So during this winter break, Xiao Jiu lost her freedom and was taken to the medical school by Professor Nan to study under her.
Mr. Nan is fifty-six years old this year. He is a very kind scholar and an outstanding surgeon in our army.
She is the descendant of a red capitalist and studied in England in her early years; she is a gifted doctor.
Ever since she became famous at school for killing an enemy agent in the wild, she has caught her eye.
With her application to skip a grade and the learning experience she had accumulated over two lifetimes, she passed her assessment perfectly.
She has a beautiful name, Nan Jinping.
When the two of them are together, it's more like a grandmother and granddaughter relationship. She's extremely strict with her when she's studying, but she's full of tenderness in her eyes when she's not.
Xiao Jiu really didn't want such a kind old woman to experience those dark years.
Her husband is the brigade commander of an air force brigade. If it weren't for his protection back then, she probably wouldn't have gotten to where she is today.
Now that her husband has retired and her two sons have joined the military, the future of these second-generation military personnel is bright.
I hope she and her family get through this safely!
Although I was a doctoral student in my previous life, the systems I'm exposed to in this life are different.
Even if we don't say we have to start all over again, we still have to work late into the night every day, trying our best to memorize, recite, and repeatedly study and understand.
The school now gives her a great deal of freedom. She still lives in dormitory 201, and she can choose to attend any of her sophomore, junior, or senior year classes.
All she needs to do is pass the individual defense session with experts and professors next summer.
Oh, by the way, she also needs to write a paper to test her professional abilities.
It is indeed difficult, but as you move forward, many difficulties will become clearer as you delve into your memories, giving you a sense of seeing the sun after the clouds have parted.
Is Xiao Jiu intentionally shortening her study period, or does she want to force herself to absorb more substantial knowledge within a limited timeframe?
Once things get chaotic, who will have the mind to teach?
Now, all she can control is herself, so the future development of Yuanyuan depends on her own efforts.
By this time next year, my two older brothers will also be assigned to military industrial units.
As a classified unit, they are unlikely to be affected in the future.
This year, Xiao Jiu spent Lunar New Year's Eve with all the medical staff and patients who stayed at the military hospital.
This is a completely new experience, and perhaps it will become the norm in the future.
However, just as the clock struck midnight, a military transport plane brought in eight seriously wounded soldiers.
When families reunite, there are always those who bear the burden for us.
The transport planes didn't come for nothing; they also took away some of the wounded who were about to be discharged from the hospital.
She never expected that Zhou Yue would be among the pilots and co-pilots who came to make contact.
She thought she was seeing things, but when she saw him walking towards her in a sky-blue pilot's uniform, with a confident smile and steady, powerful steps, she was still taken aback. "You..."
"It's been three months since I got back. This is my first mission, and I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."
The co-pilot, a serious middle-aged man, looked quite surprised to see Zhou Yue talking to a petite female doctor.
As they got closer, they realized the doctor didn't look very old. "Zhou Yue, who is this?"
Xiao Jiu immediately saluted: "Good morning, Captain. I'm a student from the military hospital."
"Oh, you must be Zhou Yue's childhood sweetheart, right? We saw the photo of you two together in front of the military hospital!"
Thank you so much, young comrade. If it weren't for your help in persuading him, he still wouldn't be coming back!
See, isn't this better than becoming a paratrooper?
The co-pilot had other things to do, so he said goodbye and left, but made sure to give them time to talk.
After everyone left, Xiao Jiu pointed at herself, puzzled: "Because of me?"
"Those are all things they imagined; in reality, I figured it out myself."
They all thought I left because I was throwing a tantrum, and they wanted me to go to the grassroots level to get some experience.
As a result, I performed exceptionally well in the all-army skills competition and caught the eye of several leaders.
They panicked, fearing I'd be brainwashed again and never go back.
At this point, he, who is usually serious, even laughed out loud, which shows that he was in a very good mood.
"The political commissar came to me personally. He asked me to fly transport planes first, and then I could gradually learn other types of aircraft. The main thing was to assess my physical condition."
Xiao Jiu blinked. "So you're in Xishi now too?"
Zhou Yue nodded, "I just didn't expect you to be here. I saw you transferring the wounded on the plane just now, and I thought I was seeing things!"
"The professor gave me this learning opportunity, but I didn't go back this year. Aren't you the same? It's the Lunar New Year, have you eaten yet?"
Xiao Jiu thought for a moment, then got up and took out the shrimp dumplings she had secretly made herself from her spatial storage, using the opportunity of going to the duty room as an excuse.
I put it in a cloth bag and handed it over, saying, "It's already cold, you can heat it up when you get home."
The ones below are for you, shrimp dumplings. The one on top is for your colleague, pork and scallion dumplings.
I still have some here; you can take them home to celebrate the New Year. This is our hospital's phone number; I'll be available until the Lantern Festival.
"Okay, I'll come to the hospital to see you after I've rested."
Time was of the essence, and after handing over their work, they immediately took off to send the patients back to their respective military regions.
By the time they returned to the base, it was already dawn. After a night of travel, neither of them looked well.
So when Zhou Yue handed over a brand new aluminum lunchbox, Chang Baokang turned his head in confusion: "What's this?"
“These were given to us by my little green plum. We each got a box, but they’re already cold. We need to go to the kitchen and ask them to heat them up for us.”
Chang Baokang opened the lunchbox and saw that it was full of food, with large, thin-skinned pieces. He picked one up at random, put it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up instantly after taking a bite.
"Hey, it's pork and scallion filling, with a hint of chives. Did you make these yourself, little plum? What kind of filling are they?"
Zhou Yue awkwardly hid behind her, saying, "Master Chang, you can eat that. You're not used to this one; it's fishy."
"What fishy smell? I don't mind!"
"I don't even have enough to eat myself. Let's go grab something to eat before those guys get up."
These air force pilots are the nation's precious talents, so it's no exaggeration to say that their food is the best among all branches and regions of the armed forces.
But he couldn't eat seafood often, unless he was transferred to the naval flight squadron one day, in which case he could eat seafood every day.
Even in the well-fed flight squadrons, shrimp dumplings weren't something you could just eat whenever you wanted.
Zhou Yue was reluctant to give them to Chang Baokang, and after teasing him, he didn't shamelessly ask for more. But the dumplings tasted even better after being heated up.
Although the skin of the dumplings had become quite soggy, it didn't affect the taste of the dumplings themselves.
"Not bad, kid. Your little green plum's cooking skills are pretty good. When you have the chance, let her come visit our base."
Zhou Yue's eyes lit up. "Will it work?"
"Why not? She's a student at our Air Force Medical University, so it's perfect for her to visit the Air Force base."
Let her try our Air Force food, and maybe she can even cook a special meal for our class. With such excellent skills, how could she be used as a scalpel?
Chang Baokang left with regret, but Zhou Yue returned to his dormitory to check his schedule, secretly wondering which day would be suitable to visit her.
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