A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Cheng Huaixia is a very nice person, she speaks easily without pretentiousness, and treats her patients as warm as a spring breeze.

Deng Zhihua had a beard on his face like a baby, and Director Lu didn't want to shave it no matter how he persuaded him, and looked like a savage.

However, Cheng Huaixia never treated Deng Zhihua differently, and his work attitude was serious and responsible.

"After a while, Company Commander Deng will be able to go downstairs to bask in the sun."

Shu Ange raised his head and glanced at the window. The curtains in Room 308 were wide open, and the sun shone through the glass window.

Cheng Huaixia talked to the siblings for a while and left. Shu Ange arranged Song Hongqi's clothes and asked with a smile, "Brother, what do you think of Nurse Cheng?"

"How about what?"

Song Hongqi was not yet enlightened in terms of feelings, and was a little confused by her sister's question.

"I heard that Nurse Cheng hasn't talked about the object yet..."

Shu Ange lowered his voice mysteriously, Song Hongqi blushed, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, Nurse Cheng is very nice, it's time for people to misunderstand."

After hurriedly saying these words, Song Hongqi added: "My parents didn't send me a letter saying that they have already engaged me in the village. They belong to the Duan family in Dayao Village. They should be Duan Xiaosui."

The family also attached photos with the letter, but Song Hongqi had been busy performing tasks at that time.

When the task was over, he was seriously injured again, so he didn't have time to report the marriage to the army.

Song Hongqi also had another consideration. His injuries were too serious, and he might have serious sequelae such as disability, which would make it difficult to stay in the army in the future.

Although in front of the outside, Song Hongqi vowed that even if he was paralyzed in bed, he would not give up hope and would make money by pasting paper boxes.

But he was really hesitant about starting a family and starting a business.

Disability is not a trivial matter, and he can't selfishly drag others down for a lifetime.

I heard from my family that Duan Xiaosui was several years younger than him. He was only twenty this year, which was the best age for a girl.

"Brother, do you like Duan Xiaosui?"

After staying in province G for a month and a half, Shu Ange never mentioned Duan Xiaosui, and Song Hongqi didn't ask who the family had ordered for him. This was the first time the brothers and sisters talked about her.

"Hehe, it's good to look at the photos. My parents think it's suitable. It's just that in my current situation, isn't talking about marriage hurting other girls? Half a month ago, I had asked someone to write a letter to my family, asking them to lift the situation. family."

When he said this, Song Hongqi was not without regrets.

The man is married and the woman is married. He has been in the army for so long, watching his brothers all marry wives and give birth to daughters and boys, how can he not be envious.

Shu Ange really didn't know that Song Hongqi handled things so neatly that he had already asked someone to send a letter home to dissolve the marriage.

Counting the days, the reply letter from home is about to arrive.

But, with Duan Xiaosui's character, would he easily agree to dissolve the marriage?

It was almost time for lunch, Shu Ange pushed Song Hongqi back to the ward, Deng Zhihua looked at her eagerly: "Is it about to start dinner?"

"Not yet. I'll wait a while. I'll go home and get it. Today is Shouzi Duck Soup and Yipin Tofu. I've also made soy milk."

Deng Zhihua smiled all over his face, and was about to wag his tail at Shu Ange.

At this moment, the nurse Xiao Wu knocked on the door and came in: "Company Commander Song, a letter from your family!"

His face was full of joy, happier than he had received the letter.

In these days, telephones were not widely used, and sending telegrams was expensive and unaffordable. Writing letters was the most cost-effective way to communicate.

The thick kraft paper envelope was handed over to Song Hongqi by Xiao Wu.

He held the letter to his chest and was excited for a while, then carefully opened the envelope with his thick fingers.

Inside were two stacks of letters, one with "Song Hongqi" written on the back and "Song Hongshan" written on the other.

"Sister Shan, this letter is for you."

Song Hongqi directly handed the letter to his sister, and he opened the four manuscript papers with his name on it.

The manuscript paper is full of words. Judging from the tender and crooked handwriting, it should be dictated by the parents and written by the younger brother.

Some characters are too complicated and Song Hongxing can't write, so they use pinyin or other characters instead.

"Brother, you read the letter first, and I'll come over for dinner."

Shu Ange stuffed the letter into his pocket, and after getting off the elevator, unfolded the letter and read it line by line.

Cai Aiqin and Song Guangliang asked her if she was still used to it in G province, and told her to take care of herself. They also said that the school teacher had visited her home and brought her a certificate and prize. The village cadres also visited the house twice, and brought her a pen and two notebooks as a reward.

From the crooked handwriting, she could see that this should have been written by Little Red Star, and she could also see that the original owner's parents were very concerned about their daughter.

After instructing Shu Ange to do a good job, Cai Aiqin and his wife talked about the situation at home again, which hen had a nest, a duck was lost in the family, and which relative was married again.

At the end of the letter, Cai Aiqin instructed Shu Ange to come home when his eldest brother is better, and don't delay school. She also asked her to persuade her eldest brother, don't go to the horns, and don't let down Duan Xiaosui, who was waiting in her hometown.

After reading the letter, the family home arrived, Shu Ange went home to pack the food, and walked towards the hospital with two insulated buckets.

"Hongshan is bringing food to my eldest brother again. The little girl is so good at cooking that she can smell the fragrance from afar."

"Thank you Grandma Song for your praise. I made a few bottles of mushroom sauce and I'll send them to you later."

"Hey, how embarrassing this is. It's not easy for you to make some mushroom sauce. My relatives in my family have brought some new beans, and I will share some with you in the evening."

Shu Ange was young and received a lot of care in the family's courtyard. She also reciprocated, sharing the pickles and sauces she had marinated with everyone.

Everyone helped her with their own heart, and they really didn't want to stutter.

It's just that Shu Ange's cooking skills are really good, and the corridor is filled with a fascinating fragrance every day, so they accepted the sauces and pickles that she sent, and turned around to send her some fresh ingredients.

When Shu Ange returned to Ward 308 again, Song Hongqi had already read the letter sent from home, with a mixed expression and some hesitation.

"Brother, let's eat first, Company Commander Deng, let's eat."

Shu Ange arranged the rice and vegetables, and put chopsticks and spoons on the plate.

Since the right hand can move, Deng Zhihua refused the feeding of nurse Xiao Wu and insisted on eating by himself.

The Shouzi duck soup is filled with fresh duck breast and thin diced ham, as well as water-fat mushrooms, egg whites, and water-fat winter bamboo shoots.

Yipin tofu is white as jade, soft and tender, palatable and refreshing, making people reluctant to let go of chopsticks.

"Brother, does today's first-grade tofu suit your taste? When your injury is completely healed, I will make meat first-grade tofu for you, put shrimp, sea cucumber, scallops, crab roe, bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms, chicken, green beans, etc. ."

In Deng Zhihua's eyes, this plain one-grade tofu is already a delicacy in the world, and when he listened to Shu Ange talking about meat dishes, he swallowed greedily.

"Little Hongshan, I also want to eat meat and tofu."