The meals served at noon in the hospital cafeteria include white sorghum rice, pickled cabbage stewed with yellow carrot slices, and a thumb-sized piece of roasted pork for each person.
When Wang Chengzhu heard the news, he was very excited and wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat three bowls. It had been three days since he came to Liangjian World, and he began to lie on the bed unable to move. After adapting to this body, the pain in his body was not only unbearable, but also the itching after the wound healed.
I haven’t scratched my head. Apart from drinking and drinking water since I woke up, I also ate a little tasteless sweet millet soup this morning.
Smacking his lips, Wang Chengzhu had a look of helplessness on his face. It was very similar to the way he saw food pictures in the middle of the night before coming here, and after finishing the snacks at home, he was too lazy to go downstairs to the convenience store.
Forget it, when I can walk to carry a bowl to eat, I must go in and hold on to the wall to come out. Wang Chengzhu comforted himself in this way, never thinking that there was no buffet here, and he was still fasting.
The fact that there were wounded on the day.
At noon, the hospital cafeteria opened for dinner, and the nursing soldiers went to the cafeteria to eat. Another nursing soldier who had finished eating walked into Wang Chengzhu's ward carrying an earthen porcelain bowl with a white background and blue rim and a white yellowish enamel jar.
Half a bowl of rice and half a jar of radish slice soup. Wang Chengzhu couldn't help but ask: "Comrade, this is what my sick patient has for lunch. Where's the roast pork? Where's the pickles?"
The guard soldier replied: "The cook who prepared the meal brought the meal according to the doctor's instructions. He said that on the first day you start taking a liquid diet, you should take good care of your stomach and intestines. Meat is not allowed. Mustard shreds will affect the efficacy of the medicine. Dried radish and radish slices are not allowed.
It’s just so mixed together that you can’t tell.”
Understand, to put it bluntly, Wang Chengzhu’s few sick meals to restore gastrointestinal function did not expect any salty, sour and spicy tastes. Sweet, glutinous and tasteless millet porridge breakfast, two pieces of rice and stewed translucent radish slices,
Half a jar of radish soup with pickles to enhance the flavor, this is the time to suffer!
People are like iron, and food is like steel. Steel is inseparable and cannot be in conflict with one's own body. With a sigh in his heart, Wang Chengzhu asked the caregivers to help him eat.
It was quite embarrassing to ask someone to feed me when I was able to move and walk. Wang Chengzhu said: "Comrade, please put the rice and soup on the window sill! Help me sit up, lean against the west wall, and do it by yourself."
The nursing soldiers heard about a story that happened to Wang Chengzhu at noon, and knew that the wounded in their care were recovering well, so they cooperated and did the same.
After finishing the noon sick meal, the nursing staff took away the bowls, chopsticks and the radish soup bowl, and went to do the cleaning work.
Wang Chengzhu leaned against the west wall and sat on the hospital bed without lying down. When the nursing soldiers came back, he helped him out of bed. Taking advantage of the nice weather, he went out to walk in the yard and bask in the spring sun.
There was nothing going on in the yard in the afternoon, and few pedestrians passed by on the east slope. Only two patients from the next few wards walked out of the ward with the support of nursing soldiers. The one who recovered quickly held the parallel bars and walked two steps by himself, actively doing rehabilitation. Just now
Like Wang Chengzhu, the patient who was able to get off the ground and needed help when walking was sitting on a bench, leaning on a waist-high mound to bask in the sun. He couldn't help but watch a patient hold the parallel bars and walk from the west.
Walk to the east, turn around, and then walk from east to west. When you are tired, sit down and rest with the support of the nursing soldiers, and then continue to do rehabilitation training.
The sun slowly slid to the southwest, and the temperature in the yard dropped a little. The three injured patients were much more sensitive than the healthy and young nursing soldiers, and they all asked to go back to their rooms to rest for a while. Not long after, in the yard,
There are only two jujube trees and parallel-bar stools left.
In the evening, the hospital cafeteria serves white sorghum rice porridge with icicles, corn noodle steamed buns, and spicy and sour manjing.
Wang Chengzhu learned his lesson this time and did not get angry and cause trouble for himself. He blew and drank, and drank the half-tank of sweet rice porridge that was brought to him.
Contrary to the hardships imagined, the soldiers with "18GA" stitched on their left arms are guaranteed food and clothing. They have vegetables and meat for three meals a day, and they can also eat rice. There are no middle- and high-level people in the 18th Army who are on empty pay.
