My girlfriend is from 1949

Chen Huai'an's honeycomb briquettes were severely out of proportion due to his lack of experience.

After all, as a modern person, I've used natural gas since I was a child, and I used natural gas again when I rented a house in college. I've never actually used honeycomb briquettes.

Being able to create a model is already quite an achievement.

It's obviously impossible to expect someone who has never used it before to accurately adjust the optimal ratio.

Because of the imbalanced ratio, the combustion will inevitably be incomplete, and therefore it has no reference value.

It's good enough that it can be made to look decent, what more could you ask for!

When I return to the modern world next time, I can bring the downloaded files with me.

Alternatively, you can find an offline manufacturer, buy a pressing machine, and they can provide the formula.

Moreover, honeycomb briquettes are easy to make; in big cities, machines are used, while in small places, they can be made by hand using pressing tools.

By setting up a cooperative, a few people can start production.

It's very simple!

However, Chen Huai'an's piece needs to be baked for a while longer to set because the proportions weren't right and too much water was added to the mud.

Otherwise, if you take it away before it's dry, it will easily fall apart.

This process requires baking for at least two more hours.

That's why Zheng Changlin planned to go to the hospital and then come back in person to pick it up.

The timing was perfect, both ways.

Chen Huai'an frowned and hurriedly asked, "Director Zheng, are you sick or something is wrong?"

I have the utmost respect for this "King of Spies," a predecessor who dedicated his life to the country.

Although some problems arose and things went wrong in the years that followed, by the 80s, his reputation had been publicly restored and he had gained the organization's recognition.

All of these materials were also sent to Beiping.

I believe that after the central government sees this, the original trajectory will change.

Because you met someone you shouldn't have met, there might be some consequences, but things will never go back to the way they originally were.

The fact that Zheng Changlin is still in his post at least for now speaks volumes.

Most importantly, he remains the director of Bureau 306, which is enough to prove the central government's trust in him.

After all, Game 306 was the most important trump card of the new China, concerning the nation's destiny for the next century.

Such an important unit would never allow an untrustworthy person to serve as its director.

Although the Party Secretary is keeping an eye on things, if the Bureau Chief has ulterior motives, the destructive power he can cause is extremely terrifying.

Therefore, the fact that he is still serving as the bureau chief represents the central government's intentions and shows that he is a trustworthy comrade.

Hearing that he was going to the hospital, I was naturally concerned.

Lin Wan's pretty face was serious, and her big eyes also revealed worry.

For the past six months, I have been working under Zheng Changlin's leadership and have great respect for this superior.

If anything happens to his health, it will affect the work efficiency of Bureau 306.

Moreover, with the advancement of modern technology, except for certain incurable diseases, it is possible to treat them.

If you have any other illnesses, you can buy medicine from the future world.

In the past few months, Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan have sent a lot of medicines to the leaders in Beiping.

If the bureau chief gets sick, they can also buy medicine in modern times.

Zheng Changlin smiled and waved his hand: "I'm not sick, I'm just visiting someone in the hospital."

Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan were relieved to hear that it was a visit to someone in the hospital.

However, the next sentence immediately made my heart jump again.

"Old Zhang is sick and is currently hospitalized."

Lin Wanxiu clenched her fists, her large eyes filled with worry.

Old Zhang was her former superior, responsible for security work in Bureau 306.

In just a few months, many spies who attempted to spy on Bureau 306 were captured in the vicinity.

Because Bureau 306 was protected by a full-strength main force regiment, ordinary people simply could not get close.

So they disguised themselves as villagers from the neighborhood and loitered around the area under the pretense of collecting firewood or something else.

As a result, they were all wiped out by Lao Zhang.

In the past few months, we have achieved remarkable results.

Unexpectedly, he's now sick and hospitalized!

Chen Huai'an also frowned, a hint of worry flashing across his face.

He had a very good impression of this second underground party member he met.

Moreover, everyone now lives together, including Wang Hai and Du Hengtai, all of whom live in this villa.

We are neighbors and good friends.

I especially remember the things that were given to me at the drop of a hat, like submachine guns and American-made grenades.

He hurriedly asked, "What illness does he have? Is it serious?"

Knowing about Lao Zhang's illness, he can also go back to the modern world to buy medicine.

Zheng Changlin smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's just that you're overworked and have a fever."

She continued working despite being ill and fainted; she was taken to the hospital in the afternoon.

The doctor gave her an IV drip and said she would wake up once the fever subsided.

