's heart heavily.

It made her feel so sad and overwhelmed.

"Fourth brother..."

The words came out weighing a thousand pounds, and it was hard to describe how much she felt lovesick in her bones. She stumbled and threw herself in front of him, hugged his waist tightly, and just lay on the edge of the bed: "You finally woke up..."

The final sentence is so sad.

He smiled, caressing her back with his palm, vividly wanting to make her cry. In the dim clear light, he saw her reflection in his eyes, and responded: "Yes, finally."

The sound fell close to her ear and penetrated into her eardrums. It conveyed the vitality of thousands of sails passing by the side of the sinking boat, and held her in his arms at this night.

There was once the coldest wind and snow in the world, but now there is also the gentlest true love in the world.

At that moment, Chu Jinan put her arms around his waist and looked up at him, her heart trembling, and suddenly she felt as if she had truly entered his heart. From then on, winter passed and spring came, endlessly!

It was snowing brightly that night, and the appearance of people in the room was like a drama. He called her name, patted the bed with his hand, moved his body to the side, and asked her to come up.

He had just woken up, and Chu Jinan didn't even dare to cuddle up to him and sit on the same bed with him.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they were not in a hurry to talk. He was still weak after all, so he didn't say anything else and just looked at her carefully.

Chu Jinan was in exile in his eyes, and after a long time he came back to his senses. Without thinking, he reached out to unbutton his shirt, wanting to see his injuries, and hurriedly asked him if he felt uncomfortable anywhere.

Fu Rongheng held her hand and sighed: "Fourth brother has just gotten off the operating table. If you are so panicked, I'm afraid I will have to do it again."

He didn't want her to worry, he was really afraid that she would cry, which would cause his heart to ache.

Chu Jinan's hand was still on the second button of his shirt, and the back of her hand was covered by him. It was hot. She glanced at him complainingly: "What are you talking about? I hope you are well."

"Fourth brother knows." Fu Rongheng coughed twice and couldn't hold his body any longer. Chu Jinan asked him to lie down. He shook his head and said that he had been sleeping for a long time and was tired, so she had to get him a pillow to lean against.

The room was dim and dim. The bed was not big, so two people had to squeeze together, as if their hearts were connected.
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