I am studying and eating melons in Chronicle

On the first weekend of school, the compound class held a basic test, a pure test of professional ability.

Although Yunling was already familiar with these contents, she did not underestimate the difficulty level of the papers jointly produced by the heads of departments in the school.

However, she didn't have long to review. In less than half a day, she was invited to No. 208 by Yue Hongjin.

"Are you Comrade Yun?" A hale and hearty white-haired old man raised his glasses and narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

He thought it would be at least a colleague who was about the same age as him, but why did he seem to be as old as his granddaughter?

The old expert was strong and well-informed, and he accepted the reality that the gap between expectations was too large within a few seconds.

Since business was important, he directly picked up the key points and said: "Comrade Yun, we have completed the parts production of the design drawings you brought before, but regarding the several general-purpose thermoplastic engineering plastics used in the gun stock, the fatigue strength does not meet the limit requirements on the drawings. .”

Yunling picked up the materials developed so far one by one. It was far from the ideal attack effect of the interstellar era, but the weapons were enough to deal with the current enemies.

She made adjustments and improvements based on the original drawings, and took out a blank calculation book from the side, writing and drawing on it. It took about half an hour before she stopped.

"Institute 208 specializes in vehicle manufacturing and is not good at materials research. If we hand over these to 52 and 53 institutes for joint research and development, they may be able to meet the design standards."

"Okay, okay, I will contact the research institutes in Mongolia and Shandong Province now."

After completing the finishing work, Yunling left the research institute with Yue Hongjin, and unexpectedly met a friend she hadn't seen in years while passing the entrance of the cafeteria.

"Ji Qingyun?"

The man immediately turned his head when he heard the sound. His eyes, which had been narrowed due to the glare of the sun, suddenly widened, and there was no hidden surprise in his voice: "Yunling!"

He ran forward in three or two long strides, almost leaping forward, holding a thermos cup in his hand, his fingertips turning white.

"Why are you here?"

Yunling did not explain, but asked: "Have you returned to the capital?"

When she asked this question, Ji Qingyun immediately understood that his return to the capital needed to be kept secret, so why couldn't she talk about it here.

"When I have a holiday, let's go out to have a meal together."

He wanted to sit down and have a good meal to catch up on the past, but the two of them had a tacit understanding of this, and I'm afraid this meal would be far away.

"it is good."

Their conversation was brief.

The longing that had not yet been ignited was fleeting, and was immersed in the vastness of busy work, gradually rising into the sky and disappearing into nothing.

Just like two people standing in the sunset, the originally overlapping backs slowly stretched and lengthened, and the last junction point naturally separated. The two shadows turned from real to virtual, and returned to nothing, leaving only the silence of the white snow.

Yunling walked forward evenly, her fair face bathed in the cool afterglow, and her whole body was filled with relaxation and freedom.

She was so determined that she never looked back, so she naturally missed Ji Qingyun's glance back.

Even though it is full of complex nostalgia and reluctance, in the end it is only that moment.

The intersecting lines only cross once, just like the butterfly effect of the El Niño phenomenon. The starting point is infinitely close, but the ending is completely different.

In the late winter and early spring of 1978, young men and women who shared the same responsibilities and ideals as they did, kept chasing the rising sun on the horizon like Kuafu day after day, and would never slow down their progress and struggle because of the passing of people and events.

The solemnity of the dark clouds over the city dispersed, and a brilliant ray of light dawned, illuminating the land of China.
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"Classmate Yunling, I'm here to get the letter."

The tips of her ears twitched slightly when she heard the sound. Without raising her head, the girl who was sitting at the desk quickly pulled out a yellow envelope from the table and handed it to the other party without saying a word.

Qi Xianchun was used to her concentration that would not be disturbed by external objects once she was immersed in her work. He naturally sat down next to her, opened the letter and read it carefully.

He looked at it for ten minutes. After putting down a pile of letters, his expression was quite heavy, and he sat in the ice cave like a dead tree.

