Chapter 340 The younger uncle is happy, but the older nephew is in tears...
Mr. Duan has always doted on his eldest grandson, and when he saw this scene, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Duan Yanzhi really suffered a big loss this time..."
Before the old man finished speaking, the rough man lying on the hospital bed shook his head and interrupted him, "Oh, it's okay, I don't mind. Didn't you say it's okay for men to have scars? What's this for?"
After sighing, Mr. Duan said nothing more.
Wang Ziru held a large cotton swab in her hand, dipped it in the medicine, and gently applied it to the wound, saying softly: "This medicine won't hurt, it just feels a little cool, don't move."
Without even raising her head, she spoke to the man standing next to her:
"Uncle, I'm going to go to the Chinese medicine store later and get some herbs. I'll grind them into powder and bring them over to the commander's wound to reduce the swelling. You see, the wound is a little red and swollen. It's best not to let other family members in for the next few days to avoid bringing in bacteria."
"Yes," Duan Suili nodded heavily.
As long as Wang Ziru gave the order, he would do it.
In fact, he, who had always been very courageous, was afraid to even look at the huge and terrifying wound on his nephew's chest.
After applying the medicine, he tied up his chest with a new bandage, making sure it was just the right amount of looseness. This was something that only a highly skilled surgeon could do.
Several other wounds on the body were also re-applied with medicine and the bandages were replaced.
About half an hour later, Wang Ziru changed all the bandages, packed up the medicine tray, and carried it out. Duan Suili followed closely behind her and walked out of the ward.
"Zi Ru, Duan Yanzhi's injuries are really serious. I was wondering if I should let you stay in Kun City for a while to help us take care of him?"
In the corridor, the two stood face to face in the bright sunlight.
Wang Ziru's originally calm heart began to ripple slightly, spreading out bit by bit.
Then she chuckled and explained, "He can be looked after by Doctor Tian and the nurses for the next two days. It won't be a big problem. I may have to go back to the special forces with Han Suijing tomorrow. I have reclaimed a barren hillside in a village near the troops."
"Reclaim the barren slope?"
"I have also hired a few people to help with farming. I plan to reclaim the barren slope to grow vegetables. In another part of the land with plenty of sunlight, I will plant two or three kinds of medicinal herbs..." Wang Ziru walked towards the stairs with a bright smile on her pretty face.
Duan Suili gritted his teeth secretly, he really didn't want her to leave Kun City.
It seemed as if after she left, there was no one left for him to discuss many things with.
He stood there, silently watching her carry the medicine tray downstairs. He stood there for a while, turned around and walked into the ward, telling his eldest nephew not to compete with Doctor Tian in the next few days.
"Can't Han Suijing go back to work on his own?" The reaction was exactly as Duan Suili had expected. He was already seriously injured, and he lay in bed all day, unable to help but get angry when he saw everything he disliked.
Hearing that Wang Ziru was going to follow Han Suijing back to the special forces, he felt a little regretful that he had let Han Suijing take this job.
"She said that in a few days, after she has planted all the fields in the village, she will come back to help you remove the stitches." Duan Suili looked at his eldest nephew with a hint of doting in his eyes.
Seeing that he deliberately avoided his gaze, Duan Suili shook his head helplessly, then frowned and turned to his old father.
"Dad! You have nothing to do these days, so come over and chat with Duan Yanzhi during the day, and bring the radio from home to entertain him."
Mr. Duan had no time to think about anything else. His heart was completely on his eldest grandson. He waved his hand and said, "You don't need to tell me. I feel sorry for my own grandson."
When Wang Ziru came downstairs to deliver the medicine tray and returned to the ward, Duan Suili also looked a little anxious, "Ziru, if everything is fine here, come with me to the factory and help me with the planning document for sanitary napkins."
Duan Yanzhi's tone suddenly changed, "What's wrong? Do you know that I'm starving?"
"You can't eat anything else now! You can eat something else later. Let your aunt make it for you." Duan Suili said as he was about to take everyone away, and then he heard his eldest nephew slapping the edge of the bed angrily.
"No, can't you take care of your factory's work later?"
Old Duan was amused by his grandson, "Okay! Let Ziru go home first. Ziru just promised to make some delicious food for Duan Yanzhi, and he's waiting for her."
