Life in siheyuan era

Zhou Zhiyuan was certain he had encountered a "troublesome god." After two days of hard work, just as he thought he had finally found his footing and was happily wiping his desk, a scream came from the main room.

He knew trouble had come again. Without a second thought, he dropped the rag and darted out the door, meeting Han Xue as she walked out of the bicycle shed. He asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Zhou Zhiyuan replied, rushing inside.

Han Xue followed him in, with Zhang Yong running out from behind.

When Han Xue ran into the director's office, she saw the guard, Old Liu, lying flat on the ground. Zhou Zhiyuan was kneeling on one leg, his right hand pressing on Old Liu's chest, his left hand clenched into a fist, pounding down.

Thump! The blow made Old Liu's body twitch.

Thump! Another blow landed. Qiu Jianye's voice came, "What happened?"

"Maybe it's a heart attack," Han Xue guessed. Zhou Zhiyuan was certain, "It is a heart attack! Zhang Yong..." he shouted, "Immediately find a flatbed cart and a quilt. A cotton coat will do too."

Zhang Yong immediately shouted, "There's a flatbed cart in the storage room!" He turned and rushed out the door.

Qiu Jianye stood beside Zhou Zhiyuan, anxiously asking, "How is he?"

"He's temporarily stabilized..." Zhou Zhiyuan said urgently, pressing on Old Liu's chest. "Get him to the hospital immediately."

"Let's carry him together," Qiu Jianye said hastily.

"I can help," Han Xue volunteered.

"Me too," Zhao Xia chimed in, not wanting to be left out.

"The flatbed cart is ready!" Zhang Yong shouted as he rushed in.

"We have to carry him out lying flat..." Zhou Zhiyuan supported Old Liu's waist with both hands, while giving directions.

In a flurry of activity, they successfully lifted Old Liu onto the flatbed cart, placing Qiu Jianye's cotton coat beneath him and covering him with Li Huaiyi's woolen coat.

Qiu Jianye pushed the cart, with Zhou Zhiyuan and Zhang Yong supporting it on either side, followed by Han Xue and Zhao Xia. They hurried towards the hospital.

However, there was only a small hospital nearby. The doctor gave Old Liu some glycerol trinitrate and said in a deep voice, "His condition is very serious. He must go to a major hospital. I recommend the military hospital; they are experts in cerebrovascular diseases."

Hearing this suggestion, Qiu Jianye was troubled. He said in a low voice, "The military hospital has many patients. What if there are no beds available?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied in a low voice, "I'll make a phone call and try."

The doctor then shouted, "Xiao Peng, take him to make a phone call!"

Qiu Jianye said in a low voice, "Go quickly!"

Zhou Zhiyuan followed the nurse into the duty room, picked up the phone, and called Shen Lanbo.

Fortunately, Shen Lanbo was at home. He replied in a deep voice, "I will arrange it immediately. You hurry up and send the patient over."

With Shen Lanbo's confirmation, Zhou Zhiyuan hung up the phone, turned around, and rushed out of the duty room, shouting, "I've made contact!"

"Let's go quickly!" Qiu Jianye roared, rushing into the ward.

With the help of the doctors and nurses, the three men and two women once again placed Old Liu flat on the flatbed cart. Qiu Jianye pushed the cart, with Zhou Zhiyuan and Zhang Yong supporting it on either side, followed by Han Xue and Zhao Xia. They hurried towards the military hospital.

Twenty minutes later, Qiu Jianye, panting heavily, was exhausted. Zhang Yong's legs were almost dragging. Zhao Xia was doing well just to keep up.

Fortunately, Han Xue was in good shape and could still help Qiu Jianye support the flatbed cart.

Zhou Zhiyuan said to Qiu Jianye, "Director, let me take over."

"Your right hand is no good," Qiu Jianye said, panting heavily, but still persevering.

"I don't need those four fingers," Zhou Zhiyuan shouted, grabbing the cart handle. He gripped the handle with his left hand, using the web of his right hand to secure it, and started pushing the cart.

"That works too!"

Qiu Jianye shouted in a hoarse voice and started running, followed by Zhao Xia's shout, "Wait for me!"

Zhang Yong, however, squatted on the ground, panting heavily, and muttered, "Don't wait for me, I can catch up." He then turned to look at the bus.

Zhou Zhiyuan, running, didn't dare to go too fast. Old Liu, lying on the flatbed cart, needed a smooth ride. This was why Qiu Jianye was panting so heavily; if he didn't control his strength, he would get more and more tired.

Zhou Zhiyuan was trying to master this strength. His left and right hands still needed a balancing process.

