The king of heaven can't stop

"I've only heard of her master but never met him. I just know he's very good, a great painter and also a master of a dictionary of medicinal herbs." Gu Changgeng exaggerated in a matter-of-fact manner, with a bit of inexplicable boasting. The master's master must be no ordinary person.

Gu Changgeng had seen the painting "Ganqi Ziying" at Mayor Lu's house. He did not understand it, but his mother, who came from a scholarly family, did. That day, after looking at the painting for a long time, his mother gently said to Uncle Lu, "It has the coldness and novelty of Xugu, which is the style my father likes."

Gu's mother's father, Gu Changgeng's grandmother, was an academician of the Chinese Academy of Painting and a professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He specialized in traditional Chinese painting and had profound poetry. However, he could not escape persecution, was imprisoned, and subjected to labor reform. He returned to the capital only two years ago with the rescue of his father-in-law.

The following year, that is, in 1979, his personal works were published on six consecutive pages of the British "Times", winning high praise from all walks of life overseas, and he finally made a complete comeback.

"Really? How old?" Zhang Qingjun investigated very carefully, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "He can't be in his seventies or eighties!"

After all, whether it is Chinese painting or Chinese medicine, you can't achieve success without half a lifetime of practice.

"!"

Gu Changgeng sensed the unfriendly tone in his words. After all, he should call his master's master 'Master'. There was no reason not to protect him. He immediately retorted arrogantly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm only 23 years old. I'm said to be very handsome! The kind of handsome that's tough."

These are all the words that Uncle Lu used to praise Zhou Huaiyue. He was so mad when he copied and applied them.

"Humph." Zhang Qingjun sneered, his eyes full of contempt, his hands in his trouser pockets, and when he turned around, he glanced at Gu Changgeng and said coldly with a disdainful tone: "I despise men who beat women the most."

Gu Changgeng grabbed Zhang Qingjun's arm and asked urgently, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Zhang Qingjun pulled his hand away, leaving his fellow student standing there in a daze.

The amount of information is a bit large.

Could it be that the master's master is a domestic violence man? ?

People with violent tendencies are not qualified to be teachers!

......

In the infirmary, the doctor removed the gauze from Shen Roujiao's shoulder. It was covered with sweat and dust. The wound was obviously inflamed, with pus oozing from the edges and the skin wrinkled together.

"The wound needs to be cleaned thoroughly. It will be a little painful, but you have to bear with it." The doctor used a pair of tongs to take out a large alcohol cotton ball from a brown alcohol bottle and pressed it on the pus-filled area.

"Hiss!" Shen Roujiao took a cold breath in pain and clenched her braided hands. The alcohol rubbed the wound and it hurt so much, especially when the alcohol was pressed and rubbed back and forth on the flesh. She almost bit her lips in pain.

After changing the medicine, the doctor gave her an intramuscular injection to reduce fever and asked Shen Roujiao to rest on a bench in the clinic until her temperature dropped completely before leaving.

Zhang Qingjun and Gu Changgeng stood on either side, squeezing her so tightly that she had no place to sit. She didn't dare to yell at Zhang Qingjun, so she could only yell at her junior, Gu, and force him to sit against the wall. He sat on the ground pitifully, with his chin on one hand, his mind full of thoughts about Zhou Huaiyue beating women.

After taking the injection to reduce fever, Shen Roujiao soon felt sleepy and fell asleep. It was already past eleven o'clock after all the hard work, and everyone was very tired and took a nap to rest.

Halfway through, around two o'clock, Zhang Qingjun woke up first. He patted his forehead, forcing his mind to be clearer, quietly got up, walked to Shen Roujiao, squatted down, aligned their eyes, and put his hands on her forehead, pressing hard.

The temperature did not drop and was still high. I called a doctor and took the temperature with a thermometer. It was 39 degrees, the same as when I was brought in.

"She is not in this condition. The inflammation is too severe. She needs an IV drip. But I don't have any penicillin here. You see, you can take her to the county town for the injection; or you can take my prescription to the county hospital to buy three penicillin, and then come back for the infusion. The distance is not far, but it will be tormenting for her." The doctor's gaze moved from Zhang Qingjun's face to the patient's flushed forehead.

"I'll go to the county hospital to buy some. Can they prescribe six? I'm afraid one drip won't be enough for her." Zhang Qingjun drove himself, at a speed he could reach, for a half-hour round trip. It would take too much time to take them, one with a high fever and the other with a broken arm.

With the prescription in hand, he woke up the soldier sleeping in the cab and drove quickly on the road to the county town. As expected, half an hour later, Zhang Qingjun came back with six penicillins.

After preparing the medicine, the doctor turned to Zhang Qingjun who was standing at the door of the ward and said, "Bring her in!"

"good."

Zhang Qingjun walked over quickly, lifted the clothes covering Shen Roujiao and threw them aside. Just as he bent down to hug her, someone suddenly grabbed his back, "What are you doing? I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Gu Changgeng yelled so loudly that everyone was awakened by him. Even the soldiers sleeping in the yard rushed in and asked, "What's wrong?"

"He, he bullied my senior." Gu Changgeng, who was half asleep, opened his eyes and saw Zhang Qingjun tearing off his senior's clothes, and preparing to bend down to kiss her.

Beast!

Shameless!

Take advantage of someone's misfortune!

Gu Changgeng woke up almost instantly, jumped up from the floor, rushed over, and grabbed Zhang Qingjun's back fiercely.

Mahua Braid stared at Gu Changgeng with confused eyes. She hadn't figured out the situation yet, but she could tell that her junior was very angry.

Zhang Qingjun turned around, broke free from Gu Changgeng's restraints, grabbed his collar, and looked vicious as if he wanted to kill him, "Who am I? Stop talking nonsense, kid! Get out of here." With a sudden push, Gu Changgeng was forced to take two steps back and almost fell down.

