Traveling into the era: I messed with Dr. Xie and got turned on

Tang Man walked into Grandma Zhang's house carrying the vegetables. Xie Yan didn't know if he was delayed by something, as he hadn't come over yet. The old lady was sitting on the street rock, tears flashing in her eyes, with a sad expression, and a yellowed photo tightly clasped in her hand.

Tang Man stood at the door at a loss. She really wanted to ask the old lady what happened and whether she needed help, but she was afraid of touching the old lady's deep pain. If she just left like that, the old lady might continue crying because she was too sad and no one would comfort her.

Tang Man was caught in a dilemma and was very conflicted. Fortunately, she didn't feel conflicted for long before the old lady found her.

Old Madam Zhang raised her head and smiled at Tang Man, "Nizi, here you are."

Being discovered, Tang Man had no choice but to hide anymore. She walked over confidently, and seeing the sadness and helplessness in Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes, her heart ached. She quickly took out her handkerchief and handed it to Old Mrs. Zhang. She wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know where to start, so she just stood aside quietly without saying much.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh." Old Mrs. Zhang wiped away her tears and handed the photo to Tang Man. "These are the three boys in my family. The resident reporter took this photo for them before they died."

This photo should have been taken on the battlefield. The surrounding environment was very chaotic, filled with smoke and flames of war. Behind the three people were tall sacks, which seemed to be fortifications used to block enemy attacks.

The three people in the photo are hugging each other's shoulders. They seem to know that this photo is the only legacy they can leave to their parents. Even though their bodies are covered in blood, their faces have been wiped clean by them, and everyone has the brightest smile on their face.

Looking at this photo, Tang Man couldn't help but have a picture in his mind: three soldiers covered in blood, resolutely choosing to defend their positions. After making up their minds, they asked the resident reporter to take a photo of the three of them.

In order to take the photo, the three of them washed their faces, found a relatively clean environment, tidied their uniforms, hid all their wounds, and smiled as they hugged their brothers and faced the camera...

Thinking of this, Tang Man's eyes began to ache. She walked into the house silently, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, brought out a stool, sat down next to Old Lady Zhang, and took the handkerchief to help the old lady wipe away her tears that were falling again.

"Today is the anniversary of the death of the three of them. In previous years, we old couple would go to sweep their graves, but I'm afraid we won't be able to go this year." The old lady turned the photo to the back, on the back of which were written a few rows of beautiful small words: Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, we won't be able to be with you to fulfill our filial duties in the future.

The old lady didn’t know how many times she had looked at this photo. Even now, when she saw the last words her children left her, she still felt heartbroken.

Tang Man's nose also felt sore and tears fell. Just by looking at this photo and hearing this sentence, she knew that the three brothers must have died together. How could the old couple bear the loss of three children at the same time?

She slowly reached out her hands, hugged the tearful old lady tightly, and said softly, "Grandma, they are all great heroes. You and Grandpa should be proud of them."

"Yes! They are heroes, and the pride of us old couple." Old Mrs. Zhang choked up, "Woo woo... Everyone tells me that my children are heroes, but I feel so miserable! I don't want to be heroes. I just want my children to be by my side, I just want children and grandchildren to surround me, and I just want someone to see me off when I am old."

The old lady's words were filled with endless sadness and helplessness. Tang Man felt uncomfortable listening to them, but didn't know how to comfort the old lady. She could only pat the old lady's back gently, silently comforting her emotions.

Xie Yan walked in from outside the door, and Tang Man quickly waved at him, signaling him not to make a sound.

Xie Yan nodded, walked past the two men lightly and went in to give acupuncture to Mr. Zhang.

When Xie Yan came out again, Mrs. Zhang's emotions had stabilized. Xie Yan helped Mrs. Zhang to the inner room for acupuncture.

After he finished the acupuncture, he walked out of the room, gave Tang Man a look, and led her out. "I just met Secretary Zhang. Secretary Zhang and his team are going to take the two old people to the mountain to burn incense for Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Zhang's children this afternoon. They asked us if we want to go together. I have agreed, but it is not good to go without anything. Manman, you watch the time and take the acupuncture for Grandpa Zhang and his team. I will go to the commune to buy some incense, candles, money and paper. I will make lunch when I come back."

"I'll go, you stay and look after Grandpa Zhang and the others, and you can also cook the meals." Tang Man didn't give Xie Yan a chance to refuse, and turned around and walked out.

When she came back from the commune, Xie Yan had already prepared the meal and was waiting for her at the entrance of the village.

The sun shone hotly on the ground, Tang Man's cheeks were slightly red from the sun, and sweat was sliding down her forehead. Xie Yan looked at the girl walking towards him, feeling distressed. He walked up quickly, picked up the handkerchief, and gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on Tang Man's forehead.

"Are you exhausted? I told you I was going, but you didn't listen."

"I'm not tired, just a little hot." Tang Man fanned herself with her hands, then looked up at the blazing sun above her head, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter."

I really miss the central air conditioning in their hospital.

If there is no air conditioning, it would be nice to give her a fan!

There is no fan, so it would be nice to have some ice cream to cool down...

However, this shabby place has none of these things.

However, she can freeze the fruits in the spiritual spring, and they will taste cool when eaten. If paired with the sour plum soup that is a must-have in summer, it seems to be quite good.

Thinking this in his heart, Tang Man said, "Brother Yan, I want to drink sour plum soup."

Xie Yan had never refused her request before, and this time was no exception. "Okay, I'll go back this afternoon and make it for you. When it's done, put it at the bottom of the well. You can drink some cool sour plum soup in the evening."

After helping Tang Man wipe the sweat off her face, Xie Yan took the incense, candles, money and paper from her hands and placed them under the stone slab beside her, then pulled her towards the village.

"Put the incense, candles, money and paper outside first, and let's go to Grandma Zhang's house for dinner. Grandma Zhang has come out to ask about you several times."

After returning to Mrs. Zhang's house and having just finished lunch, Secretary Zhang and Captain Zhang came over with a few people.

"Aunt." The voice had already spread into the yard before the group of people appeared.

"Oh!" Old Mrs. Zhang, who was about to clean up the dishes, responded, put down the dishes and walked out of the main room.

Seeing a group of people walking into the yard, Old Lady Zhang asked with some concern, "Secretary Zhang, what are you doing?"

Secretary Zhang walked up to the old lady, held her hand and said loudly, "Aunt, we are here to take you and uncle up the mountain to pay respect to Brother Tie and the others."

"Thank you! Thank you." Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes were red again. She knew she shouldn't cause them trouble, but she missed her children and wanted to go to the mountain to see them. She was already that old, and if she went less, she would see her children less. It would be better to go and see them while there was still a chance, so as to make up for some of the regrets.