Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 960 Old things in the Republic of China: Even if it is indifferent, it is also romantic 56
Chu Changzong couldn't stop her, and he didn't dare to stop her forcefully, so he let her go.

In his life, as the director of the hospital, he has seen too many life and death, and the only one he can't let go of is Chu Jin'an.

Chu Jin'an worked as usual, only to realize that many things happened during her absence. Liang Shangjun left and went to the front line, and the department was quite deserted.

The nurse joked: One of the two best surgeons in our hospital ran away. If Dr. Chu leaves again, he will really have no support. "

Chu Jin'an smiled lightly and said nothing. When he returned to the department, he found a bouquet of lilies on the desk.

Fu Jingshen was dressed in a wine-red suit, with a dejected and attractive face, and with his hands in his pockets, he smiled at her and said, "Thank you, my benefactor, for making up for the platycodon flowers last time."

Chu Jin'an looked at him, but his heart sank to the bottom.

Fu Rongheng is not here, and the return date is unknown, it can be as short as a few months, and as long as a year or so, I am afraid that Fu Jingshen... is about to move.

No matter what, she will guard Beicheng well.

Chu Jin'an coldly refused: "No need."

Fu Jingshen didn't mind, he sent a lot of flowers to the hospital every day, and every nurse had a copy.

No one knew what Fu Jingshen was going to do.

The Commander's Mansion is already empty. Chu Jin'an would pass by there when she was going to work, and never set foot there. Today, when she went to work, she received a special patient.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Chu, for bothering you." The man politely took off his gentleman's hat, "It's just my train this afternoon, and I'm going back to Huichai. I won't be in time if I don't see you again."

"It's you?" Chu Jin'an remembered him. It was a windy day, and she picked up a hat for him, but she didn't know him.

"I heard fourth master mentioned you. I heard that Dr. Chu has superb medical skills and has been admired for a long time." The man said, "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Tan, and my name is Wenwen."

Chu Jin'an remained vigilant.

Qin Wenwen made it clear that he really hoped that they could cooperate and invited Chu Jin'an to join Huigui's biochemical laboratory.

Chu Jin'an felt that the matter was not that simple. The other party's fanatical and obsessive attitude when he mentioned biochemistry made her shudder. What's more, the two sides are still fighting, and they refused neatly: "I'm only shallow, and Mr. Tan thinks highly of it."

Tan Wenwen said goodbye to her regretfully, and said that if Chu Jin'an changed his mind, he could come to him at any time.

He had a high regard for Chu Jin'an, and it didn't matter if he refused now. When Beicheng became his possession, Chu Jin'an couldn't help but refuse.

Fourth master's woman, heh, she still has to obey his orders by then.

In his hand, there is still a trump card that can turn clouds and rain!

Because of the recent incidents, Chu Jin'an was always restless. Until the first news of victory came, the entire North City was enveloped in an atmosphere of joy, and his admiration was beyond words.

Although Chu Jin'an cared about what Fu Rongheng did before he left, it was just a personal affair, and she was still sincerely happy about it.

Come to think of it... it won't be a big problem.

On the front line, in the middle of the night, against the moon.

Looking to the north, the distance stretches as far as the eye can see, stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

The land is desolate, and has experienced life and death several times.When the north wind blows, the sky is full of dust.

"It's windy at night. Fourth master keeps having a low fever these days. It's better not to blow the wind." Feng Lingzhi came from the dark, and put a general's coat on the man.

Fu Rongheng is their backbone, anyone can fall, but he can't.

"Take a breath." He said lightly, with clear and deep lines on his side face.

Fu Rongheng only wore an army green shirt, and the desolate moonlight enveloped his body, casting a paler shadow, but his back was straight and steep, like a mountain and sea.

With yellow sand flying all over the sky, what he stands on is broken mountains and rivers, and what he carries on his shoulders is the righteousness of his family and country, which weighs heavily on his heart.

The weight of those few years is too heavy. Once it grows into a national concern, it will not be able to allocate much effort and leave it to personal affairs.

He didn't care about the coat on his body, and looked in the direction of the north, five hundred kilometers ahead, in the direction of the train passing by, the siren blared, and there was an old man.

Feng Lingzhi followed his gaze: "I won the battle today, isn't fourth master happy?"

"But at the beginning, it's nothing to worry about." Fu Rongheng's tone was very calm, and he smiled lightly, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered a sentence from the ancients."

"what?"

Fu Rongheng walked back, the voice faded away and entered his ears loudly.

"The moon is the brightness of my hometown."

Feng Lingzhi looked at his back.

The fire in the tent was dimly lit, and everyone gathered around the people in the center, talking to each other, up and down, discussing the deployment.

Military regulations are strict, but Fu Rongheng doesn't stick to trifles, calmness and wildness do not conflict with him, he is good at employing people, and decisive in killing, everyone admires him from the bottom of their hearts.

Today's victory is just shallow water, Fu Rongheng doesn't intend to stop there.

When it was late at night, Fu Rongheng said sharply: "Feng Lingzhi, you and Zhao Pengzhong led the main force northward to attract the enemy's firepower from the front."

Feng Lingzhi looked serious: "Yes!"

Zhao Pengzhong also nodded: "Don't worry, fourth master."

He stood there with his back like a green hill, his fingers slid across the map, and he said succinctly: "I will lead the elite soldiers deep into the enemy's belly and attack from behind."

After the two armies met, they formed a tendency to encircle the enemy from front to back, cutting off their retreat.

If the plan is implemented smoothly, Hui Qian will have no power to fight back.

Thousands of kilometers of land are condensed on a pan-old map, and a battle line he calmly draws runs through the mountains and rivers, and the flames of war are raging.

The candlelight crackled, reflecting the shadows of five or six people in the tent.

Fu Rongheng lined up his troops, with a clear and powerful voice, which made everyone's blood boil!

Only Liang Shangjun, who was leaning on the side, frowned and objected, thinking that he was too risky, and even if it was implemented, he didn't need to do it himself.

He chuckled: "Others can go, but I can't? How can my life be so precious?"

Liang Shangjun: "That's not what I meant."

When the smile faded away, Fu Rongheng's voice was very calm: "I understand, but I can't stand behind the soldiers all the time and let them die for me."

He has righteousness in his heart, and Liang Shangjun knows it.

He has a knot with Huiqian, and Liang Shangjun also knows it.

But if he had known that the final result would be like that... He would never let Fu Rongheng go tonight no matter what.

The same moonlight, different hours, different people.

Someone was waiting in the dark for a long time.

"Adjutant Feng, long time no see." Tan Wenwen smiled slightly and opened his arms, "Welcome back, my ace!"

The moonlight spread towards his feet, reflecting a resolute face with a bald head, it was Feng Lingzhi.

The days passed day by day, the war continued, and the northern city in late autumn became colder and colder, especially in the north. It made people feel that the warmth of that summer was just a dream.

The only consolation is the good news from the flames of war.

Chu Jin’an lived his life as usual, commuting to and from get off work on time every day, occasionally working overtime, listening to operas and drinking tea in his spare time. The books he brought back from abroad were piled up on the bookshelves and boxes, some of which were covered with dust.

(End of this chapter)