Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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"This is Mr. Zheng Youqi, once an outstanding military officer. He retired due to injury thirty years ago. His three sons are all heroes of China." He paused, his eyes slightly red. "They all died while on missions protecting national property and the people."
Three sons, all sacrificed? Three martyrs from one family?
Song Yun felt heartbroken when she heard this. How painful it must be for this old gentleman to suffer such blows one after another!
"Mr. Zheng!" Song Yun saluted Mr. Zheng.
Mr. Zheng immediately stood up, returned the military salute, and said with a smile, "I have heard of your deeds a long time ago. You are very talented and a role model for us soldiers."
"You're too kind." Song Yun said quickly.
Mr. Zheng shook his head, a look of embarrassment on his face. "I came here today to make an unwelcome request."
Perhaps fearing that Mr. Zheng wouldn't speak up, Deputy Commander Xu spoke for him, "It's like this. Mr. Zheng has a granddaughter, their only child. Five years ago, after news of their eldest son's death reached them, their eldest daughter-in-law received the pension and returned to her parents' home with their daughter. Six months later, she remarried and moved to Xia City with her daughter. The two elders were quite open-minded. As long as the child was doing well, it didn't matter whether she was in the Zheng family or not."
"Who knew that not long after, the eldest daughter-in-law wrote to me, saying that the family she married into was not well-off and could not afford to support Tingting. She was reluctant to part with Tingting, so she asked the two elders to send Tingting some living expenses every month so that Tingting could get by a little."
Mr. Zheng took over the conversation from Teacher Xu. "To support our child, my husband and I sent Tingting twenty yuan every month. Two years later, Tingting's mother wrote again, saying that the child was older, expenses were high, and she still needed to go to school, so she asked us to send more. So the twenty became thirty. Sometimes we missed our child and called her, but Tingting's mother always found excuses not to let her answer the phone. Once, my husband threatened to stop sending money if she didn't let Tingting answer the phone, and she finally agreed to let Tingting talk to us. But before she could say a few words, the phone was snatched away, and Tingting's voice was obviously not right."
Mr. Zheng's face showed an anxious look. "A while ago, Tingting's mother suddenly sent us a telegram saying that Tingting was seriously ill and needed a large sum of money for treatment. She asked us to send a thousand yuan immediately, otherwise Tingting's life would be in danger. Captain Song, can I ask you to accompany us two elders to Xia City? I know you are an excellent doctor. If Tingting is really seriously ill, I would like to ask you to save her. If not, I want to take her back to Beijing City."
Song Yun looked at Deputy Commander Xu and asked, "Can I go?"
Deputy Commander Xu nodded and said, "If you're willing, I can write a report for you."
Song Yun immediately nodded to Mr. Zheng, "Okay, I'll accompany you."
All three sons sacrificed their lives for the country and the people, and the only granddaughter's life and death are unknown. Such a glorious family should receive more care and attention.
"Thank you, thank you!" Mr. Zheng expressed his sincere gratitude.
Song Yun shook her head. "It's my job, you don't have to thank me. When do we leave?"
Mr. Zheng looked at Deputy Commander Xu and said, "Of course I want to do it as quickly as possible. What do you think?"
Deputy Commander Xu said, "The earliest she can leave is tomorrow. I still need to report to her and get approval before she can leave."
Mr. Zheng nodded quickly, "Okay, then my wife and I will pack our luggage today."
Deputy Commander Xu said, "Just pack your luggage. I'll arrange for the tickets. A special car will pick you up at your home tomorrow. Just wait at home."
Mr. Zheng was deeply moved, tears welling up in his eyes, "Thank you!"
Deputy Commander Xu looked at the poor old man, sighed inwardly, and shook his head, "No thanks, it's all our duty."