Coming to Shanghai with He Xiufang was not only her coach and teammates, but also her father He Zhong.

He Zhong is an honest farmer, nervous and serious, serious and deep, deep and melancholy, melancholy and stubborn.

He and He Xiufang went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange on the same day, but they left the house a day in advance.

Seeing her father at the exit of the station, carrying a snakeskin bag and smoking uneasily, He Xiufang burst into tears...

The last time she saw her father was when she was training in the team, and it was the time when she was most uneasy about her fate.

This time, when she saw her father again, she was already a medal winner in the national competition. Although it was only a bronze medal, and although it was only a national track and field championship, she was able to stay in the team and the biggest crisis had been resolved.

And my father seems to have been like this since he was a child.

"Didn't you buy a high-speed rail ticket for the green car you took?" He Xiufang felt that she was the most rural in the team, but when she stood next to her father, she realized that she was already far away from her hometown.

He Zhong said vaguely in his hometown dialect: "How many times the difference was, I refunded it."

"The high-speed rail will arrive in a few hours. People from other families take the high-speed rail when they go out to work..." He Xiufang's voice unconsciously regained some of its local accent.

He Zhong said disdainfully: "They love to build things, let them do it, I won't sit down."

"Uncle He." The coach stepped forward to shake hands at this moment. He is more than ten years younger than He Zhong, and he often talks on the phone.

He Zhong saw the coach, put on his honest smile again, and said: "I've given you trouble again."

"It depends on what you said..."

He Zhong held the coach's hand tightly and said: "If the girl hadn't won the medal this time, I would be embarrassed to come to see you. In order to train him, you wasted several years and didn't achieve any results. Fuck."

It’s useless and it’s a waste of the country’s money.”

The coach couldn't keep up with the words, so He Xiufang took the bronze medal out of his neck, handed it to his father, and said, "Dad, look at my medal."

"Okay! Okay!" He Zhong held the medal with one hand, touched it, but tightened the bag on his shoulder, and said, "Let's go first, I'm carrying something, I'll look at it after I stay."

"Dad, you said you wanted to find a kitchen, so I rented a house for you..." He Xiufang paused and then said quickly: "It's not too expensive. The cheap house I rented is now called a short-term rental."

"As long as there's a kitchen." He Zhong didn't curse this time.

He Xiufang was stunned and said, "There is a kitchen and kitchen utensils."

"You can rent it for a few days, right?"

"You can stay as many days as you want." He Xiufang was paid a salary in the track and field team. Although it was not much, he usually didn't have much expenses. The team took care of food, drink, and toilet, so he saved a little money. However, let

She was reluctant to rent a house in Shanghai herself, but she was very willing to rent a house to her father.

He Zhong nodded: "That's fine, let's hurry up and get there."

After taking the bus all the way to the short-term rental house, He Xiufang realized why her father wanted a house with a kitchen and why he came here in a hurry.

He Zhong actually brought wild vegetables wrapped in snake skin.

"Dad, you brought so many shepherd's purses... If you want to bring them, just bring a little." He Xiufang grabbed a handful of wild vegetables, and felt warm in her heart. When she was a child, there were no vegetables to eat, so shepherd's purses and other wild vegetables were just that.

The most common food.

But He Zhong made a "humph" sound and said: "Who brought it to you? I'll bring it to your leaders and coaches. I'll also treat the doctors to some. Just take a few bites. Go and buy a chicken."

"You want to make chicken soup skin jelly?" He Xiufang understood immediately.

In my hometown, chicken soup skin jelly is considered a big dish. It is made by chopping shepherd's purse into powder, mixing it into flour, cooking it into a paste, freezing it, cutting it into small pieces, and then pouring it with chicken soup.

It sounds like a very unique snack, but if you think about it carefully, it is nothing more than an enhanced version of Fan Zhongyan's porridge and broken bones, and the pickles in Fan Zhongyan's porridge are replaced with wild vegetables.

Adding chicken soup is something that only happened in recent years.

He Xiufang said in embarrassment: "Dad, people don't eat this anymore."

"It's their business whether they eat or not, and it's our business whether we do it or not." He Zhong waved his hand and got busy. He only glanced at He Xiufang's ankle secretly when she went out.

"He Xiufang's Achilles tendon is in good condition. The team doctor said it has fully recovered, so we let her play in the game." The coach knew He Zhong's character and specifically explained it.

