Reborn In the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

Chapter 445 A Letter
"Hey? What are these three children doing? They're stuck in the house and can't come out?" Li Chu suddenly thought that he had been back for a long time, why didn't he see any of the children.

"It's all in the front yard pharmacy."

???

He looked at his wife with question marks all over his face.

"Wenhui said that she wanted to learn those medicinal materials with Wenxuan, and Yueyue went over to help them."

He nodded without saying anything, put the cleaned dishes into the kitchen, then took out a large bag of steamed stuffed buns from the cabinet, took out a few boxes of canned food, and walked out to the yard.

A few dogs that had been basking in the sun under the eaves ran up to him, and lined up consciously, waiting for the owner to distribute food to them.

Pull a small bench and sit there, take out a bun from the bag, and throw it to the first-ranked saint, followed by the second and third...

There were dozens of steamed buns in a big bag, and the four of them finished drying them up in a short while. They ran back to drink some water before coming over with their own food bowls, waiting to share the canned meat.

After serving all four dogs, he took a steamed bun from the kitchen, ate it in two or three bites, and walked into the living room.

Ding Qiunan, who was sitting on the sofa sewing insoles, saw her husband come in and asked, "What do you eat, I'll get you some."

"No, I ate a steamed bun, wait a while for lunch."

After speaking, he sat down on the sofa, then took away his wife's working hand, lay down on the sofa with his head on her lap, and closed his eyes.

"I squint for a while."

Ding Qiunan put down the needle and thread in his hand, reached out and touched her husband's head where a little hair had just grown.

It's been two days since she came back, but she hasn't paid much attention to her husband's face.

Lying on her lap now, I took a closer look.

She didn't notice anything when she didn't look at it, but this careful look shocked her.

There is no problem on the face, but the problem on the neck is serious.

Looking carefully at the neck, there were two scratches in total, one of which was actually scratched from the aorta.

Now that the man is alive in front of her eyes, she knows that the stroke must be very shallow. If it was deep, then he would not have walked back by himself.

"Hey..." Ding Qiunan gently stroked her husband's face and sighed inwardly.

Sitting quietly like this, after a while, she gently supported her man's head to stand up, and then took a cotton cushion made by herself and stuffed it under his head.

He went into the bedroom and took out a small quilt and covered him with it.

Next, she walked to the door, ready to take out the clothes hanging on the clothes rack for washing.

Just when he was about to go out, he saw that Li Chu touched something on the satchel that Li Chu was carrying this time. Seeing that it was dirty, he took it off and washed him together.

Um?There is something in the bag.

Opening the satchel, she took out all the paper and pens inside, and then she saw that there was still a letter in the bag.

Ding Qiunan looked back and saw her husband, who was still sleeping on the sofa, carefully took the letter out of the bag.

The envelope was blank, with nothing written on it, but there was letter paper inside, and what was written on the letter paper contained content.

At this moment, she was a little hesitant, not knowing whether she should take it out or not.

Looking back at the sofa again, seeing that there was still no movement, she took out the letter paper from the envelope.

She felt a bit like a thief, her heart was beating very fast.

She didn't dare to stay in the house anymore, so she hurried outside and opened the neatly folded letter paper. When she saw the letterhead, her heart settled down, because it was Qiunan's wife, which meant that If the letter was written to her, then there is nothing for her to read now.

This also made her feel less guilty.

At the same time, a deep doubt welled up in her heart. When did you write this letter?Why didn't it come out?Why write a letter that you know you can't send?
With these questions in mind, she looked down.

Qiu Nan my wife:
See literally!

It is now July 1980, 25, at ten past one in the morning.

In less than two hours, I will follow a combat unit to rescue some of our comrades in arms, and at the same time hold the high ground for another three days.

The reason why I want to follow is because three of those comrades are seriously injured and need to be dealt with first.

Originally, the frontline headquarters meant to send a health worker to follow, but I saw that the health workers could only deal with a little trauma, so I took the initiative to sign up and ask to go.

I heard that the enemy army has a division of troops and surrounded the high ground we are going to. I don't know if our mission on this trip can be successfully completed, and I hope I won't hold you back.

I didn't want to write this letter because I wanted to go back and tell you in person.

But the cadre who led the team said that everyone had to write it and hand it over to the clerk, and if he couldn't come back, the clerk would be responsible for sending it to his family.

The reason why I didn’t write the address and name of the recipient on the envelope was because I told the secretary that if I couldn’t come back, he should give the letter to Wang Jun, the combat staff officer, or Li Qiaoyun from the propaganda team.

I thought it would be much better for them to take it home than for you to read the letter alone.

I don't know how to write this letter, if I go back alive, then nothing happened, if I am unlucky...

Then I'm sorry, I broke my promise, I broke my vow to take care of you for the rest of my life.

I hope you don't hate me, you have to believe that I love you.

That's all for writing, I'm going to check my equipment and get ready to go.

Sincerely,
salute
Then at the end is Li Chu's signature, which is a fancy signature of later generations. Without hard practice, it can't be written at all.

The prescriptions he usually prescribes all have this kind of signature, so they are very recognizable and unique.

And Ding Qiunan, who was reading the letter at this time, was already in tears.

The dripping tears soaked the letter paper.

She really couldn't imagine how her man spent the next few days after writing this letter.

From the scars on his body, it is not difficult to see how difficult those few days were.

Fortunately, he came back alive, and this letter was not brought back by others.

This is the most important.

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, Ding Qiunan folded the letter in his hand and put it in the envelope again.

Looking at the satchel again, she suddenly felt that the satchel might not be washed, and immediately she went into the living room again, repacked the things she had just taken out into the bag, and hung it on the wall.

(End of this chapter)