Zhong Guochang felt the deep kindness in her words, his eyes warmed, and he nodded heavily, "Okay, thank you."
He hadn't felt such kindness for who knows how long. Although the villagers would not humiliate or beat him like the people in the Revolutionary Committee, they still avoided him like the plague. He hardly interacted with the villagers, except for Xu Shuiyan, who occasionally gave him things, called him "Master" all the time, and learned some basic medical knowledge from him.
Zhong Guochang's stomach rumbled twice.
Zhong Guochang felt a little embarrassed. Dr. Song was covered with a quilt and there was some distance between them. He guessed that Dr. Song might not have heard it.
Song Yundang heard it, but she didn't say anything else. She told Zhong Guochang to have a good rest and left.
There was no food in the cafeteria at this time, so Song Yun took out two white flour buns that she had saved from the storage compartment, and went to get a pot of boiling water. She took out a lunch box and a washbasin that she had collected from Song Weiguo's house, a bag of tea, a set of toothpaste and toothbrush, and some other miscellaneous items, most of which were old things collected from Song Weiguo's house.
It's not that I don't want to give it to him, it's just that Zhong Guochang's current status is not suitable for him to give things to him, it's too conspicuous.
Half an hour later, she entered Zhong Guochang's ward carrying a large bag.
"These were left behind by previous patients. They are all old things. You can make do with them." After saying that, he put the things down and left.
Zhong Guochang unloaded the contents of the large cloth bag one by one: an enamel basin, an aluminum lunch box containing two steamed buns, a half-empty thermos filled with boiling water, a bottle of champagne, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. He also had a thick, half-empty cotton-padded jacket that looked like one issued by a factory, with the name of the textile factory embroidered on it. He also had cotton-padded shoes and socks, both half-empty and not worn, and they were what Zhong Guochang needed most right now.
Looking at these things in front of him, Zhong Guochang was stunned for a long time before he recovered his mood. He put away the things one by one, poured himself some boiling water, and ate it with white flour buns.
At first, Zhong Guochang thought that no one in this world would be nice to someone for no reason, and Song Yun must have some ulterior motive for doing this.
He thought, no matter what Song Yun wanted, as long as he could give it, he would not be stingy.
Two days later, his injuries gradually healed. Apart from occasionally coming to check on him and asking about his recovery and bringing him some food, Song Yun would only exchange a few words and then leave. She never said anything more to him, let alone proposed any conditions to him.
After he got better, he would stroll in the corridor outside and overhear the chatter of some patients' families. He then learned that Song Yun was an officer in the military district and was temporarily in the hospital to treat a group of special patients.
Everyone praised Song Yun as a miracle doctor, saying that she could reconnect broken bones with her bare hands, that her exclusive secret recipe could heal old bone injuries, and that her acupuncture skills were so unique that she could make the mute speak again - in short, they heard a lot of praise, all of which were flattering.
Zhong Guochang began to doubt whether such an excellent doctor like Song would have the nerve to trick him, Zhong Guochang?
Moreover, Song Yun was so young that it was impossible for her to know anything about the Zhong family's situation, let alone those secret recipes that even the Zhong family members might not know.
This doubt continued until the fifth day, when Song Yun informed Zhong Guochang that he could be discharged from the hospital and told him that he could take the things given to him with him and did not have to return them.
"Medical expenses - can I pay them later -" Zhong Guochang couldn't bring himself to say it. With his current status, he was afraid that he would never have money in his lifetime.
Song Yun waved her hand. "No, it's not much. The old man who brought you here paid two yuan."
How could two dollars be enough? He stayed in the hospital for five days, and had injections for the first three days. He also ate Dr. Song's meals for free every day.
"I have a razor here. You can shave it yourself. The wound on your face needs to continue applying medicine for a few days." Song Yun handed the razor to Zhong Guochang.
Zhong Guochang's complexion has improved over the past two days, and he looks much more energetic. She found that Zhong Guochang's eyes looked a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where they were. She thought that if she shaved his beard, maybe she would be able to see more clearly.
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