"I saw it. Don't try to deny it." Gu Changgeng had always disliked him, and now he had horns on his head and was very stubborn. He was ready to rush forward, ready to fight to the death with Zhang Qingjun.

"Catch him." Zhang Qingjun said, and several soldiers stepped forward to hold down the emotional Gu Changgeng.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Qingjun bent down, first put Shen Roujiao's arm on his shoulder, put his hand through her neck, supported her legs, and gently picked up Shen Roujiao with tenderness in his eyes and walked towards the ward.

With that look in his eyes, no one would believe him if he said nothing happened.

Gu Changgeng was filled with hatred and wanted to rush up and hit the person, even though he knew he couldn't win.

"Let him in!" Zhang Qingjun's voice came from the ward, and everyone knew who he was talking about.

When Gu Changgeng rushed over, the doctor had just finished injecting Shen Roujiao and was adjusting the speed of the drip. He glanced at the young man, shook his head and said helplessly, "I asked him to bring the patient in. What are you making a fuss about? You're giving me a headache in the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry." When he saw the IV bottle, he was completely confused and immediately understood what was going on.

"You tell him." The doctor pointed at Zhang Qingjun next to him and walked out of the ward sideways.

Zhang Qingjun was not polite either. He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his head, and looked at him arrogantly, as if his eyes could speak: "You kid, come on, curse me again! If you curse me again, I'll beat you to death, believe it or not."

Gu Changgeng turned his face away in dismay, with a very bad attitude, and muttered very reluctantly: "I'm sorry."

Zhang Qingjun sneered and pointed at his right arm with a contemptuous tone, saying: "Humph. For her sake, I'll spare you this time. If you talk nonsense again, you won't be able to keep this arm."

"Stop trying to scare me. I wasn't brought up by fear. How dare you say that you don't have other thoughts? It makes me seem like I'm wrongly accusing you." Gu Changgeng saw it clearly, and everyone saw it clearly. That kind of compassion and tenderness would only be given to special people, people who made one's heart particularly moved.

"Haha, is that so? Even if there is, it's between me and her, what does it have to do with you? Go and cool off." Zhang Qingjun wanted to send him away. Gu Changgeng refused to leave, and leaned against the doorstep, staring at the disgusting man.

"You're looking for a fight! Are you…"

"Can you please stop arguing? I have a headache." Shen Rou, a delicate and weak voice came from the hospital bed, interrupting them and blocking their mouths at the same time.

I don't know what they are arguing about, but the back and forth of words is annoying.

Finally, everything calmed down. Braided Braid stayed in the ward while the others rested in the entrance area.

After a night of torment, Shen Roujiao's temperature finally cooled down the next morning.

Gu Changgeng asked for some steamed buns from his neighbor next door, and everyone shared them for breakfast.

The doctor prescribed some oral anti-inflammatory drugs for Shen Roujiao, and also wrote a statement according to Zhang Qingjun's instructions, which said that based on the patient's current physical condition, she was not suitable for high-intensity labor, so please handle it as appropriate.

Finally, I was reminded that if I had a fever again, I should continue to get an IV drip; the gauze on the wound should be changed every day, disinfected with iodine tincture from the construction site, and then replaced with a new one.

After the fever subsided, Shen Roujiao had a good appetite. She ate the steamed buns and the egg that Zhang Qingjun stuffed into her mouth. She felt much more energetic.

The three soldiers were very attentive to Shen Roujiao. They handed her a cup of water when she was thirsty, a bench when she was tired, and a fan when she was hot... It was like the treatment of an empress dowager. Shen Roujiao felt uncomfortable, so she pulled her braids and asked them fiercely. The answer she got was: their company commander arranged it!

…

The truck started and everyone was getting ready to get on. Several villagers ran past the clinic, holding hoes and sticks in their hands, and shouted loudly: "Fighting, fighting, the Yang family is rushing into the village! Charge~"

Their shouting woke up everyone in the village, and groups of people came running past the door one after another, holding all kinds of farm tools.

"Oh no, they're fighting again." Shen Roujiao's blood instantly boiled. She had to find out who this person was and what hatred had caused him to fight for more than ten years.

Zhang Qingjun rushed forward to stop her, "You can't go, it's too dangerous."

"You can't go!" Shen Roujiao turned around and pointed at Gu Changgeng and Mahuazun, then looked at the three soldiers and waved her hand, "You follow me."

The soldier didn't dare to move until the captain nodded. Shen Roujiao thought quickly, "Brother Zhang, protect me. Let's go and solve the problem."

She doesn't look like a soft and delicate girl at all, but rather has the demeanor of a big sister.

Zhang Qingjun remained indifferent, like an immovable mountain blocking the road. He spoke softly in a gentle voice, "Just like last time, you play the good guy and I play the bad guy." The two had fought a fierce battle with the old woman at the market.

Zhang Qingjun was fooled by her tricks. "Unless you stay by my side, don't think you can go anywhere."

"I promise I won't leave."

Shen Roujiao spoke seriously at the time, but when she arrived at the battlefield, the scene of flying dust and sticks made her forget what she said and squeezed into the crowd. Zhang Qingjun was squeezed out and only a soldier followed her.

The two sides were fighting on an open space beside a river pond. The battle was reaching a white-hot stage. Even the king of heaven could not stop it at this moment.

Shen Roujiao looked around and turned around to see a soldier behind her. He was wearing a military cap and uniform, with a Type 54 pistol on his waist.

Gun!

"You, fire two shots into the sky! If two shots are not enough, fire three shots. Fire until they stop." She was familiar with this scene, having seen many films about the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

"yes!"

"Bang, bang, bang." Three shots were fired in succession, and the world was silent.