Siheyuan: Pescando Todas as Coisas dos Céus

Beijing Medical University.
Dean’s Office.

“Shao Wen, Xiehe Hospital is an excellent institution,” Dean Qin Zhong said calmly.

Yet sitting opposite him, Lin Shaowen’s heart was a tempest of emotions.

How was it that after a drunken night, he had awakened into a world utterly unfamiliar?

Countless memories surfaced, causing his brow to knit slightly.

Lin Shaowen, twenty years old.
An outstanding graduate of Beijing Medical University.
His father, a senior engineer at the Ministry of Industry, had died in the line of duty.
His mother, a music teacher at a university, had passed away early.
He currently lived in the Ministry of Industry’s family housing and now faced a dilemma with two choices.

As an excellent medical graduate, he had received invitations from two units.
The first was Beijing Xiehe Hospital.
The second was the medical department of a steel rolling mill.

If placed in the future, the choice between these two would be as laughable as asking Pan Jinlian to choose between Ximen Qing or Wu Dalang.
But in the 1960s, both offers were significant.
Work was not divided by prestige; all jobs deserved respect.

“Dean, Xiehe houses nearly all the nation’s top professionals. Its equipment and technology are cutting-edge. I believe my future would be bright there...” Lin Shaowen said.

Hearing this, Dean Qin Zhong smiled with satisfaction.

“So... I choose the steel mill,” Lin Shaowen said with solemnity.

“Hmm.”
The dean’s smile froze, disbelief plain on his fa