The older generation had a high level of enthusiasm for their work, and working while sick was the norm for them.

Many of our predecessors were sick, but they insisted on continuing to work so as not to delay their duties, until their bodies could no longer hold up and they collapsed at their posts.

Old Zhang got sick and developed a fever because he was overworked and lacked enough rest.

In order to avoid being taken advantage of by enemy agents, he insisted on working while ill, which made his condition worse and worse, eventually causing him to faint and be hospitalized.

Chen Huai'an thought for a moment, then turned and instructed, "Aunt Zhang, could you please prepare some canned fruit and canned luncheon meat for me? I'm going to visit a patient at the hospital!"

Canned fruit and canned luncheon meat were rare treats in 1949.

Although we have purchased a lot from modern times, the demand from our 400 million compatriots in China is still very large.

Moreover, for ordinary people, having enough to eat is the most important thing.

Even when displayed for sale at cooperatives, people usually refuse to buy them.

Canned food remains a high-end luxury item.

Only during holidays and festivals can I buy a jar for the children to try.

The large quantities of canned goods purchased from modern times were mainly shipped to the Soviet Union and to Western countries in exchange for needed resources and machinery.

Canned fruit is still not something that ordinary people can eat casually.

Right now, everything is focused on construction.

Only when the country is well-developed can people's lives be improved.

Although it is a luxury item now, as long as we get through the most difficult period.

Five years from now, everyone will be able to enjoy sweet canned fruit!

Soon, Aunt Zhang brought over several cans of food and packed them into a mesh bag.

The canned goods that are precious outside are naturally plentiful in Chen Huai'an's home.

There is also an underground shelter containing enough supplies for three people to live on for a week.

Canned fruit, lunchboxes, and compressed biscuits are all in stock.

It's for preventing unexpected situations, allowing people to hide underground and wait for reinforcements.

Although the probability is almost zero, all necessary preparations must be made.

Chen Huai'an, carrying the canned food, stood up and said, "Let's go."

The way it looks now is reminiscent of visiting someone in a hospital in the 1960s or 70s.

The three of them rode in the same car and drove straight to the East China Military Region People's Medical College.

Decades later, this hospital became a Grade III Class A hospital under the administration of the People's Liberation Army Navy.

dong dong dong~

The three of them arrived outside the ward and knocked on the door.

Old Zhang was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully looking at several photos in his hand.

Upon hearing the knocking at the door, he instinctively and quickly put the photos he was holding back into the brown paper bag.

This is a habit formed through years of experience as an underground party member.

After all, what he had in his hands were photos taken while he was under surveillance and suspected of being a spy.

This secret must never be seen by anyone else.

If the nurse changing the dressing sees this and accidentally leaks the information, the spy could escape.

That's why it was immediately put into a brown paper bag.

However, upon seeing the three people who entered, the wariness on his face disappeared, and he immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Director Zheng, Comrade Huai'an, Comrade Lin Wan, what brings you here?"

He asked in surprise while struggling to sit up.

However, I still have an IV drip in my hand, so I can't exert much strength.

However, her complexion looks normal, so she should be fine now.

For a common fever, as long as the patient is in good physical condition, the body temperature will drop quickly after receiving antipyretics.

Zheng Changlin said with a smile, "Our capable assistant is sick, so as the leader, I naturally have to express my condolences on behalf of the organization."

He joked as he placed the fruit he was holding on the table.

These fruits were bought at a department store on the way here.

Although they were just some small apples and a bunch of bananas, their appearance was far inferior to that of modern products.

But in this era, it's already a luxury.

Ordinary families simply cannot afford to buy it to eat.

Chen Huai'an also placed the canned food on the table next to him, and then sat on the empty bed next to him.

Seeing that Lao Zhang was in good spirits, a smile appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but complain, "You, Lao Zhang, you weren't feeling well and didn't even tell me. Don't you consider us friends?"

Their relaxed and casual demeanor suggests that they have a good relationship.

After all, they usually live together in the big villa.

Every time Chen Huai'an came from the modern world, he would bring some good things and then treat everyone to a meal.

Knowing especially well Lao Zhang's taste, he particularly loves stir-fried crayfish.

So every time I come here, I bring a few kilograms with me.

Everyone sat together in the evening to eat crayfish, drink beer, and discuss work. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

So without being polite, I tore off a banana, sat down on the empty bed next to me, and started eating it.

