Return to the 1982 Staff Compound

Chapter 1 1982 Years

Qiu Huoming felt that this year was his lucky year. As soon as the New Year passed, he was elected as the vice chairman of the hospital's trade union. On the one hand, he was indeed very capable, and on the other hand, his extremely friendly appearance and conversation gave him extra points.

The weather in early spring was very cold. He walked through the hospital garden with a bag of fruit in his hand. He was going to the inpatient department to visit an elderly widower who had fainted at the bus stop and was sent to the hospital. He had just woken up yesterday.

He actually has the same name and surname as me. He was a worker in a nearby factory that had long gone bankrupt. He had no children and suffered from multiple chronic diseases. He lived a poor life relying on the minimum living allowance every month.

Out of humanitarianism, the hospital waived most of his medical expenses. As a representative of the hospital, Qiu Huoming went to visit him today and handled his discharge procedures.

In a five-bed ward on the third floor near the inner side, there was the sound of lively chatting. Before Qiu Huoming walked in, he knew that it must be the family members of the patient in bed one who came to visit. This family has a large population, and every time they come to visit, the place is particularly lively with children coming along.

He pushed open the door and saw the taciturn old man with the same name and surname at the innermost side.

The quietness on his side formed a sharp contrast with the lively other side.

He was a quiet man, leaning on the bed. The early spring sunshine poured in through the window, shining on the old half of his face. Although he was only about 60 years old, he looked like a man in his seventies.

Qiu Huoming felt uneasy for no reason.

He took a deep breath, walked straight to the innermost part, put down the fruit in his hand, pulled out the stool at the head of the bed and sat down. He leaned forward and asked in a gentle tone: "Old man, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The old man then turned his head to look at him, his neck was like a piece of wood that had been neglected for a long time, and it made a slight creaking sound as it turned.

He stretched out his bony right hand, as if to shake hands with Qiu Huoming.

Qiu Huoming felt even more uneasy. He held the old man's hand and was about to say some polite words.

The old man spoke, his voice as hoarse and rough as an old wooden stake, "You...are going to die."

Hearing this, Qiu Huoming was startled and instantly let go of his hand, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Make it up... for me..." The old man looked at him steadily and finished his words intermittently.

Qiu Huoming stood up suddenly, but before he could stand firmly, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

In a daze, he heard someone calling his name: "Huo Ming, Huo Ming..."

Qiu Huoming didn't know how long he had been unconscious. His body felt like it was being roasted in flames. After the heat dissipated, a cool feeling spread from his forehead and he slowly opened his eyes.

All he saw was white. While his vision was still blurry, he could already smell disinfectant. This smell made him feel more at ease.

Qiu Huoming secretly thanked his luck that he fainted in the hospital and must have been rescued in time.

As his thoughts returned, the scene in front of him gradually became clearer in his retina. He looked at this small and simple room, and for a moment he was unable to connect it with his own Grade A hospital.

This... is clearly a small clinic!

He looked at a New Year picture hanging on the wall, and was dazzled for a moment by the bright words 1982 below.

The door creaked open and a middle-aged woman with a blank expression and red eyes walked in.

The moment Qiu Huoming saw her, countless memories suddenly flooded into his mind. He frowned and let out a groan of pain.

When the woman saw him wake up, the smile on her face was frightened by his sudden look of pain.

She took a quick step, reached out to remove the towel from his forehead, touched his forehead, and asked in panic: "Huo Ming, do you have a headache..."

Her hands were rough and warm. After taking in this wave of memories, Qiu Huoming looked at her with a strange expression.

I... traveled through time, and the person I traveled through was actually the lonely old man in the hospital! His long life played out in my mind like a revolving lantern.

The middle-aged woman in front of him was called Chen Suniang, the original body's mother.

He will also be the first relative to be killed by the original owner in the future.

Seeing her panicked expression, Qiu Huoming finally couldn't hold back his sympathy and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm fine."

Perhaps the noise inside was too loud, and a young man in a white coat came in from the doorway, "Hey, you're awake."

