Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Shuaifu.

Liu Ningluan's nose and face were covered with cold sweat due to nervousness. Fortunately, he was wearing a big mask and his assistant kept wiping his sweat, so that the situation would not be worsened.

He is a very good surgeon, especially after seeing hundreds of patients.

But at this time, Liu Ningluan was nervous and forgot everything.

To ordinary people, the hideous and horrific wounds are nothing in his eyes. He is nervous because there is no room for mistakes in this operation.

Snapped!

A blood-stained bullet landed in the tray.

Liu Ningluan breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not careless, and still took out the wound with great care.

Zhang Yishan had a sullen face, pacing back and forth at the door with his hands behind his back. When the door opened, Liu Ningluan pulled off his mask wearily, and said, "The operation was successful, but Zhang Zheng needs to recuperate. At least he should rest well within ten days."

Su Qian said: "Doctor Liu, please go to the guest room to rest."

The operation lasted the whole afternoon, and Liu Ningluan was very nervous and found it difficult to stand up.He walked a few steps behind the servant girl, his feet were weak and he almost fell down.Xilai hastened to support him, and sent him to the guest room in person.

Chun'er and Ying'er, who acted as temporary assistants, each came out with a tray, Chun'er said, "Young Master fell asleep."

Zhang Yishan was jealous.

Susie murmured, "It's a crime."

There was no anesthesia injection for this operation, and they didn't hear Zhang Zheng's voice from the beginning to the end.

Chun'er wiped her tears and said: "At the beginning, Young Master was still awake, but he fell asleep halfway through the operation. Ying'er and I thought he passed out from the pain. Doctor Liu looked at it and said Young Master was too tired."

Zhang Yishan stepped into the room.

Susie wiped away her tears before going in. At the door, she saw her husband put his forehead on his son's head and closed his eyes.But Zhang Zheng didn't know anything about it, he slept deeply, and his face had never been so pale.

"Yishan, how long can Zheng'er stay at home this time?"

Zhang Yishan let go of his son and stood up, his face regained his composure: "Up to two days."

Susie didn't refute, but said, "I wish he didn't know how to fight."

Qing He leaned on the back seat, closed her eyes, seemed to be asleep, and suddenly heard Wang Yongze say: "Zi Ran, I feel something is wrong."

"What?" Qing He looked forward, and the gate of Shuai Mansion was not far away.

Wang Yongze shook his head: "I don't know clearly, but I just feel that something is wrong..."

Qinghe frowned, Wang Yongze suddenly said: "I see, look at the soldiers at the door, they are not the ones who usually stand guard, they should be the soldiers around Xilai."

The car stopped, and Qing He walked through the courtyard, obviously feeling the unusual tension.

The front yard was no different from normal days, and what I had to say was probably the faces of the guards.Qinghe felt strange, but did not see Xilai Changshun and the others.

He went into the inner courtyard.

From a long distance, Qing He saw Xi Lai coming out of her room.

Could it be that Zhang Zheng is back?

He almost started to run, Xilai stepped aside to open the door, out of breath, Zhang Yishan, Zhang Zheng and his son looked at him at the same time.

Zhang Zheng frowned slightly.

Concerned about Zhang Yishan, Qing He walked slowly to his side and sat down next to him.

Even if there are thousands of words, I can't say them at this time.

Zhang Yishan stood up and said, "Go to bed early, don't mess around."

After speaking, he walked out with his hands behind his hands.

Qing He looked at Zhang Zheng, he had lost weight, his face was pale and haggard, he was not wearing a military uniform, but was simply wrapped in a satin pajamas, but the soft pajamas did not weaken his aura.

Qinghe choked for a long time, and finally asked: "When... did you come back? Why didn't you say anything? If I knew you were back..."

If I knew you were back, I would never go out.

Zhang Zheng: "Not long."

Qinghe didn't believe it.Su Xi, Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng were not there, and Zhang Yishan left quickly when he saw him back, and Zhang Zheng must not be back soon.

"How long can you stay at home this time?"

Zhang Zheng met his expectant eyes and couldn't bear to let him down, but he could only say, "Leave the night after tomorrow."

Qing He boldly sat on his lap, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and fell soft kisses on his face one after another, finally, Qing He kissed his mouth.

It's a long kiss.

The door is closed, no one will disturb them.Qinghe took Zhang Zheng's hand and said with a little embarrassment: "Zheng'er, touch me, I miss you very much."

Zhang Zheng's eyes were deep, and his dark eyes stared at him.

Qinghe saw the stormy desire in it, and he knew that Zhang Zheng must have missed him for so long.

Overcoming his shyness, he took the initiative to take off his clothes.

