Jiang Jun smiled in agreement: "Dad."
Jiang Yonghua smiled happily: "Xiaojun? That's great! You still recognize me!"
Jiang Yun kept smiling and said nothing more.
She didn't know what the next line would be.
Her cousin once told her that when acting as an extra, if she couldn’t remember her lines, she should just keep silent so that the crew could add dubbing during post-production.
Jiang Yonghua smiled: "Xiaojun, after you finish the IV, Uncle Chen will check you out. If you don't have a concussion, we can go home."
Jiang Jun continued to smile, but she really felt the pain. She found that there was an IV drip on the back of her hand. The bottle was hung on the iron frame at the head of the bed, and the medicine flowed down the yellow rubber tube.
Damn, this prop is too realistic!
This kind of rubber infusion tube was only available in the 1970s. Props Wang is really good and can find it.
Look further down.
Jiang Jun was shocked. It actually pierced the back of his hand!
No wonder it hurts so much.
The cold liquid actually flowed into the blood vessels on the back of the hand!
The most terrifying thing is that her slender fingers, which were at the ninth level of amateur piano playing, have actually become smaller!
"Mai..." Jiang Jun stopped the word "gao de" in time.
Jiang Yonghua was stunned for a moment: "Your mother doesn't know you're injured yet. I'll take you home first. Just lie down and take a nap. Don't pay attention to her. I'll go ask Section Chief Shan for leave and be back soon."
Jiang Jun was stunned by this sudden accident and could only move his lips: "Oh!"
Jiang Yonghua smelled the food in the corridor outside: "Xiaojun, wait a moment, I'll go get you breakfast. What do you want to eat?"
Jiang Jun licked his chapped lips and said, "I want some porridge."
No matter in ancient or modern times, no matter in east, south, west or north, as long as you talk about eating porridge and steamed buns, you will never be exposed.
Jiang Yonghua stood up and walked out: "Okay, I'll be back soon."
Jiang Jun was the only one left in the room. She quickly raised her right hand and took a look. It was the hand of a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old. She nervously touched her chest, but the proud 36D was gone. There was only a coarse cloth shirt and a fine cotton vest underneath. She was so thin now that she could touch her ribs.
Jiang Yun smiled and began to ask himself.
who I am?
Jiang Yun.
Where am I?
Hospital.
What am I doing?
I'm injured and receiving an IV drip.
Jiang Jun's head buzzed. Oh my god, it's exposed!
She actually ran into the melodramatic plot of her cousin's crew and the vulgar scenes that she disdained to watch.
Jiang Jun looked around the room she was in, which was less than 15 square meters and had only two old-fashioned camp beds.
Jiang Jun was lying on one bed, and the other bed was covered with only a white sheet and a flat white cloth pillow with red numbers printed on it: one, one, two.
Between the two beds, there was a half-new bedside table. The yellowed white paint had many cracks and peeling parts.
The bedside table has two drawers. The dumpling-shaped handles on the drawers are rusty and black, and there are old-fashioned locks nailed on the drawers.
In the center of the roof, there is a tungsten filament light bulb invented by Edison, which is as big as a fist.
Combined with the military uniform he had just seen, Jiang Jun concluded that this was around the 1970s.
Oumaika, you have become an outlier!
In order to avoid being exposed, the only way is to be smart and keep silent, or to be smart and act stupid.
Jiang Yonghua hurried back, holding a rice bowl in each hand and placing it on the bedside table.
"Xiaojun, the hospital cafeteria doesn't have rice porridge for breakfast anymore. We only have cornmeal porridge. I made you two steamed buns and two eggs. Is that okay?"
Jiang Yun looked at Jiang Yonghua steadily, guessing his age: "Okay."
Jiang Yonghua was puzzled by his daughter's stunned look: "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you?"
At this moment, the doctor and the nurse came to check on the patient.
"Xiaojun, are you awake?" Dr. Chen greeted with a smile.
Jiang Yonghua turned around: "Doctor Chen!"
Doctor Chen nodded. "Deputy Chief Jiang! You haven't had breakfast yet? Why don't you wait until I'm done examining you? It won't take more than a few minutes, and your little Jun won't go hungry."
Jiang Yonghua took two steps aside and said, "Okay, if everything is fine after the examination, I'll take her home."
The nurse came forward, carefully helped Jiang Yun sit up, and supported her shoulders.
Doctor Chen clamped the stethoscope and listened to Jiang Yun's heart and lungs. He then took a flashlight and turned up Jiang Yun's eyelids to shine a light into the fundus of his eyes.
While checking his hearing, Jiang Jun turned around and saw the rice bowls on the bedside table. One of the bowls was filled with golden paste with a layer of crust on the surface.
Such beautiful corn porridge, it is the best keepfit food with low calories and high fiber.
Seeing that Jiang Jun didn't move, Doctor Chen followed Jiang Jun's gaze and asked casually, "What's in the bowl?"
Jiang Jun answered casually, "Corn porridge."
"Hot porridge?" Doctor Chen repeated, then burst into laughter. "Not bad, not bad. You even know the scientific name for corn cobs. Deputy Chief Jiang, Xiaojun is fine now. You can go home. I'll write you a prescription and give you antibiotics. You can go back to the clinic for an injection."
Jiang Yonghua was naturally very happy: "Thank you, Doctor Chen."
After checking the ward, Dr. Chen left with the nurse.
Jiang Yonghua held Jiang Yun's shoulders and said, "Xiao Yun, can you still sit? Daddy will feed you."
Jiang Yun was inexplicably fascinated by the feeling of being served by his father: "I want to drink porridge."
Without a spoon, Jiang Yonghua directly fed Jiang Yun with the rice bowl.
The corn porridge is extremely sweet and sticky, the steamed buns are extremely chewy, and the eggs are very fragrant, definitely free-range eggs.
After breakfast, Jiang Yonghua asked her if she wanted to go to the restroom again: "The restrooms in the hospital are very clean. They're all cleaned with disinfectant. It's not that good back home."
Jiang Jun shook his head: "No need."
She still has an IV drip in her hand. She can't ask her father to hold the bottle of medicine for her and follow her, right?
After the drip, Jiang Yonghua asked the nurse for an injection, took Jiang Jun out of the hospital, pushed an old-fashioned bicycle, let Jiang Jun sit on the back seat, got on the bicycle, and drove towards the asphalt road.
This is a country road, a two-lane road with no markings and lush trees on both sides.
Jiang Yonghua quickly rode to the gate of a large courtyard, got off his bike, held the bike steady with one hand, and saluted the guard at the gate with the other.
The guard saluted in return and hurried forward to open the small door.
Jiang Yonghua nodded slightly in thanks, but didn't get back on his bike. Instead, he pushed it towards the bungalows in the courtyard, crossed the courtyard, and stopped in front of the first bungalow he passed. "Xiaojun, there's no one home. Go in and lie down for a while. I'll ask for leave and come back."
Jiang Jun jumped off the bicycle, his legs were numb, and it took him a long time before he could walk again.
She looked around and saw only Jiang Yonghua riding away on his bicycle and the guard at the gate standing motionless like a stone statue.
Jiang Yun slowly walked up the stairs and pushed open the door.
As soon as you enter the house, you will see a dining room. The round table in the middle of the room is covered with a white crocheted tablecloth, and a half-knitted sweater is placed on the chair next to it.
Through the dining room is the kitchen. There is a stove in the corner of the room, and there are ashes of firewood in the stove.
Jiang Jun shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat.
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