So Duan Suili didn't insist anymore and asked the driver to drive Wang Ziru back to the military compound first. Hearing that the Han family didn't cook, he took her directly back to the Duan family.
"Ziru, when you're done, go to the study and write the plan. I'll go upstairs to take care of some things first." When they arrived outside the Duan family's small western-style building and got out of the car, Duan Suili walked hurriedly and talked to Wang Ziru as he walked.
"Okay! Uncle, go get busy first."
After the two of them entered the villa, Wang Ziru went to the kitchen to find the nanny.
After all, the Duan family is a wealthy family in western Yi. The kitchen in their home is almost fully equipped, with three refrigerators and a water heater for showers.
We buy all kinds of vegetables and meat at home every day.
Wang Ziru made stir-fried pork liver, cucumber and lean meat soup, and vegetable porridge, and then gave them to the Duan family driver to take to the hospital.
Turning around, he found a piece of paper and a pen in the living room, wrote a recipe for Commander Duan, and handed it to the nanny, "Auntie, these few days, you follow this recipe and cook for Commander Duan every day."
How could the nanny know what the eldest grandson of the Duan family wanted to eat, but with this recipe, she had an idea in mind.
After arranging Commander Duan's meals during this period, Wang Ziru went upstairs and walked to the door of the study. Seeing Duan Suili answering the phone, she slowly retracted her raised finger.
Perhaps he heard footsteps, Duan Suili turned around to look at the figure standing outside the door and waved, "Come in."
Wang Ziru nodded slightly and waited for a few seconds. She waited until Duan Suili hung up the phone before she stepped into the study.
This study is decorated entirely in wood, and the bookcases are filled with all kinds of books, with a faint scent of books. Wang Ziru looked around the steady and heavy study, and the image of Duan Suili concentrating on looking at documents, calm and relaxed, appeared in front of her.
After a pause, she raised the corners of her lips slightly and smiled warmly, "Uncle, no wonder you always stay in the study when you are at home. If I had such a luxurious office environment, I wouldn't even have to eat."
"You still have to eat."
Duan Suili raised his eyes and looked at the girl who walked to the opposite side of the desk. His eyes were gentle and he could not hide the joy on his face. "It was Duan Yunfeng who called just now. He told me that I had just left the factory and Manager Liu from Changchun Department Store went to visit the factory."
"Really? Did Manager Liu place any orders after the visit?"
"We ordered 500 bags," Duan Suili's handsome face lit up with a rare smile, and he said, "Our production line hasn't even produced the finished product yet..."
There was a gleam of relief in his eyes, and he paused, interrupting Wang Ziru who was about to speak.
"You may not know that these state-owned stores in China share information when placing orders, so I received order calls from the managers of Shangjing Friendship Store and Nanjing East Road Department Store this morning. They ordered more, with the first batch ordering 2,000 packs."
Wang Ziru covered her mouth with her hands in shock. The Friendship Store was a high-end department store in Beijing. The department store on Nanjing East Road was the same, selling all kinds of domestic products as well as imported high-end foreign goods.
"So, sanitary napkins won't have trouble selling after they're made?"
Duan Suili held his chin with one hand, stared at her gently, and nodded slightly, "You can say that."
"Congratulations, uncle!"
"..." Duan Suili pursed his lips and smiled. Although he looked calm, he was indeed very excited in his heart.
This is the first time that the Duan family has entered into a new business, and it is of great significance to both him and the Duan family.
And the sales of sanitary napkins, especially the negotiation of the Changchun department store, was negotiated by Wang Ziru...
In the past, Duan family had handled all their business, no matter how big or small, by himself. The other younger generations in the family were either not capable of being the head of the family or could not grasp the right degree of negotiation and were afraid of giving the other party too much benefit and being scolded in the future.
Duan Suili heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling very complicated.
"I knew it. The domestic market is so big, but the supply is blank. How could it be impossible to sell it?!" Wang Ziru looked around for paper and pen with a confident smile in her eyes. "I'll write a business plan, including the promotional pictures and texts we'll post in department stores."
Duan Suili took out a book of factory-specific paper and a pen and gave it to her.
I stared at her, watching her concentrate on writing...