He hoped to become one with Zhang Zheng, hoped to feel the heat from Zhang Zheng, he needed to confirm that Zhang Zheng had indeed returned and was indeed by his side.Moreover, his body also missed Zhang Zheng, his caress and collision.

But Zhang Zheng pressed his hand, looked at him and said, "No."

Qinghe suddenly woke up, changed color and said: "Are you injured?!"

Zhang Zheng wrote lightly: "Small injury."

Qing He went to take off his clothes, the pajamas were loose and loose, and he pulled them away easily, revealing Zhang Zheng's scarred chest—and the glaring gauze.

Qinghe's face became even uglier. Regardless of Zhang Zheng's obstruction, he insisted on exposing his entire upper body to the air.The gauze was well wrapped, but a small spot of blood smeared on the back shoulder blade.

The wound was hidden under the gauze, Qinghe didn't know how serious it was, but was even more anxious.

Zhang Zheng pulled his hand hard and pressed him on his lap, but Qing He struggled to get down from the top, and lowered his eyes to help him pull up the pajamas.

Zhang Zheng said, "It's really not that serious."

He felt Qing He's cold hands.

Qinghe asked: "Will it affect the future?"

Zhang Zheng didn't want to answer this question, and he didn't want to lie to him, "It won't work if you take good care of it."

Qing He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Injuries are inevitable on the battlefield, I shouldn't make a fuss."

The two hugged and chatted for a while, Zhang Zheng had slept for a long time today, Qing He was not sleepy at all at this time, with the silk quilt on the bed, he felt Zhang Zheng's hot body.

Zhang Zheng said indifferently: "I have a little fever, I have taken medicine."

Qinghe didn't dare to hug him hard, and said, "Are you so tired? Why don't you lie on your stomach?"

Zhang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Lying on top of you?"

Qinghe laughed and lay down as expected, and pulled Zhang Zheng down while avoiding the gauze.

The bed was very soft, even though Zhang Zheng was pressing on him, he didn't feel tired, instead he breathed out comfortably.

Zhang Zheng: "The change is quite big, huh?"

Qing He lightly stroked the gauze on his back and said, "I can't keep growing up."

Zhang Zheng caressed his face calmly, "I think you are twenty."

Qinghe's eyelashes moved, "I remember that the eldest son likes younger children, but I don't know if his taste has changed in the past few years."

Zhang Zheng thought it was funny, and it was a bit novel. This little Hemiao was getting less and less afraid of him.

"What if it hasn't changed?"

Qing He: "That can't be helped, I can only ask for your forgiveness."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, Zhang Zheng said, "Have you been busy recently?"

Qing He nodded: "Wang Yuan is back, we want to expand the business. You may not know that the market is very chaotic now, and some merchants take advantage of the chaos to drive up prices, causing panic."

Zhang Zheng didn't take it seriously and said, "If you kill a few, they will know how to restrain themselves."

"Actually, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but if I really do it, I'm afraid I will get a brutal reputation." Qinghe said: "But it really won't work like this. I want to catch some typical examples."

Zhang Zheng: "You don't want to do this, I'll tell the old man."

Qinghe felt warm in her heart, and said, "I'm fine."

Zhang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't want to see someone criticize you in the newspaper one day."

"Did you come back secretly this time? Who followed?"

"I brought a few guards. Hou Xiao is watching over there."

Qinghe said: "Min Zijing also came to ask me."

Zhang Zheng is not happy to see the relationship between Hou Xiao and Min Zijing more than that of friends and buddies. Min Zijing and them are not the same person, and they can afford it at a glance. If they are really together, they will be separated in the future. There will be demon moths in a while.

He doesn't feel that he is too cautious, there are some things, there is no big mistake in being careful.

"Hou Xiao has no relatives in Fengtian. As long as the battle is not over, I won't let him come back." Zhang Zheng smelled the faint but lingering fragrance from Qing He's neck, "In less than two years, he will forget about it." clean."

Qinghe shook his head: "I still think they are nothing more than ordinary friends. If you do this, you may push them together instead."

Returning after a long absence, Zhang Zheng doesn't regret not being able to make Qinghe speechless, and it feels good to talk like this.

The voices of the two of them became lower and lower, and they fell asleep like this.

The next day, Zhang Zheng woke up to Zhang Sheng's excited yelling.

Zhang Rui was on the side, playing with a gun he put on the table last night.

Zhang Sheng lay on the bed, "Dad, are you injured?"

Zhang Rui looked over.

Zhang Zheng said: "Small injury. How are you two studying?"

Zhang Rui raised his chin slightly.

Zhang Sheng said: "I don't like memorizing, I like shooting guns. Brother likes memorizing, let him memorize. Dad, when will you take me to shoot?"

Zhang Zheng laughed and said, "Wait until you grow up."