But Han Xue, who was jogging alongside, actually asked him, "How did you do that?"

He replied impatiently, "I didn't do it. Don't talk to me."

Qiu Jianye, who had caught up, also shouted, "Don't talk to him! He's mastering that strength."

Han Xue shut her mouth, but she felt stifled inside. How dare Zhou Zhiyuan yell at her?

Zhou Zhiyuan continued to master this strength, focusing his mind and constantly shifting his intention between his two hands. After a few minutes, his hands were balanced.

He no longer felt tired, and he pushed the flatbed cart more and more easily. Twenty minutes later, they rushed into the gate of the military hospital. A stretcher was waiting at the entrance, and Old Liu was placed on the stretcher and rushed into the emergency room.

They followed the stretcher, jogging all the way. Seeing Old Liu being sent into the emergency room, Qiu Jianye relaxed and collapsed onto a long chair outside the emergency room, panting heavily.

Qiu Jianye was exhausted, but Han Xue still had energy. Sitting on the chair, she turned and glared at Zhou Zhiyuan.

Zhou Zhiyuan, however, was pacing back and forth, giving Han Xue a sunny smile. Han Xue turned her face away.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Zhiyuan felt it was necessary to explain. He had been unintentional just now.

Wasn't it just a sentence of "Don't talk to me"? What's the big deal?

Zhou Zhiyuan didn't think it was a big deal. He sat down next to Han Xue and was about to speak when he suddenly saw three figures walking towards them. His first reaction was to lower his head and look at his toes.

This action was noticed by Han Xue, who immediately looked up. Three white coats were walking over in a hurry. The white coat in front had graying temples. The white coat behind him was a middle-aged doctor, and the one at the very back was a young female military doctor.

The female military doctor was tall and slender, with a fair, oval face as cold as ice. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes swept over Zhou Zhiyuan.

This glance was caught by Han Xue. Seeing the three white coats hurrying into the emergency room, she turned her head and whispered, "Do you know the female military doctor?"

At this time, she forgot about the "Don't talk to me" incident, eager to solve the doubt in her heart.

Zhou Zhiyuan told the truth, "Her brother is my comrade."

Han Xue asked suspiciously, "Then why are you hiding?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhiyuan felt wronged. Wasn't it just saying "I'm your brother"? He even bought her sesame cakes and wontons. Did she have to hold a grudge forever?

But he couldn't say this, so he could only reply in a low voice, "We have a little conflict."

He wanted to get away with this, but he heard Han Xue ask in a low voice, "What conflict?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her, seeing her full of curiosity. Thinking of the little conflict between the two, he decided to satisfy her and said in a low voice, "I'm your brother."

He told the truth, but he saw Han Xue's eyebrows stand up. So he asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Whose brother are you?"

Hearing her angry low shout, Zhou Zhiyuan knew he had said the wrong thing again. He quickly explained, "The conflict between me and the female military doctor is this sentence. I called my comrade, and she answered. She asked me who I was, and I casually said, 'I'm your brother.' That's how we became enemies."

Hearing him tell the whole story, Han Xue was stunned for a moment, then said, "You really have a smart mouth."

Han Xue defined him. Zhou Zhiyuan was about to explain when he heard Qiu Jianye say, "He doesn't have a smart mouth. This is comradeship. A comrade's sister is his own sister."

Qiu Jianye had recovered and interrupted to explain for Zhou Zhiyuan.

With Director Qiu speaking up, Zhou Zhiyuan couldn't just sit idly by. He leaned forward and looked at Qiu Jianye, raising his left thumb in praise, "As expected of a veteran."

Qiu Jianye smiled and replied, "What you did was right, but the target was wrong. That female military doctor isn't younger than you. How could she be happy when you said that?"

Qiu Jianye pointed it out bluntly, and even wanted to give Zhou Zhiyuan some social experience.

Just as Qiu Jianye was talking eloquently, Zhang Yong and Zhao Xia arrived by bus. Seeing Qiu Jianye lecturing, they immediately joined in.

But at this time, Qiu Jianye stopped talking and stood up to greet the white coat.

Zhou Zhiyuan followed Qiu Jianye's movements and looked up, seeing those cold, almond-shaped eyes staring coldly at him. He immediately felt a bad feeling.

At this time, he remembered everything. He and she had a "I'm your brother" feud, a "little girl" feud, and a "highly nearsighted" feud. With so many feuds combined, could Shen Lanyin let him go?

Putting himself in her shoes, if it were him, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity. Entering my territory, even the geese get plucked, and the beasts leave their skins. He would feel sorry for Shen Lanyin if she didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity.