novelraw Chapter 293 Extra 13: Try to out-steady your hands with me; even a year of practice won't make
Chapter 293 Extra 13: Try to out-steady your hands with me; even a year of practice won't make
My name is Tong Yuling. Because my sister Yulong and I are twins, we often appear together. People like to call us Linglong, and when they call us that, they mean both of us.
Yulong and I are both lively and love to wear the same clothes and dress up the same way. Many people can't tell us apart. Besides family members, even teachers and classmates often mistake us for each other.
We often played pranks because of this, so the teacher ordered us to wear yellow and blue, one of us in each other's clothes, to help them tell us apart. But sometimes we would deliberately switch clothes, and they still couldn't tell us apart.
We grew up pampered by our families, and were sometimes more mischievous than the boys. We often got into fights with the kids in the compound, and if anyone bullied us, our two older sisters would run over to protect us.
Especially my eldest sister, she learned some martial arts from Dad, and most kids can't beat her! No one can bully us just because they have more sons!
She practically raised us, and we were quite afraid of her. She was very kind to us, except when she was tutoring us. If we didn't understand after two tries, she would slap us on the bottom, and it hurt terribly!
It's strange, but in our family, only the two of us didn't do well in school. My second sister was always first in her grade, and my eldest sister was right behind her, never falling out of the top ten. Then our fifth child started school, and I never saw her studying. She was always fiddling with things and running around the yard, but her grades were absolutely on par with my second sister's!
Sigh! Is it because Yulong and I are twins that we share one part of our intelligence, which is why I'm so stupid?
We lived a carefree life, and thanks to the help of my maternal grandparents and great-grandmother, our family didn't suffer from poverty despite having many children. Unfortunately, this peaceful and happy life was shattered with the arrival of the Cultural Revolution!
My maternal grandfather was reported and sent to the countryside, so my father had to ask someone to arrange for them to go to a place where they could be looked after by friends. Later, I heard that my uncle's family was being persecuted very badly, and it was my father who stepped in and went through a lot of trouble to arrange for them to go to the village where my maternal grandfather had been sent to.
Dad didn't hide any of these things from us. Except for the sixth and seventh children, who are still young and don't quite understand the hidden calculations, we can all feel that everything around us has changed a lot.
Grandpa was afraid that his class background would affect Mom and us, so he insisted on severing ties with Mom before he was sent to the countryside. Although Mom put her fingerprint on the statement, we understood that the blood ties could not be severed in reality, and this was a last resort.
Because of this incident, everyone in our family became more low-key, but less than two years later, my father suddenly passed away!
My mother fell seriously ill, and my eldest sister took over the household chores. She went to the hospital and arranged for us older girls to take care of the younger girls, including my fifth sister.
She also went to the Public Security Bureau and the factory leaders several times, and with their help, she managed to get a monthly subsidy of five yuan for each of us younger sisters.
After my mother recovered from her illness, she mustered her strength and worked hard while taking care of us daughters. Around this time, more and more people started having ulterior motives and scheming against our family.
A smile was rarely seen on my mother's face. She spent all her time either in the office, at home, or at the supply and marketing cooperative; she never went anywhere else. Sometimes she would even carry the small dagger that my father had made by hand in her bosom, as if to say, "If you dare to bully me, I'll fight you to the death."
After New Year's Day that year, my eldest sister suddenly discussed with us the idea of the whole family going to the countryside. After some analysis, we decided to leave.
At that time, Yulong and I were about to graduate from junior high school. Fortunately, the school held an early exam, and we received our junior high school graduation certificates at the age of fourteen and a half. We decided to become educated youth together!
When we arrived at Chenjiatun, the village we were assigned to, we realized how much our eldest sister had sacrificed. She had arranged everything in advance; we had a house to stay in, a heated kang bed to sleep on, and we could eat white rice, refined flour, and meat that others couldn't get their hands on.
Life in the countryside wasn't peaceful either, but we were finally reunited with my maternal grandfather and uncle's family. We secretly took care of them and the people in the cowshed, and their situation quickly improved thanks to my eldest sister's planning.
My maternal grandfather was invited to Yan City to treat a big shot, thus shedding the label of a capitalist bad element. My uncle and aunt were borrowed by the army to do research and returned to their original professions.
Our eldest sister ordered us kids to learn medicine from our grandfather, just some simple basics, because these would be our competitive advantage in the future!
In my eldest sister's plan, my second sister, Yulong, and I would be divided into two groups and go to join the army after passing the assessment.
We're very confident about this, because after we went to the countryside, we started practicing ancient martial arts and became martial arts masters! In terms of physical fitness, most people really can't compare to us!
In the winter of 1972, Yulong and I joined the army together. At that time, my eldest sister had already gone to carry out a mission with her fiancé.
We, the family, have no idea where they went or what they did. All we know is that my eldest sister is very capable and that she was doing extremely dangerous and important work.
Yulong and I became medics. Because of the traditional Chinese medicine knowledge taught by my grandfather and some basic trauma treatment skills, we quickly stood out among a group of nurses and were sent to Yanshi Medical College for further studies three years later.
When my eldest sister came back, we had two years left before graduation. However, the college entrance examination had been reinstated by then, which put us worker-peasant-soldier students in a somewhat awkward position. So my eldest sister encouraged us to study abroad to learn advanced medical technology.
After two years of internships after graduation, we applied for self-funded study abroad, and after the organization approved it, we went to country M.
Xiao Wu has already made a name for herself there. She has always taken care of me and Yu Long, and we have become her "personal physicians" in her faction.
With our tacit understanding and telepathy, we worked together to save many people and performed many difficult surgeries. Our skills improved by leaps and bounds. Those years of study and life were truly tense, thrilling and exciting!
We returned from our studies at the age of thirty. I was assigned to the Yan City Military Hospital, while Yulong was assigned to the Municipal Military Hospital in a neighboring city. This time, we twin sisters were finally separated!
Although I have a master's degree in medicine, this profession is all about surgical skills. My colleagues don't respect us. If they don't respect us, then let's see who has the ability!
A consultation brought together the hospital's experts and attending physicians to discuss a patient's liver tumor surgery. In my opinion, the surgery itself wasn't particularly difficult; the most critical issue was the tumor's unfavorable location, which could easily damage the hepatic artery, requiring the surgeon to have a steady, precise, and rapid hand.
This is not a problem for me, but no one wants to take on this surgery because the patient is eighty years old and a veteran of the revolution. Nobody wants to take on this risk.
Several senior specialists were unwilling to take on the case, let alone the younger doctors; the room was silent. I carefully reviewed the patient's medical records and, after analysis, felt that the success rate of the surgery was still quite high.
"Dean Zhou, if you believe I am capable of performing the surgery, I am willing to do so!"
My words broke the silence. Instantly, I saw the surprised looks from the hospital leaders and the shocked or disdainful looks from my colleagues.