Refusing to marry a widower, I went on a crazy spree of sending my children to the army.

In the 1970s, hospital wards were generally not soundproof. Dr. Qin heard everything Lu Yuan said outside.

After giving Qiao Runming a quick treatment on his injured leg, he took off his mask and came out, saying, "Don't worry, I won't amputate his leg. The county hospital doesn't have the facilities, and I don't have the skills."

Qiao Manman breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart clenched again: "Dr. Qin, you mean...?"

"Hurry up and send him to the city. If we can get him there before we get off work, we might be able to save Comrade Qiao's leg!"

As Qin Xiangfeng spoke, he took off his rubber gloves: "I heard that an expert came to the city hospital and has made great achievements in the repair of broken legs!"

Qiao Manman's eyes lit up: "Really? Dr. Qin, do you know the expert's name? Or, could you come with us?"

After all, my dad's leg injury was quite serious. If he wasn't taken care of properly on the way, and his bones dislocated or something, it would be a real problem.

Don't worry, Dr. Qin, you won't have made a wasted trip!

Qin Xiangfeng didn't mind accompanying them, but what if other patients needed treatment and he wasn't there? Wouldn't that be a terrible thing?

After expressing her concerns, Qiao Manman nodded understandingly and did not force her to continue.

After finding out what happened to He Nian, and learning that she had just fainted from a sudden surge of anger, they went outside to borrow a car.

There was nothing she could do. When she first entered the hospital, she glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 3:15.

After all this delay, it's probably already 3:40. The county town is about 40 kilometers from the city center; there's no way the oxcart could get there before dark.

For the sake of her cheapskate father, she decided to take a gamble. She rode her bike straight to the transport team, leaving Lu Yuan chasing after her for quite a while.

The hospital was only two or three kilometers away from the transport team. Qiao Manman arrived at the gate, parked the car to the side, and stepped forward with tears streaming down her face.

"Sir, is the team leader here? I need to speak with him urgently!"

The gatekeeper was taken aback for a moment: "Young lady, what do you need to see our leader about?"

"Sir, could you please ask your supervisor to come over? I have something urgent to tell you. Please, it's really urgent, and it can't be delayed at all!"

The gatekeeper hesitated, and Qiao Manman pretended to kneel down.

With such strict enforcement of regulations these days, if Qiao Manman's knees hit the ground, it will inevitably affect the reputation of the transport team.

It's possible that even he, the gatekeeper, will be in trouble.

The old man was so frightened that his heart was pounding. He hurriedly said, "No, no, no, don't move! I'll go get our manager right now!"

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

Qiao Manman rubbed her red eyes, composed herself, and saw the old man coming with "four pockets." She jogged over to greet him and got straight to the point.

"Sir, my father injured his leg and needs to be taken to the city for emergency treatment. Could I borrow your car?"

The transport team leader, who had never encountered this situation before, instinctively retorted, "These are all official vehicles; how can we lend them to private individuals!"

Qiao Manman wiped away her tears: "But we are all citizens of China!"

Our Party and our country fought bloody battles to establish a new China, all for the sake of enabling every citizen to live a happy life with enough to eat and wear.

Under the leadership of the Party, the transport team always puts this mission into practice. The members of our Qingshan brigade are no exception.

My father injured his leg while quarrying for the construction of an irrigation canal. It was a work injury, but it was also a heroic act.

How can lending us the vehicle be considered misuse of public resources? It is clearly a heroic act by the leaders of the transport team to help those in distress and unite the villagers.

He is a role model worthy of everyone's praise!

Rest assured, I will cover all expenses for this trip. I will also write a report about your spirit of solidarity and submit it to the newspaper so that everyone can learn from it!

The transport team leader's eyes lit up as he listened, and he immediately changed the subject: "Oh, I was wrong. Helping our fellow villagers is what our transport team should do!"

"Let's go, I'll personally take you to the county!"

Lu Yuan was surprised that Qiao Manman had handled the car matter so easily. While he was taken aback, a sense of admiration rose within him.

He had originally planned to reveal his identity and borrow a car from the armed forces department. Now this is perfect.

The leader of the transport team was surnamed Zhou and named Guoping. Less than five minutes after he returned, he drove out in a truck.

The car wasn't large, but it was very heavy. The engine roared loudly, and you could hear it from a great distance.

Zhou Guoping parked the car in front of Qiao Manman and was about to get out to open the door for her when the young girl pushed the car into Lu Yuan's arms: "Lu, thank you for bringing me to the county. Now..."

Before Qiao Manman could finish speaking, Lu Yuan pushed the car into the transport team's courtyard and instructed the old man, "Could you please keep an eye on it for me? I'll come back to pick it up later."

He strode into the car and reached out his hand, saying, "Let's go, I'll go with you, so we can look out for each other!"

Qiao Manman didn't mince words. She grabbed Lu Yuan's sleeve and sat in the passenger seat. She asked him, "Are you really sure you're okay not going home tonight?"

Lu Yuan chuckled: "Don't worry, I've already asked Lu Zhiqing to help me get leave!"

Qiao Manman hummed in agreement, looking out the window, her heart at peace like never before.

Perhaps it was the presence of the "male protagonist from her past life" that gave her the courage to face the unknown.

The car quickly stopped in front of the county hospital, and upon hearing the noise, many doctors and nurses came out to check.

Seeing that Qiao Manman had actually borrowed a car, they hurried to carry the stretcher.

They hurriedly carried the grimacing Qiao Runming and the still unconscious He Nian into the carriage.

Dr. Qin even took the initiative to lend her two old quilts from the hospital.

Qiao Manman sincerely thanked him, but Dr. Qin waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, be careful the expert doesn't leave!"

Qiao Manman hummed in agreement and looked at Zhao Dawei and Qi Yuanfang.

The two men nervously rubbed their hands together: "Man'er, since Xiao Gu is here, we won't go with him. Lao Qi and I don't know anything, so we don't want to cause any trouble."

Qiao Manman didn't insist. After thanking him, she took out some money from her pocket and said, "Uncle Dawei, how much did you help me out? I'll pay you back first!"

"Hey, why bring this up? Old Joe was injured at the quarry, so the team bears some responsibility. I'll take this bill back and get it reimbursed!"

Qiao Manman nodded and, with Lu Yuan's help, climbed into the carriage.

Seeing that the two were seated, Zhou Guoping called out and started the truck. The empty truck sped away under everyone's watchful eyes.

In early May, the temperature was already rising, and it wasn't very cool on the streets.

The bumpy road and the dust kicked up made Qiao Manman feel a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at Qiao Runming and was impressed by Dr. Qin's thoughtfulness.

They not only bandaged his wound but also covered it with a blanket. This would help prevent infection.

Qiao Runming was shaken and felt uncomfortable, but he still smiled and said, "Manman, Dad is fine, don't be afraid."

This was the first time Qiao Manman had ever heard her adoptive father speak. His voice was gentle, unlike the sharp and sarcastic tone of Old Mrs. Qiao.

She forced a smile: "I know, Dad, everything will be alright."

Qiao Runming gave a barely perceptible "hmm" and turned to look at Lu Yuan.

The young man had refined features, and even when seated, his posture was impeccable. Every movement he made was like that of a graceful nobleman who had stepped out of a painting.