Ying Mingcheng also told her some small things, mostly about the family compound.
However, he didn't know much, most of which he learned from his colleagues, which left Mu Huaixi confused.
She laughed at him, "How come you can't even figure out some gossip? Aren't you from the Detective Company?"
Ying Mingcheng also smiled and talked about a few of his own things. He had been either training troops or carrying out missions recently, so there was not much to say.
Mu Huaixi listened very carefully. When she heard him say that he was not injured, she finally felt relieved. But when she heard him praising the new Qingma Pills she had made earlier, her heart couldn't help but rise again.
"How's Brother Song?"
Before leaving, Mu Huaixi gave him a final acupuncture treatment, left him an ointment made from broken black jade bones, and also developed a new recovery plan for him.
Before she left, Song Zhengxin was able to stand for a few breaths. His broken lumbar vertebrae were healed by the ointment, and his blocked nerves were unblocked. However, he had wasted too long in the wheelchair, and the muscles in his waist and legs had all atrophied. It would take a thousand times more effort for him to stand up.
Acupuncture, medication, and medicinal baths are all painful, but rehabilitation is more painful than all of that. She believed Song Zhengxin could persevere, but she didn't expect that he did better than she imagined.
"Old Song can already walk a few steps with the help of a cane," Ying Mingcheng couldn't help but smile when he mentioned Song Zhengxin. "Last week, he went to Jiangcheng and went to the military hospital on crutches. He almost scared the old doctor to death."
"ah?"
"Recheck. The doctor previously told Old Song to accept the fact that he couldn't stand up, and he holds a grudge."
Mu Huaixi laughed. Although Brother Song looked mature, he could be so childish at times. But she could also understand. Brother Song had previously suffered a broken lumbar vertebra and was sentenced to "death". When he was able to stand up, he undoubtedly gained a new life.
"What's so mature about him? My sister-in-law told me that Old Song cried when he took his first step with crutches," Ying Mingcheng said with disgust, but his voice trembled at the end.
Mu Huaixi understood that if he were there, he would probably cry too.
Brother Song was the captain he recognized, but he was also a burden in his heart. Now that Brother Song can stand up, the resentment he felt towards himself can finally dissipate.
During this follow-up examination, Song Zhengxin's lumbar spine and pelvis were almost repaired, which shocked the old doctor and made him think that the CT machine was broken.
"Someone at the military hospital is still asking about you. They heard you went back to Shengjing to study," Ying Mingcheng said proudly. "It seems like you'll be very popular after you graduate, Xiaoxi."
Mu Huaixi smiled. It was only when she arrived at school that she realized that she was a frog in a well. She relied on the family medical books to act recklessly and dared to treat any disease.
This courage allowed her to create the "Black Jade Paste", and she was very proud of it at the time. However, during her time in medical school, she overturned the prescription that she thought was perfect.
"Brother Song's medicine should be almost finished. I made a new ointment and will send it back with the package next time."
"Hmm," Ying Mingcheng's voice drifted away and then returned, "The battalion commander just came over and said his wife prepared some mountain products for you and asked for the address."
She had previously received a letter from Sister Hongxia, but it was written by Guan Jichun on her behalf, and the letter described the progress of the Chinese tallow tree workshop.
This autumn and winter, they cooperated with several nearby communes and received more Chinese tallow seeds than before. The scale of the workshop was also expanded, and more military wives were recruited to work. Part of the ink produced was still purchased by the regiment headquarters, and part was sold to the county chemical plant.
The letter also said that Wang Hongxia discovered a new oil press when she went to the chemical plant last time. She wanted to purchase one for the tung oil workshop, but was very hesitant.
Oil presses are not cheap. Wang Hongxia wants to expand production but is afraid that this business will not last long. After all, Chinese tallow trees can only be harvested once a year. Using today's old-fashioned oil presses to slowly press them will not cause any delay.
Mu Huaixi did not reply to her immediately. Instead, he went to Shengjing Machinery Factory, carefully investigated the current price, specifications and efficiency of the oil press, and wrote five full pages of letter paper.
She did not give her own judgment directly, but listed the pros and cons and asked Sister Hongxia and Sister Yu to discuss it.
It seems that a decision has been made now.
"Sister Hongxia and the others have decided to buy an oil press?"
"Well," Ying Mingcheng asked the battalion commander a few questions, and then answered her, "Sister Yu reported to the regiment headquarters, and the regiment headquarters decided to help purchase this oil press. The Chinese tallow tree workshop will pay a certain amount every year."
Mu Huaixi nodded, then realized Ying Mingcheng couldn't see and said, "That's actually quite good."
Anyway, the tallow tree workshop was half military and half civilian from the beginning. After the regiment got involved, the purchase volume of tallow trees should have been expanded. However, tallow trees are everywhere in the mountains. There is no such thing as too many to harvest, only too few to be picked.
The two chatted about some family and military matters for almost half an hour before reluctantly saying goodbye.
"Next week, next week I will call home," Ying Mingcheng promised on the other end of the phone. He would not be on a mission again in the short term, but he could not tell when he would be at the regiment headquarters, so he promised to call Shengjing.
Mu Huaixi nodded, and both ends of the phone fell silent, neither of them willing to say goodbye.
Finally, someone from Ying Mingcheng's side called him, and he hung up the call.
Mu Huaixi listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver and was stunned for a long time. She thought that she had gotten used to life without him in the past few months, but in fact she had just suppressed her longing for him deep in her heart. Now this phone call dug out all the deeply buried longing, even more intense than before.
“Ah, ah, ah~!”
Xiao Huihui's voice came from the door. Mu Huaixi wiped her eyes and turned around to see the fat boy opening his arms towards her, leaning towards her, almost jumping out of Grandpa Ying's arms.
"Oh, my baby!" Mu Huaixi hurried over and hugged him in her arms.
Grandpa Ying glanced at her red eyes and said nothing. He handed the child to her and left with his hands behind his back. After a while, grandma hurried into the main hall, wiped her wet hands on her apron, and held Mu Huaixi in her arms.
"Be good, Xiaoxi," grandma didn't ask her anything, but just patted her on the back and kissed her eldest grandson.
Mu Huaixi held Xiaohui in her arms and leaned her head on her grandmother's shoulder, feeling that she was also a child who was loved by someone.
"Grandma, what are we having for dinner?" Mu Huaixi took a deep breath and asked her grandma with a smile.
Grandma let her go, then held her arm and patted it, her words of comfort obvious. "Xiao Xi, this is what it's like to be a soldier's family member. You have to have a strong heart."
Mu Huaixi's eyes turned red again. She remembered her previous dream and nodded with trembling lips.
Compared to the upcoming battlefield, the separation now seems less unbearable.
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