He walked to the bedside, bent down, lifted Qiu Huoming's quilt, reached out and took out a thermometer from Qiu Huoming's armpit, looked at it in the light from the window, and a hint of joy appeared on his face:

"The fever is gone."

"Aunt Chen, please take your son home to recuperate. Today is only half a day, so we won't charge you for the hospitalization fee. You just need to pay for the injection."

"Doctor Hou, thank you. Huo Ming seemed to have a headache just now. Would you like to help him again?" Chen Suniang stood up and said timidly.

"If the fever of such a strong young man is gone, he is fine. Go home and rest for two days. He will be full of energy again."

Doctor Hou glanced at his face and said firmly.

With the doctor's words, Qiu's mother immediately felt relieved and began to arrange for her to be discharged from the hospital.

It’s a small clinic. You just need to get a prescription and you can go out.

Qiu Huoming came back on a cart, and the person pulling the cart was his father Qiu Jianshe. Originally, he wanted to walk back, but his gait was unsteady, and his old father could not carry him at a height of 1 meters. Finally, they compromised and had a cart pushed over from the factory to transport him back.

Half lying on the cart, he covered his face in shame.

Qiu Huoming's home is in the county party committee staff compound in the east of the city. The second bungalow near the innermost side is his home. There are six people in his family, including an older sister and two younger sisters.

The house has two bedrooms and a living room, which is not enough for people to live in, so another room was built opposite the door, which can be regarded as Qiu Huoming's independent room. The room is cold in winter and hot in summer, which is very challenging.

The academic workload in the second year of high school cannot be said to be light, but people of this era are not so enthusiastic about learning. He was admitted to high school in a muddle, and barely made it to the second year of high school. He was already a little overwhelmed, and every day he thought about being recruited into a factory to work, which made him even less motivated to study.

These days, the education system is ten years long, and high school only has two years, which means that we will be taking the college entrance examination this year.

The original body's eldest sister was already married and was living a pretty good life in the neighboring county. Her two younger sisters, one in middle school and the other in elementary school, had average to upper-middle grades.

Both of his parents are working. His mother is a worker in a factory and his father is a clerk in the county committee. Our family is not rich, but we have no problem having enough food to eat.

Qiu Huoming was unloaded from the cart and lay back in his small room.

At noon, after they gave Qiu Huoming a bowl of white porridge, his parents rushed back to work, leaving him alone at home to recuperate.

With dull eyes, he recalled the life his original incarnation had lived.

Because the original body wanted to work in a factory, he wrote an application for withdrawal from school without telling his family. His parents had no choice but to ask someone to find him a job. When he finally got a job in the factory, he couldn't stand the hardship of working three shifts...

After being absent from work several times, he was fired by the factory. His parents rushed over overnight to seek intercession from the factory leaders, but they had a car accident on the way. His mother died on the spot and his father became disabled...

The two younger sisters dropped out of school early because of their father's disability and poor family conditions, and the family's life became increasingly difficult...

After paying for medical expenses with the pension given by the company, there was some money left, which he secretly used to do business, and ended up losing everything.

The money for my father’s follow-up treatment was gone, and our family was left penniless.

He was too embarrassed to stay at home, so he went south to work, earned some money, and returned to his hometown, which by then had taken off economically and had grown from a county town into a city.

When I got home, I found that the old house had changed hands.

When he found his eldest sister, he discovered that his father had passed away long ago and his two younger sisters were nowhere to be found. The eldest sister was angry at what he had done and cut off all contact with him.

I originally learned some sheet metal skills in the south and entered a factory as a worker in my hometown. Because of my superb skills, I soon became a team leader.

Later, he caught up with the last wave of welfare housing distribution and was allocated a one-bedroom apartment, which he stayed in for the rest of his life. Later, the factory went bankrupt and he became ill...

History may be biased, but what is not biased is the youth's enterprising spirit. Comments, investments, and monthly tickets are welcome...

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