Although it doesn't look as good as modern bananas, it tastes soft, sweet, and fragrant, and it's quite nice!

Given Lao Zhang's status and rank, he naturally didn't need to stay in a large ward with seven or eight people.

So the hospital arranged for me to stay in a double room.

However, he is the only one in the ward right now.

Old Zhang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I thought I could just endure it and get through it, but I didn't expect..."

He's almost 50 years old, and his physical condition isn't what it used to be.

I thought I could grit my teeth and get through it, just like when I was young.

Unexpectedly, this time it got worse and worse, and in the end, he even fainted.

He was rushed to the hospital by his colleagues.

Fortunately, it's not a serious problem. He seems to be clear-headed and in good condition.

Just then, the nurse came in and changed a bottle of medicine.

He touched her forehead with the back of his hand and nodded, saying, "Your fever has gone down. I'll go get a thermometer to check your temperature."

When Old Zhang heard Nurse Hu say that his fever had subsided, a look of relief appeared on his face.

He muttered to himself, "I'll go back to work as soon as the IV drip is finished."

Their determination to return to work immediately was extremely firm.

Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan tried to persuade him to rest for another day, but he wouldn't listen at all.

Zheng Changlin, however, used his authority as a leader to forcefully demand that I stay in the hospital for one more day.

Under orders, Lao Zhang reluctantly agreed.

The four of them sat in the hospital room, talking about how they cared about each other's health, and then they started talking about work.

In particular, there were in-depth discussions and exchanges regarding the security of the base.

Old Zhang also reported and exchanged information about the recent situation with enemy agents.

Overall, the arrival of Xu Hongchuan and another person dealt a fatal blow to the secret agents.

Although other groups were also active, they were terrified.

Everyone is being very careful now, and no one dares to make any big moves.

The road leading to Tianma Mountain became a no-go zone for spies.

Tianma Mountain is in the suburbs, and the people along the way were very nice.

Anyone who goes there will be immediately discovered.

A simple investigation is all it takes to break through the defenses of the hidden agents.

Moreover, a regiment is stationed there, making it a military restricted area.

Could someone appearing nearby have no ulterior motives?

However, after some spies were arrested, they have recently calmed down and dare not try to take any more tricks against Tianma Mountain.

After all, from an external perspective, a main force regiment is stationed at Tianma Mountain, so it's not surprising that the military restricted area is heavily guarded.

Sending spies to gather information was based solely on the perception that military bases held intelligence value; no other considerations were taken into account.

These spies would never have imagined that the number one top secret in the country was hidden at the foot of Tianma Mountain.

If they knew, they would probably send people to their deaths as cannon fodder just to find out the result!

The four of them chatted for more than an hour, and a large bottle of medicine was finished before the nurse came in to replace it with a new one.

Then, fifteen minutes later, the nurse came in with a thermometer to take Lao Zhang's temperature.

While waiting, the nurses were present, so no one could talk about work.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

Chen Huai'an changed the subject, jokingly saying, "Nurse, you said you were going to get a thermometer, but we've been waiting for over an hour. We thought you'd forgotten."

The nurse was around thirty years old, so calling her "sister" wouldn't be wrong.

It was originally just a casual joke, something he made up to talk about.

Unexpectedly, the nurse said with a bitter face, "It's not that I forgot, it's just that there are too many people who need their temperature checked. They just finished checking over there and came over."

The severity and urgency of illnesses vary, and for many patients who have just come for a consultation, their temperature must be taken immediately.

Only after confirming the situation can targeted medication be administered.

On the contrary, Lao Zhang's temperature had been taken after he was admitted to the hospital, confirming that he had a fever and was already taking medication, so there was no need to worry.

Even if you take another test and it confirms that you have a fever, so what?

I'm already on an IV drip, so whatever the test results are, it won't matter.

So they prioritized testing those in urgent need, and only those citizens who were eager to confirm their condition came here after they had been tested.

There are many people coming to the hospital for treatment, and it takes several minutes to have each person's temperature checked.

So it's normal that it took more than an hour.

Chen Huai'an looked surprised after hearing the explanation.

This seemingly reasonable explanation feels somewhat strange.

After all, he has lived in modern times for more than 20 years, so his first reaction is often that of a modern person.

In modern people's minds, this thing is something that almost every household has, and it's very common.

I couldn't help but ask, "Nurse, are there any shortages of thermometers in the hospital right now?"

The nurse nodded: "It's not just our hospital that's short of thermometers; other hospitals are in the same boat!"