He Zhong was unwilling to admit it. He hummed twice and said, "Everyone during the revolution knew that a person who is slightly injured will not be able to get out of the firing line. I am a delicate girl."

The coach could only apologize. He Xiufang, who weighed 80 kilograms, had struggled to rehabilitate in the past few months and how difficult it was to resume training. He couldn't explain it to He Zhong one by one.

The next day.

He Xiufang and others came to the Bone, Joint and Sports Medicine Center for examination.

He Xiufang was specially pulled out and underwent a series of re-examinations.

The leader of the track and field team looked at this scene happily, with a look of relief on his face. Nowadays, the funds of the city's track and field team are relatively sufficient, but it just depends on how they are used, such as targeted physical examinations and effective medical treatments.

They are all willing to pay.

Ling Ran showed up in the afternoon, got the inspection report, and looked at it carefully.

"Looking now, he has completely recovered." Ling Ran looked at He Xiufang and said, "How do you feel now?"

"Okay, I can't use up all my energy." He Xiufang tried to show off her 80 kilograms of courage.

Ling Ran curled his lips, that was not what he meant by the question, but it was harmless.

Ling Ran conveniently performed another physical examination, which was considered as the reexamination was completed.

He Xiufang's situation was very clear from the beginning. If the Achilles tendon was not completely ruptured and was sutured and healed, then there would be no problem, but the healing was not good... She could not win a medal because the problematic Achilles tendon was sutured and even the high-strength

I can't even survive training, let alone participate in a competition so soon.

Ji Tianlu waited for Ling Ran to finish the examination, and then curiously took the film to look at.

He is a real bone and joint expert, one of the most skilled people in joint replacement in China. Now when I see the film, I am very surprised.

"It's really all healed." Ji Tianlu clicked his tongue. It had only been three or four months. According to the normal level of Achilles tendon repair, it was unclear whether he could train.

The leader of the track and field team still believed in the chief physician Ji Tianlu. After hearing his diagnosis, he became happy: "It's good, it's good. The veterans have returned, and there is another general."

In the city track and field team, those who can win national medals are considered first-line players. Not only will they not quit the team, but they will also be entrusted with important responsibilities. Of course, if they cannot prove themselves, then there is no reason why second-line players will retire when they reach their age.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was happy, He Zhong took out a large stack of aluminum alloy lunch boxes from his backpack, and said with a smile: "Dear leaders and doctors, I am He Xiufang's father. I came here this time to do something.

Let you try our local specialty snacks. Thank you for taking care of my Xiufang over the years, and thank the doctor for performing the surgery on Xiufang..."

As he said that, he took out the thermos flask and said: "The lunch box is filled with jelly, and the bottle is with chicken soup. Pouring chicken soup with jelly is our special way of eating..."

He Xiufang was happy when she was suddenly attacked by her father. It was hard to persuade her or talk to her. She was extremely nervous for a moment.

This was not the first time for the leader of the track and field team to encounter such a scene. The leading deputy director burst out laughing and said: "The old man came all the way to send you special delicacies. Let's try it. He Xiufang, sit down too."

, taste it all, taste it all, doctors please sit down too, sharpen the knife and chop wood, let’s have something to eat and drink, and then check again. By the way, can there be food in this office? "

Naturally, it is not appropriate to eat in the clinic, but given the current situation, Ji Tianlu would only follow the rules unless his head was swollen by a tendon.

"Who is that? Go bring some chairs and order some dishes and chopsticks from the canteen on the operating floor." Ji Tianlu didn't remember the names of so many residents, so he just pointed them out and dispatched them.

The resident doctor rushed away.

"I brought more lunch boxes." He Zhong shouted after him, then opened the lunch box with a smile and showed everyone the chicken soup skin jelly he made.

Ling Ran also sat on the edge and looked at it curiously.

I saw that the green skin jelly in a lunch box was divided into four pieces. He Zhong took out one piece and put it into the empty lunch box, then opened the thermos kettle, poured in the still hot chicken soup, added a little seasoning, and it was done.

No one said much, everyone got a piece and tasted it silently.

He Xiufang also got a piece in the end, which was a slightly broken green skin jelly. When she ate it in her mouth, it still felt sticky and refreshing.

He Xiufang's tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped into the cold chicken soup without realizing it.
Chapter completed!