The environment is surprisingly quiet. Without vision, it seems that there are no living things around. It happened that Yunling had overcome a difficulty in compensating for a genetic defect. She crossed her fingers and flexed her joints. Seeing him like this, she asked kindly: "Did grandpa write anything?"

"The teacher said that my adoptive mother was seriously ill and was dying, and asked me to go back quickly and see her for the last time..."

Yunling was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and asked Yue Hongjin beside her to buy the nearest train.

Qi Xianchun stopped him and said, "The teacher has bought the ticket for me and mailed it in the letter." Fortunately, the letter was not lost, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The departure time is extremely stuck, at 8:30 tonight, which is four hours later. He needed to pack his luggage immediately and take the bus to the train station, otherwise he would not be able to catch the train.

"You go ahead, I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to ask for leave for you."

As soon as Yunling packed her schoolbag, Yue Hongjin took it and carried it in his hand.

"Thank you."

Qi Xianchun nodded to her with tears in his eyes, ran back to the dormitory without looking back, and set off in a hurry.

Yunling stared at his rapidly shrinking back, and suddenly thought of the scene that seemed familiar to her when she heard the name "Qi Xianchun" from the squad leader last year.

At that time, the other party was so thin that she doubted whether he could stand on the operating table. Clinicians need a healthy body and abundant physical strength. However, when they first met Qi Xianchun, he was as malnourished as a chicken.

But now he was walking as fast as flying, and he disappeared in a few breaths.

When she went to the Academic Affairs Office to help Qi Xianchun apply for a long leave, she met the director looking for her: "Teacher Yun, the dean asked you to go to his office."

Yunling knocked on the office door twice, and a "Please come in" came from inside.

Dean Huang was looking through a medical record and waved when he saw her coming in: "Sit down."

Immediately, he pushed a stack of medical records and films from different years on his hand to the other end of the table, "Let's take a look."

Browsing in chronological order, Yunling seemed to witness the process of a patient suffering from pain for many years - firearm injuries to the thoracic spine, lungs, heart and great blood vessels, spinal cord compression leading to deterioration of neurological function, progressive Spinal deformity and severe pain.

If not handled properly, bullet migration is likely to cause neurological deficits, persistent cerebrospinal fluid leakage leading to meningitis, and in addition to a series of common viral infection complications, there is also rare lead poisoning...

Seeing that she looked calm and showed no embarrassment at all, Dean Huang felt a little more confident and took the initiative to speak: "What are the chances of winning if this patient is asked to treat you?"

Yunling conservatively estimated: "Ninety percent."

The remaining 10% is a modest allowance based on the lack of personal contact with patients.

She never speaks big words. Seven or eight years ago, she might have been hesitant to make a conclusion, but now, even if her condition worsens twice as much, she can drag people back from the line of life and death.

It is knowledge that gives her the confidence, and it also relies on the support of the development of medical device technology in recent years.

A few years ago in Yongsheng Village, the documents and books she secretly submitted were finally dug out of forgotten corners and brought to light again.

Freed from the constraints of many unspeakable factors, they have been given a chance to shine.

Those great scientists in China just lack the ax and hammer to break down the barriers of knowledge, rather than being mediocre mediocre people. Once they are given a lead, they can instantly ignite a spark of pursuit of truth.

Basic industries have developed rapidly, and high-tech has gradually emerged. This includes the medical teaching aid she compiled when she first entered university. The barter did indeed lead to many technical exchanges in other fields.

The country of China, where hundreds of flowers are blooming, allows her to display her talents with more peace of mind, instead of hiding her clumsiness cautiously for fear of being discovered as a heresy like many years ago.

Dean Huang raised his eyes with complicated eyes and sighed, quite suggestively: "Don't talk too much, this patient..."

He stopped talking here. He was able to reveal a little bit under confidentiality because of the friendship between teachers and students and the only remaining feeling of cherishing talents.

Yunling knew that she focused on innovating theoretical knowledge during college, so everyone praised her as a medical genius, but subconsciously ignored that her major was clinical medicine.

"Dean, I only need to know the patient's physical condition, the rest is irrelevant, right?"