Ye Bailu was destined to be fooled this time. Ye Zhiqiu knew what Wang Fugui would say to her tomorrow!
It's snowing today, so we can't go. It's windy today, so we can't go. It's not sunny today, so we can't go...
There were too many reasons, but my younger sister was too happy too early. She lost because she was too young and her ideas were too naive.
We chatted for a while while dinner was ready. We learned from them that their primary and secondary schools would resume classes tomorrow.
So everyone was busy again, and except for walking to school, life returned to normal.
It was too cold to ride a bicycle, and walking was better because it provided more exercise, so Ye Wubing and his sister walked to and from school.
While eating dinner, we chatted about what happened today.
Ye Tianya asked curiously, "Boss, will your transport team go to pick up the materials tomorrow morning or afternoon?"
Ye Zhiqiu swallowed the cabbage in his mouth and said in surprise, "Your workshop should have been notified, right? Production will officially resume tomorrow, so naturally they'll go and get the materials back early in the morning."
Ye Tianya shook his head and said, "No one said that. Anyway, it depends on the situation. I heard that there is a long queue for transporting materials. I guess that's why they think they can't transport them back in the morning?"
Ye Zhiqiu didn't know about this either. He explained with a smile, "Haha, I don't know about that. Just queue up. I won't be working tomorrow anyway! I'm going to help Director Wu with ingredients for his godson's wedding banquet. I don't have to go to work for the next two days."
"Ah? You're not going to work just after work resumes?"
"Yeah, Boss, aren't you the head of the transport team? Will it have a negative impact if you don't go to work?"
"Well, the transport team has no missions now, they're just hauling materials. They were operating normally before I was gone. My absence from the factory has no impact at all!"
This is true. Whether Ye Zhiqiu is there or not has no effect on the operation of the transport team. It was still operating normally even without him as the team leader, right?
After the meal, Ye Zhiqiu chatted for a while and then went back to sleep.
He didn't get up until after nine o'clock the next day. After washing up in the kitchen, he was about to go to the living room when he heard a voice calling from the door.
"Hello, is this Comrade Ye Zhiqiu's home? Is anyone home?"
Ye Zhiqiu was a little surprised. Why would someone come to find him at this time?
He hurried to the door, opened it, and saw the postman. He asked in surprise, "Comrade, I'm Ye Zhiqiu. Is there a letter for me?"
"Hey, there's a letter for you, sent from the hospital. I don't know what you were thinking. You're not far from Union Hospital, so why do you have to write letters to communicate..."
Ye Zhiqiu was also very surprised. He hadn't heard of anyone being hospitalized. Even if someone was hospitalized, they could have just sent someone to inform them. There was no need to write a letter!
After he signed for it, he went to the living room, but Wang Fugui left a note saying that he was going out to meet an old friend.
Ye Zhiqiu curled his lips. This clearly meant he was going back to work. Actually, he didn't even know where his work unit was. Because Wang Fugui said that a liaison officer like him didn't need to report to work at all.
Anyway, when he is needed one day, his file will be called up and he will be assigned the task of delivering messages. Normally, he is not used at all...
Ye Zhiqiu was also feeling angry. He felt like he had joined the unit, but it also felt like he hadn't. He felt like he was being despised...
After opening the letter and seeing the contents, Ye Zhiqiu stood up in shock.
"Dear Comrade Xiaoye, I'm Fang Wenhai. I've been transferred to Union Hospital for treatment due to injuries. After much thought, I realized you're the only person I know in Beijing, and my comrades have asked me to talk to you when I get back. So I've written this letter... If you're busy, don't ask for leave to come. Focus on work."
After reading the letter, Ye Zhiqiu frowned, his face full of worry. He knew very well that he needed to be transferred back to the capital for treatment, which proved that the old squad leader was seriously injured!
He put his thoughts into the space and first took out three meaty shanks, cut them into several sections, and added three cut pig's trotters. Then, after adjusting the fire, he put the ingredients for the stew into the large soup pot and stewed it directly on the kitchen stove.
This kind of clay pot is very large, and usually a whole chicken is put in it to stew soup, so there is no problem with the meat bones and pig's trotters.
Stewing this soup takes quite a while, so Ye Zhiqiu waited in the kitchen, skimming off the blood foam. He didn't know what kind of suffering the squad leader had endured this time, but it would definitely be a good idea to give him some tonic.
I was smoking a cigarette and it was already half past twelve. I felt that the soup was almost done.
Ye Zhiqiu poured himself a bowl and scooped out a piece of pig's trotter, which was very soft and tender. The soup was also very delicious. Satisfied, he closed the fire vent to the minimum, which would keep the soup hot but not boiling, so that his family could have a bowl of soup in the evening.
He returned to the living room and left a note explaining that he had gone to the hospital to visit his comrades and had stewed bone soup in the pot, asking whoever went home first to remember to visit him and write it down.
Then he dug out his family's thermos, a thing with an aluminum liner and a bamboo exterior that didn't hold much heat. But it was essential for delivering soup and meals to the hospital, and nearly every household had one.
Ye Zhiqiu first fished out the meat and pig's trotters, then added the soup. He then dug out a wolfskin from Wang Xiaolan's cabinet. He wrapped the thermos up, placed it on his bicycle, locked the gate, and headed for the hospital.
If it were normal times, this distance could be reached in just half an hour of riding, but this was winter after the snow, and it was impossible to ride fast at all.
After all, the road was not easy to walk on, and the cold wind was freezing, so it took Ye Zhiqiu more than fifty minutes to reach Union Hospital.
After locking up his bicycle in the bicycle shed, he walked inside holding the wolfskin-wrapped thermos.
When he arrived at the front desk, he asked directly for the location of the inpatient department and started running in. At that time, the road signs were not as clear as those in later generations, so he asked people along the way before he found the location of the inpatient department.
At this time, all the hospitalized people were on the first floor because it was inconvenient to move around and there was no elevator. The second floor was instead home to various offices and diagnosis rooms.
Ye Zhiqiu found the nurse at the front desk and quickly asked, "Nurse, could you please help me find out which ward Fang Wenhai is in? He was just transferred here from out of town for treatment."
The nurse was very good-tempered. She started looking through the files and soon said to Ye Zhiqiu, "I found it. Comrade Fang Wenhai is currently undergoing surgery. His ankle fracture is very serious!"
Experts are currently attempting surgical correction to see if it can be restored to a certain degree. The patient's family should be prepared; if the surgery fails, the patient may need amputation.
Even if I succeed, I’ll still have a limp when I walk in the future…”
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