Wang Ziru not only wrote the promotional copy for the department store, but also picture display instructions. She also wrote several alternative copy for the future sale of sanitary napkins to large cities in the south where policies are open, such as Guangzhou and Hong Kong Island.
"Uncle, is everything going well at the Shenzhen company?"
After writing, she handed it to Duan Sui-li, explained her copy, and finally asked about the progress of the Shenzhen company's establishment.
"All the application documents for the company have been submitted there. As long as it is completed, we can start our business." Duan Suili read through the relatively clear and legible documents she wrote.
Because my eldest nephew said that she always liked to write cursive calligraphy.
"By the way, you said you would prescribe Chinese medicine for Duan Yanzhi. Why don't you do it now? I'll ask someone to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine later." Duan Suili's mind was not yet overwhelmed by victory, and he immediately remembered this matter.
In fact, he was also racking his brains to think about what else he needed to discuss with her.
Wang Ziru prescribed a Chinese medicine prescription and some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory Chinese medicines, then took a bus directly to Duan's pharmacy to get the medicine. She ground the anti-swelling medicine into powder, wrapped several bags with gauze, and made them into the shape of a small sandbag.
Sent to the hospital, Commander Duan gently pressed the wound on his chest.
"Comrade Ziru, does his wound need Chinese medicine to reduce the swelling?" Upon hearing the news, Doctor Tian hurried up and walked into the ward. He smelled the scent of Chinese medicine and asked in confusion.
Wang Ziru prepared the small medicine bag, then covered her chest with the sheet and explained the principle of the anti-edema medicine bag.
"It's summer now, the weather is hot and muggy. He has a thick bandage on his wound, so it's easy for soda to get on it. Using a Chinese medicine pack can reduce swelling and absorb moisture to keep the wound dry. Otherwise, it's not easy to reduce swelling."
"..." Doctor Tian's face was filled with enlightenment, and the interns who came to watch hurriedly recorded this clinical experience in their notebooks.
Duan Yan sighed. Did Dr. Tian just muddle through all the decades of being a surgeon?
Inside the ward, Wang Ziru explained some things to Dr. Tian and then was about to leave.
Duan Yanzhi lay on the bed, rubbing the edge of the bed helplessly. "Tomorrow morning, before you leave for the special forces, ask Han Suijing to come over."
"Ah? Do you have any work to do?"
"Hmm." The rough man hummed in his throat and didn't want to pay attention to her.
When we returned to the military compound, we found that there were guests at the Han family, and laughter was heard all the time.
Han Dixing heard that his brother and sister-in-law would return to the special forces the next day, so he brought Duan Yanfei over to play for a while, and they left together after dinner to go back to the hotel.
At night, the young couple leaned against the head of the bed.
Wang Ziru held the man's chest and flipped through the picture books that the father and son bought from the bookstore during the day. Somehow, she suddenly remembered that Mrs. Duan was matchmaking for Duan Suili.
"The girl from the Xia family? Is she Xia Yunshu?" Han Suijing asked in surprise when he heard his wife say "Xia family".
My heart was in my throat.
The little woman leaning against his chest turned around and glanced at the man with amusement, "You also know Miss Xia? Did you meet her when you went to Beijing?"
"Well, I met him in Beijing..." Han Suijing smiled lightly, his eyes twinkling, and didn't say any more information.
"That girl must be pretty, right? Since she's staying in the capital, where there are so many rich kids and outstanding young men in the military, hasn't she met a man of her dreams?"
Han Suijing's voice was a little erratic, as if he was hiding something on his mind.
Looks a little absent-minded.
Wang Ziru felt that the girl would not pursue Han Suijing, otherwise his reaction would be too arrogant.
With a sigh, she didn't pursue the matter any further. Maybe it was just like the girl like Duan Yanfei, who had been chasing Han Suijing for so many years but to no avail. That girl must be quite pitiful.
"But Madam Duan has the support of Grandpa this time, so it must be a good thing. Maybe we will go to Dali to attend the wedding banquet soon." Wang Ziru laughed to herself, raised her hand and patted the man, "Prepare the gift money."
"Okay." Han Suijing's voice was gentle and soft, and he suddenly asked, "Did they say when Xia Yunshu would return to Dali?"