Officers, the people in Diaoyu City often do not pay military pay on time, and their ability to print French currency is more than a hundred times better than that of a strong man. However, the surrounding "friendly troops" often eat bad luck mixed with stones, gravel, sawdust, grain chaff, etc.
Turning grain into "eight-treasure rice", middle- and high-level officers ride on the wind and waves on free pay, even pretending to have concubines.
The traffic crackdown has not yet begun, and the commander running the "security enhancement campaign" has not yet taken office. This is the worst time and the best time.
Eating sweet sorghum porridge, Wang Chengzhu couldn't help feeling that the system had given him a good background. Although he didn't care much about how the soldiers and civilians of North China eighty years ago spent these twelve years, he still learned a lot about the group portraits in general education.
It gave the young people a general impression.
He drank the last few drops of cold rice soup at the bottom of the jar and placed the wooden spoon and enamel jar on the windowsill. Wang Chengzhu told the guard who was looking after him that he wanted to drink some water. The latter picked up the tableware and went out to clean it. When he came back,
Holding a half-enameled vat of warm water.
Wang Chengzhu drank half a mouthful, rinsed his mouth, swallowed it, and then drank the rest of the warm water. He handed the drinking water bottle to the nursing soldier and sat by the bed to eat.
When the guard soldier changed to the night shift, Wang Chengzhu poured water with the help of his caregiver, and then lay on the hospital bed to prepare to sleep.
Wang Chengzhu closed his eyes and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the system panel: 20:00. During prime time, nightlife has just begun, and night has fallen in this bright sword world. Kerosene lamps, soybean oil lamps and candles are not cheap, and so are dry batteries.
War supplies are in short supply. There is nothing much going on at this time. Except for sentries and patrolling soldiers, most people in the field hospital, like Wang Chengzhu, are already lying in bed waiting to sleep.
Soon, Wang Chengzhu fell asleep. The sound of even breathing was not very obvious in the ward. The nursing soldier looked at the regular rise and fall of the stomach of the person on the bed, and stepped forward to tuck in the quilt. Knowing that Wang Chengzhu was fast asleep
, his hands and feet became lighter, he sat back on his low stool and lay on the hospital bed to keep vigil.
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This is the third day that Wang Chengzhu has been here. He has adapted to this injured body and has begun to adapt to this unpeaceful era. This is the tenth year of the Anti-Japanese War and the eighth year after the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War. Hard days are waiting.
Looking at this young man who has lived a stable life for too long.
The body was sleeping. Wang Chengzhu's attention was greatly boosted after being freed from the constraints of the body. Looking at the 34% body recovery progress on the system panel, he clicked on this game character that was closely related to his physical condition and walked out of the tree.
hole to level up.
After two days of game leveling, Wang Chengzhu has become somewhat accustomed to using his consciousness to operate the character to move and fight in the dungeon. To walk and run in eight directions, he needs to see the terrain and scenery around the character to drive. He can only see the left and right hands.
Moving the body, squatting silently, and lying down will cause corresponding changes in perspective. When walking, you can roll forward by lowering your head, and when walking, you can slide backwards by leaning back. It is a wonderful simulated movement.
The attack method is also quite interesting. There are shortcut keys on the left forearm to bring up the inventory, skill bar and other window interfaces. Normal attacks require the action of holding a gun and pulling the trigger. The glove will project an equipped shooting weapon.
Pull the index finger to fire or empty the magazine. To cast a skill, you need to spread out your right hand and extend a palm knife forward to give a signal. After the glove projection expands the ring-like skill slot, make a virtual fist, put the index finger and middle finger together, and use the sword
Press your finger on the skill slot to be released and click twice, as if the iron engineer is confirming the command.
It's a bit complicated to say, but fortunately there are guided operation tutorials. Wang Chengzhu also played some somatosensory games in the 21st century, and he got started with this type of reality-enhanced game relatively quickly. As time goes by, movement and combat actions gradually deviate from the rigidity of the guided tutorials.
The posture gives me a sense of integration.
***The author has something to say***
The progress of the story seems to be a bit slow. The first chapter is based on the plot of the TV series, and now the protagonist is still in the hospital. It seems that other spin-offs of Bright Sword have begun to follow the main plot. Laugh
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