After laughing and joking around for a while, Li Chu put the child in the crib next to her and covered him with a small blanket.
"Qiaoyun, are you still going to sing?"
Since last month, Li Qiaoyun has been consistently exercising to regain her figure. With the help of the medicine prescribed by Li Chu, the results over the past month have been remarkable, and she looks more plump than before her pregnancy.
"Of course I still want to sing."
"I have a song here that's quite suitable for singing during the National Day holiday. If you're really planning to perform on stage again, I think the National Day stage might be more suitable for your appearance this time."
As he spoke, Li Chu glanced at Uncle Wang, and seeing that he didn't react, he took out a few pieces of paper from the bag on the table and handed them to Li Qiaoyun.
"There are still a few months until National Day, by then you will definitely be back to your prime."
Uncle Wang certainly wouldn't say anything. Singing is his daughter-in-law's profession, and she's now a nationally renowned singer. Her songs are all very good, not the kind of decadent music, and she's frequently praised in the newspapers.
They haven't appeared in public for the past year, and some people have even written to their dance troupe to inquire about it.
Oh right, I forgot to mention that Wang Jun and Li Qiaoyun suffered heavy losses because of the birth of this second daughter. One of them had one grade of salary deducted and was not allowed to receive a raise for three years.
There's nothing we can do; rules are rules.
When Wang Yueyue heard that this was the punishment, her eyes kept darting around, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.
Li Qiaoyun took the papers and started reading; they contained sheet music and lyrics.
As expected of someone who specializes in this, after watching for a while, she started humming softly.
"Today is your birthday, my..."
I released a flock of white doves at dawn.
I'll bring you an olive leaf
Pigeons flew over the towering mountains.
We wish you a happy birthday, my…”
As soon as she sang the first line, she immediately attracted the attention of Uncle Wang, who was flipping through the newspaper. He listened attentively as his daughter-in-law hummed the song haltingly.
"Xiao Chu, did you write this?"
"Oh, what's wrong, Uncle?" Having experienced so much, Li Chu didn't care anymore. Anyway, he was the first to produce it, so who could say that it wasn't written by him?
Moreover, when the song was published, he always wrote "anonymous" in the lyricist and composer column, so only the head of the song and dance troupe knew where the song came from.
The current head of the group's predecessor had once tried to get Li Chu to write more poems, or to write a few for others as well.
After being rejected twice, she stopped talking. The current leader also approached her last year while Li Qiaoyun was pregnant and recuperating, but after learning about Li Chu's position at the time, he gave up immediately.
"Not bad, not bad, this song is indeed quite suitable for the National Day Gala, Qiaoyun, you should practice it more."
Uncle Wang said "good" twice in a row, which shows that he was very satisfied with the song.
"Okay, Dad, I'll practice hard. Thank you, brother."
"We're all family, so let's not speak like strangers."
Wang Jun reached out and grabbed Li Chu's arm: "Come on, come with me outside for a smoke."
"Old Wang, what are your thoughts on what Old Chen told you yesterday about Xiao Chu's responsibilities?"
Aunt Wang watched the two people walk out of the yard, thought for a moment, then turned to the old man and asked.
"He definitely won't agree. Last year, when he was appointed as a committee member, he refused several times. In the end, that person called him over and gave him a good scolding before he reluctantly agreed. This time, he's given more responsibilities. Just you wait and see, he'll definitely jump off the boat again."
He doesn't like those things, he genuinely doesn't, he's not just saying it casually. But then again, being content with little makes one invincible, maybe it's just his personality that makes the higher-ups want to give him more responsibility. Sigh... I'll talk to him later, Old Chen really knows how to stir things up for me.
Outside the gate, Li Chu and Wang Jun did not stand at the entrance, but walked to the side.
"Speak up, why did you drag me out here?"
“Yesterday, Elder Shen came over and talked for quite a while with the old man and Chief Wu. I overheard them when I went in to get some water. It seemed like they were saying they wanted to give you more responsibilities, but I don’t know the specifics.”
Li Chu was immediately alarmed. He had sensed that when Uncle Wang looked at him earlier, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and sure enough, something was up.
And Uncle Wu, after his physical examination, specifically told him to go to Uncle Wang's place before leaving.
These old men were all planning this; they were trying to gradually tie him down. Somewhat annoyed, he raised his hand and rubbed his face.
Looking at the appearance of this older brother and father-in-law, Wang Jun shook his head with a wry smile.
Everyone else is scrambling to climb the ladder, but this guy is just trying to hide.
"Li Chu, Brother Chu, do you know that you're begging to be punched?"
"Junzi, you should know me. If I really wanted to climb the social ladder, I wouldn't have chosen to study medicine back then."
There are so many trivial things happening every day now, I don't even have time to look at my research project. I have to leave it to Wenxuan and the other two. If I get any extra workload, I don't think I'll even have time to go to the hospital.
Wang Jun nodded silently. Others might not understand, but he knew his childhood friend perfectly well, but...
"There's no other way, you can only accept it, or you'll end up like last time, getting scolded and then accepting it. You have no other choice."
"Sigh~" Li Chu sighed dejectedly.
Frustrated as I may be, there's no way I'd get him to readily take on any work.
This time, he decided to take the initiative.
The day after he returned from the sanatorium, he went back inside and stayed for quite a while. By the time he came out, the city lights were already on.
Then, starting from the third day, he threw himself into the cancer treatment research project team, ignoring everything else, and constantly instructing people to start admitting cancer patients, including transferring them from other hospitals in Beijing, just like he had done at Peking Union Medical College Hospital many years ago.
His proactive approach this time was somewhat effective. At the routine meeting at headquarters in May, his work was not adjusted, and he was still mainly responsible for the Internal Security Committee.
Actually, some work was added, but it was all in the abstract and there was no substantial work involved.
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However, there was an unexpected bonus: his relationship with everyone at headquarters who was able to attend the meeting improved.
This relieved him and allowed him to treat cancer patients with greater ease.
The main hospital even specially allocated a ward for this project team, equipped with enough doctors and nurses, as well as a group of interns from the college.
He didn't just use pure traditional Chinese medicine treatment. After consulting with the patient and their family, he had the surgeons perform several surgeries, and then the patient received traditional Chinese medicine treatment after the surgeries, to compare and see which method was better.
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