"Deputy Commander Li, you should listen to the doctor and go back to wash up! Look at how dirty you are now, don't let the smell bother Doctor Liu."
"Yes, yes, the political commissar is right, we'll go back now, but..."
"No buts, this is a hospital, and a military hospital at that. What is there to worry about?"
Besides, surely it's alright if we have Deputy Regiment Commander Shen's sister-in-law come over to keep your wife company later?
"Okay, okay, no problem."
"Since there's no problem, then get out of here!"
Yes, yes.
"Thank you, doctor."
"Alright, there are nurses here. You should go back and wash up. Your wife is pregnant now, she can't smell anything strange."
"Okay, I'll go back and wash up and change my clothes."
I never expected to hear this, but I wanted to listen a little longer. However, my consciousness gradually faded, and I fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he was still in that pitch-black water, and then he remembered what he had heard before he fell asleep.
I finally figured out where I was. I never imagined that I would end up like in a novel, reincarnated as a baby after taking a nap.
I don't know when I've traveled to this point in time, but from what I've heard, I can confirm that the pregnant woman is a doctor, and a military doctor at that. As for the father, he seems to be a soldier, a deputy regimental commander. I don't know anything else about him yet.
After thinking it through, I originally planned to listen to the sounds outside again, but because I was too young and didn't have much energy, I fell asleep again soon after.
When I heard the sound again, I had no idea how much time had passed.
"Honey, you're awake. I've made you a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Get up, wash up, and you can eat."
"Senior brother, why are you cooking? Why didn't you wake me up to cook? You work so hard leading troops every day!"
"What's so hard about it? Besides, what's wrong with cooking you a meal? You're pregnant right now."
It's hard enough as it is, but having to go to work every day makes it even harder, doesn't it?
From now on, as long as my senior brother is home, I can leave the housework there and let him do it.
"You're awake now, so hurry up and eat! After you finish eating, I'll take you to work."
"No need, senior brother. Our home isn't far from work, only about a ten-minute walk. Don't you have to go back to the army?"
"It's alright? I just finished a mission recently, so I won't be assigned any new missions for a while. I'll take you to work first, and then you can run to the military base."
"All right"
From the conversation between these parents, it's clear that they have a very good relationship and deep affection. It's just unclear why they address each other so strangely at home, calling each other "senior brother" and "junior sister." What's going on here?
I hadn't figured it out yet, and I couldn't stay awake any longer, so I fell asleep soon after. I'm still too young; I sleep most of the day, and I'm not sure when I'll be awake.
And so, every now and then I would hear bits and pieces of news, and most of what I heard was about the hospital.
Based on the news I've heard these past few days, I'm certain this is a military hospital; otherwise, why would it be full of soldiers coming to see the doctor every day?
In particular, ever since the adoptive mother became pregnant, she has been doing things like stitching up wounds for patients and performing minor surgeries every few days, including removing bullets from people's bodies.
Removing a bullet from a wound—isn't that a gunshot wound?
Now that military hospital does it every now and then!
But even military hospitals are doing very little of it now!
Why do I have this bad feeling? What's going on? Why do I keep getting bullets in? What era is this from?
Even in the 21st century, the surgery of removing a bullet is probably not common even in military hospitals!
Another thing is, when did people start calling each other "comrade"? Although it does happen, it seems that most of them are government employees who like to call each other "comrade"!
In a hospital, shouldn't you call someone "doctor"? Also, you should either call them a patient's family member directly, why would you call them "Comrade xxx"?
What's going on here?! What year is it now?! It's getting more and more confusing.
But I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh well, whatever, things will work themselves out.
Among all these messages, the only one that was somewhat good to me was that I was currently the only child in the family. I just didn't know if my adoptive parents would favor boys over girls, but no matter what, I was their first child, which was better than being in the middle, wasn't it?
If the first child is a daughter, whether the parents are happy or disappointed, it won't be too much of a problem. So, when I'm born, the problems I'll encounter shouldn't be too much of a problem either!
And here's why I say that: because the nurse in the same department as my stepmother had just returned from maternity leave and heard that her second child was a boy. She immediately straightened up, which means that her first child was a daughter.
Sigh! Preferring sons to daughters is unacceptable, but there's nothing we can do about it. No matter when, there will always be families that favor sons over daughters. The only difference is how severe it is.
That's what people said back in my day, but no matter what, whether it's a boy or a girl, it's not about what the parents want; it's a matter for the couple, and it all depends on how you think about it.
My husband hasn't been home lately; apparently he's on a military mission and can't come home.
