"You flatter me, Mr. Zhong."

Lin Zhengjun laughed and said, "I'm ashamed to say that, but my knowledge of medicine is limited to depression, and nothing else."

"Every profession has its own expertise. You have made it possible for everyone to learn how to treat depression and other mental illnesses, which is quite remarkable."

Zhong Huainan raised his glass solemnly and said, "Come, let's toast to Zhengjun together! On behalf of all the colleagues in the 301 Hospital, I would like to express my highest respect to you!"

Everyone raised their glasses together and said with a smile, "Come on, let's toast to Zhengjun!"

After chatting for a few more sentences, Zhong Huainan suddenly asked with a smile: "Zhengjun, how is your recent literary creation? Are you busy?"

"Recently, I've been working on a new novel, which is about the story of two Peking Opera performing artists. It's almost finished." Lin Zhengjun immediately introduced it.

"It's a good story..."

Zhong Huainan's face showed a deep look, and he said: "However, I suggest that you also write about the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam."

"Although I was in a rear hospital, I also saw the cruelty and greatness of this war from one side. Our people's soldiers are so amazing!"

"Well, I will make time to write it. To be honest, my eldest brother-in-law is from the battlefield against Vietnam. Their heroic deeds are indeed moving, but there is not enough material..." Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

Zhong Huainan took out a cigarette, picked one up, lit it and started smoking, then threw the cigarette box on the table and let everyone help themselves.

"A few months ago, I performed surgery on a soldier who was injured in the Vietnam War."

Zhong Huainan puffed out a cigarette while saying, "You should also know that when we doctors are performing surgery, we like to chat with them. Firstly, surgery is a daily routine for us and is very boring and tedious. Secondly, it is also to relax their minds..."

"Then, I heard a very touching story..."

No one spoke, just listened quietly.

"There was a company commander whose hometown was in the Yimeng Mountain area, an old revolutionary base area and very poor. He borrowed a lot of money from his comrades to treat his father's illness."

Zhong Huainan said softly, "He and his wife have been married for less than two years, and they have a very good relationship. Later, the troops were redeployed, and he followed the troops to the front line. Before leaving, he wrote a letter to his wife, specifically telling her that he had sacrificed himself, and that she should live well and find a good man to remarry. He also hoped that his wife and her family would think more about the difficulties of the country and not ask the organization for help. The debts owed for medical treatment and building a house at home can be repaid with the pension."

"That company commander was very brave on the battlefield. He was shot and killed while trying to protect the instructor, leaving behind a blood-stained bill. The bill showed the money he owed to his comrades. The total amount was 620 yuan, and I remember every penny clearly, not a dime less."

"After his death, his family refused donations from his comrades and used pensions and property to pay off the debt..."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressing.

Everyone was speechless and many people had red eyes.

a long time.

Song Zhilan wiped the tears from her eyes and said softly, "Zhengjun, please write about this story when you have time. It's so touching."

“Well, I will definitely write it!”

Lin Zhengjun has many soldiers among his friends and business partners, and he has a good relationship with them. He has also heard many military stories, and he is full of respect for the soldiers of the Republic!

Over the past year or so, the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam has been the issue that the entire nation has paid most attention to.

This war demonstrated the power of the people's soldiers, their surging passion, the bravery, unity and strong fighting capacity of the people across the country. Lin Zhengjun felt that if he did not write about it, he would be letting down his rebirth.

In addition, there are many benefits to having good relations with the troops.

Apart from anything else, if one day I develop military canned compressed dry food or something like that and the military purchases it, the benefits would be immeasurable!

"Zhengjun, as long as you are willing to write, I will definitely support you. If you need materials, I can coordinate interviews." Zhong Huainan said with a smile.

He is the director of the 301 Hospital, which is affiliated with the General Logistics Department, and his military rank is major general.

Strictly speaking, his position is equivalent to that of a deputy commander of a major military region or a full commander, and his rank is terrifyingly high.

Therefore, Zhong Huainan has extensive connections in the military, so he naturally has this convenient condition.

"Thank you in advance!" Lin Zhengjun agreed happily.

"No, I should thank you on behalf of the people's soldiers!" Zhong Huainan said solemnly.

…

On the other side, in the intensive care unit.

Su Xiu looked at Yang Delong and whispered, "Dad, how can we repay Lin Zhengjun's kindness? This is a life-saving grace!"

Yang Delong said: "Now it seems that I misunderstood Zhengjun. How could such a public-spirited and open-minded person be a black-hearted capitalist..."

Su Xiu said: "Dad, I heard that second-hand equipment sold to state-owned material purchasing stations is not refurbished, but turned into scrap metal..."

"Are they really so wasteful?" Yang Delong was a little dumbfounded.

"You go and investigate!" Su Xiu knew that Yang Delong would not give up until he reached the Yellow River.

"If this is true, this matter is extremely wrong... Oh, I am so sorry to Comrade Lin Zhengjun, how can I repay him?" Yang Delong scratched his scalp in pain.

"Give the 600 yuan for surgery to Lin Zhengjun..." Su Xiu suggested.

"Okay. But it's not enough, far from enough. I found out that he is very rich. I have to give him something that he urgently needs..." Yang Delong said with a complicated expression.

People like Yang Delong are willing to make sacrifices, and therefore, they are most afraid of owing favors to others, whether collective or individual.

Su Xiu suddenly had an idea and thought of a brilliant idea. She said, "If you ask me, what he needs most is technology, food production technology, and this is exactly what you are good at..."

"You mean..." Yang Delong's eyes suddenly lit up.

…

When Lin Zhengjun and his friends finished their meal, it was already late at night.

Song Zhilan said with a smile: "Zhengjun, the bus is gone and you don't have a bicycle, why don't you take my car back to the hotel?"

"Please send Mr. Zhong and Teacher Zhou off first. They are both very tired. I am young and not afraid of being tired..." Lin Zhengjun said.

“No need.”

Song Zhilan smiled and said, "Zhengjun, you underestimate the 301 Hospital and the Temple of Heaven Hospital. They are both key hospitals in the city. Zhong Huainan has a special car."

"Yes, I have a car, I will send the ocean."

Zhong Huainan shook hands with Lin Zhengjun and said, "Zhengjun, it's really nice to drink with you. If you come to Yanjing again, you must find me, otherwise, I will be angry with you!"

"Haha, sure." Lin Zhengjun nodded.

Zhong Huainan and Zhou Haiyang got in the car and left, while Lin Zhengjun got in the Volga sedan of the Commercial Bureau.

On the way, Song Zhilan said, "After this incident, Yang Delong's thinking should have changed. Maybe he won't block the second-hand equipment."

Lin Zhengjun nodded and said, "Actually, my goal is to bring him to our collective cooperative to be a technical consultant or something like that!"

Song Zhilan smiled and said, "Oh, that's a good idea. Yang Delong's technology is first-class in Yanjing and even in the whole country. If he is willing to join the Youth Food Cooperative, then the cooperative will really have wings and will be able to soar into the sky..."

Lin Zhengjun smiled and suddenly said, "Aunt Song, I have one more thing I want to trouble you with."

"You are such a polite kid. What trouble is it? Our family has always been indebted to you."

Song Zhilan laughed and said, "If you hadn't discovered that scumbag Zhu Yongcheng, who knows how De Ning would have been deceived. She is too naive."

Lin Zhengjun stopped being polite and said, "Aunt, I've always wanted to do breeding and feed. I have ideas, but I don't have a research team."

"Farming? What to raise?" Song Zhilan asked curiously.