Zhang Rui came over with a gun and said, "Dad, teach us to dismantle it."

Zhang Zheng was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, flying his fingers, and quickly disassembled a silver pistol into a pile of parts.

Zhang Sheng's fingers moved back and forth in the air, as if he was dismantling it with his father.

Zhang Rui watched his movements without blinking.

Qinghe came in and saw a father and son, one big, two young, three on the bed, concentrating on assembling a pistol.This is a very rare scene. Ruirui was not close to Zhang Zheng in the past, and once said that he would not learn guns from him, but it may be because it has been too long since he has not seen each other, but he is very affectionate.

Qing He sat down by the bed and did not interrupt them.

After dismantling and reassembling more than ten times, Zhang Zheng put the intact gun in front of the two brothers, and raised his chin to signal them to try it themselves.

Zhang Sheng came first.

Zhang Zheng got out of bed and stood beside the bed to get dressed. Qing He picked out a soft shirt for him and put it at the end of the bed.

He slept very deeply this time, even though he had slept for so long yesterday.

Qinghe asked Zhang Zheng's injuries from Liu Ningluan who had not had time to leave the commander's mansion in the morning, and wanted to ask Zhang Zheng to stay at home for a few more days, but he knew it was no joke.

There are always things that you have to do if you don't want to do it.

He buttoned Zhang Zheng's shirt.

Zhang Zheng drank a glass of warm water and said, "How about breakfast?"

Ying'er came in just in time, and said with frowned eyebrows, "Here you are, young master."

The servants in the Shuai Mansion are loyal and trustworthy, but out of insurance considerations, Zhang Zheng does not plan to leave the inner courtyard these two days.

After breakfast, Liu Ningluan went back to the hospital to get the medicine and hurried over.

He took Zhang Zheng's temperature and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's down, thank God."

Zhang Zheng laughed: "You, a doctor, still believe in heaven and earth!"

Liu Ningluan said solemnly: "It is precisely because I am a doctor that I understand that some things cannot be reversed by manpower, and I can only hope in the world."

He gave Zhang Zheng an injection, and while pushing the needle, he said, "I really can't stay for a few more days? If you don't take care of it well, your shoulder blade will hurt every day from now on."

Zhang Zhenghun didn't care: "I don't have time."

Qinghe listened and did not try to persuade him.

Zhang Sheng ran over with a gun: "Dad, Dad, I'm ready!"

Even Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, Zhang Sheng is only so old, and he can disassemble and reassemble it just by watching him do it a few times.

Zhang Sheng blushed with excitement.

Zhang Zheng couldn't help scolding his father for "fucking shit", and said: "It seems that my two sons are both civil and military, it's amazing."

The relationship between him and Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng is not deep. In a sense, he himself is still a child, far from being able to teach and lead them like a real father.

Liu Ningluan said: "A tiger father has no dogs."

Ziran once brought Zhang Rui to him. This kid is really smart.

When he was studying in the UK, he also had several child prodigies around him. One of them was his senior at the age of 15. Liu Ningluan's ability in memory, comprehension, and hands-on skills made Liu Ningluan sigh.Perhaps Zhang Rui, like them, was born with such a talent.

He wanted Zhang Rui to stay by his side, to watch his medical skills and see him perform operations, but the handsome wife disagreed, thinking that his daily life was too bloody for a child.

She didn't understand that Zhang Rui was not an ordinary child.

When he saw himself operating on a patient, his eyes were focused and there was no fear on his face.

Liu Ningluan tried to persuade Ziran to persuade Mrs. Zhang, but unfortunately Ziran was already embarrassed and couldn't speak to Su Qian.Now that Zhang Zheng is back, he wants to try again.

After listening to Liu Ningluan, Zhang Zheng frowned and looked at Zhang Rui.

Zhang Rui looked back at his father expressionlessly. Compared with his younger brother, he didn't show his emotions very often, so even though he was a child, it was difficult for others to know his likes and dislikes.

Zhang Zheng asked, "Do you want to go?"

Zhang Rui glanced at Liu Ningluan and nodded vigorously.

Zhang Zheng said: "Okay, I see, go find your grandma and ask her to come over."

Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng ran out together, and Liu Ningluan packed up his things and left.

Zhang Zheng said, "Damn it! Does he want to be a doctor?"

Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry: "Who knows what will happen in the future? Besides, there is nothing wrong with being a doctor."

Zhang Zheng's eyebrows still did not loosen, "Humph."

His Zhang Zheng's son, how could he be holding a thin scalpel?

[The author has something to say]: emm...let me tell you, I am from the north, and I like the pronunciation of er. The "er" in "Zhenger" almost does not need to be pronounced, as long as it has a little bit of that flavor, so I don't know "mother" or "er" Soft or something.