Sigh! There's one downside to being a soldier, no matter the era: they don't care about their families!
But no matter what, he comes back every ten days or so. When he gets home, he either helps his mother with housework or picks her up from get off work.
But my father hasn't come home even once in the past month, and I don't know why.
The hospital has been quite busy lately, not because there are too many patients, but because the soldiers are all eager to be discharged.
I don't know the specific reason, because whenever I wanted to hear more news, I couldn't stay awake and would fall asleep somewhere.
Luckily, I woke up around noon that day and was eavesdropping.
"Dr. Liu, it's time. There are no patients now. You and Sister Zhou can go eat first. I'll take over the shift."
"Okay, Xiao Zhang," he said, then stood up and slowly walked over.
When Nurse Zhou saw Dr. Liu, who was heavily pregnant, she quickly got up to help her walk side by side.
"Dr. Liu," nurses Xiao Chen, Xiao Qian, Xiao Sun, Xiao Wu, and Xiao Yang saw the head nurse get up and then followed behind.
"Sister Zhou, Xiao Chen, Xiao Qian, Xiao Sun, Xiao Wu, Xiao Yang, let's go eat together!"
Dr. Zhao, who works in the same department as "Dr. Liu," also left at the same time.
"Dr. Zhao, let's go together!"
"Dr. Liu, how many months pregnant are you now?" Dr. Zhao asked.
It's been more than five months.
"I never imagined that Dr. Liu would become a mother now! I remember when I first met her, she was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid! It's like she's a mom in the blink of an eye!" said Head Nurse Zhou.
"Sister Zhou, you're joking. A blink of an eye is a long time; more than ten years have passed."
"Who can argue with that!"
By the way, Dr. Liu, didn't your husband, Old Li, come home for the Mid-Autumn Festival either?
"Yes! He's been very busy lately."
"Who says otherwise? My husband, Lao Shen, hasn't been home for over a month. He's been eating and sleeping at the military base every day."
"That's right! They're all preparing to go to the front lines now, how can they have time to go home!"
"Ugh! Those damn Americans! We finally got the whole country liberated, and everyone could finally live a good life, but they have to start a war again. Aren't they just asking for trouble?" Head Nurse Zhou Tao said angrily.
"Sister Zhou, how could the Americans possibly want us to live a good life?"
"Just based on what they did last year, it's clear their goal was to carve up our country!" Mom said.
"Sister Zhou, Dr. Liu, do you think it's possible to get a call back?" Dr. Zhao asked.
"You, Dr. Zhao, are clearly young and inexperienced. What's there to be afraid of, whether they can win or not? We Communists drove the Japanese devils back to their homeland in Japan, and we even drove Chiang Kai-shek to Taiwan. What are we afraid of, some American?" Sister Zhou said hurriedly.
"Who can argue with that?"
"Yankees, Americans, Americans"—I'll say it three times because it's important. "Can we even fight them?" Isn't this from the Korean War?
There is currently a debate about whether or not to send troops to aid North Korea in the war.
Good heavens, it's 1950! This is going to be the end of me!
Judging from their tone just now, it hasn't reached 10 portions yet, but the Mid-Autumn Festival just passed a few days ago, so there aren't many days left!
How did I end up being reincarnated into this era?
Isn't God fucking messing with me?
Putting aside everything else, countless Chinese heroes died on the battlefield during the Korean War. As for myself, I'm currently still pregnant, so even if I wanted to help, I couldn't do anything!
Furthermore, in this era, besides this, the difficult years that followed were also not easy to get through.
Good heavens! You're really good at tricking people! I don't remember ever tricking you!
Why would you want to send yourself to this era?
Moreover, the Korean War, which lasted from October 1950 to July 1953, was a war that lasted for almost three years and resulted in countless deaths and injuries.
My dad is a soldier, so he'll definitely go back. But he's only five months along now, and he'll be born in almost five more months. That will be 1951. And by the time he starts speaking, it will be at least a year later, 1952. He won't be able to help at all then. What can I do?
Just thinking about it makes me anxious. God, if you really cared, why didn't you let me be reborn a few years earlier, or even a few years earlier in the time of my rebirth?
Putting everything else aside, even if I'm too young to go to the front lines, no matter what, we'd risk our lives to save them all, we can't just look at all the heroes who have sacrificed themselves in this war.
Besides, even though I don't have much ability, I've at least heard some stories about this war, so I can at least do my part, right?
Imagine being transported to the 1950s, where you can't even sit on anything! It looks so nice, yet it all feels so pathetic!
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