area51novel Chapter 50 Packing My Bags and Saying Goodbye to My Homeland
Chapter 50 Packing My Bags and Saying Goodbye to My Homeland
Chapter 50 Packing My Bags and Saying Goodbye to My Homeland
I. With lofty ambitions in mind, we prepare for the journey.
The villagers' repeated pleas for him to stay, and the deep concern and reluctance in his family's eyes, ultimately could not shake Chen Shanhe's determination to venture out into the world.
He stood in the room, his mind clear as a mirror, understanding the path ahead better than anyone else.
Guarding this small world of Qinglong Town can only bring temporary peace and a mundane life.
But he was unwilling, and could not accept it.
Only by venturing out to the wider provincial capitals can one truly carve out a niche for oneself.
Only by becoming strong, capable, and confident can I protect my loved ones, ensure Su Wanjing's lifelong stability, and live up to the trust placed in me by my grandfather and uncle, as well as the kindness and expectations of my fellow villagers.
Once a decision is made, it will never waver.
Without further hesitation, Chen Shanhe silently turned around and began packing his belongings.
His movements were gentle, his expression focused, yet every action revealed an unwavering determination.
His luggage was extremely simple, with no unnecessary odds and ends and no fancy decorations.
It contained only a few things that were most practical, most cherished, and most indispensable to him.
That was the foundation of his livelihood, the basis for his healing and saving lives, and the source of his confidence to roam the world.
Each piece weighs a thousand pounds; each piece is tied to his original aspirations and ambitions.
Poems as proof:
With lofty ambitions in his heart, he left his hometown.
Calmly packing your bags brings peace of mind.
I am not seeking wealth or riches on this journey.
He only uses his medical skills to roam the world.
II. Medical books and silver needles accompany me throughout my life
Chen Shanhe slowly walked to the table, stretched out his rough but steady hand, and gently stroked the few tattered medical books with curled edges.
The pages were yellowed, the edges were worn and frayed, and the book was covered with annotations. He had read it countless times and memorized it countless times.
He practiced medicine by day and studied diligently under the lamp at night; these old books accompanied him through countless dawns and dusks.
This is no ordinary piece of paper; it is the foundation of his livelihood, the source of his confidence in traveling the world, and the origin of his medical skills.
He carefully and neatly arranged and stacked the books one by one, his movements as gentle as if they were precious treasures, and slowly placed them into his bag.
Then he picked up the set of silver needles.
The needle has been rubbed smooth and shiny over the years, and feels warm and comfortable in the hand, with an extremely familiar feel.
This is his weapon for healing the sick and saving lives, his reliance for practicing medicine and helping the world, and his confidence in protecting his neighbors.
Countless days and nights, relying on these few silver needles, fever was reduced, pain was relieved, blood vessels were unblocked and qi was regulated, many patients were brought back from the brink of death, and many illnesses were easily resolved.
He carefully wrapped it in a soft cloth and placed it securely on top of his luggage, afraid of it being bumped or damaged in the slightest.
In the end, he only added a few sets of faded coarse cloth clothes, which he starched and cleaned.
Besides these, there was nothing else—no gold, silver, precious objects, or superfluous items.
The luggage looked light, but it weighed a ton.
What it contains is genuine skill, a sincere heart, a strong sense of responsibility, and a righteous path of medical practice that must be followed to the end.
Poems as proof:
Old medical books accompany me throughout my life.
A few silver needles reveal true feelings.
Though the luggage is simple, the world is vast.
Carrying a heart full of compassion, we embark on a long journey.
III. Wandering through the streets and alleys, recalling my old home
After packing his bags, Chen Shanhe gently pushed open the door to his house, walking slowly through every street and alley in the town that he knew all too well.
From bustling streets to quiet alleyways; from paddy field paths to riverbanks.
Step by step, I tread the land where I grew up and touch the memories etched in my heart.
He looked up at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, its branches and leaves so lush that they blocked out the sun.
On countless sweltering summer days, he would sit under the tree reading, enjoying the cool shade, and pondering medical principles, sometimes spending most of the day there.
The shadows of the trees remain, but the people are fading away; a pang of sadness wells up in my heart.
He looked down at the clear little pond in the town, where the water rippled gently and shimmered.
Countless mornings, he practiced acupuncture and studied prescriptions on the shore, facing the morning light and staying true to his original aspiration.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every spring, and every stream bears the marks of his youth.
My gaze slowly swept over the old houses of my neighbors and fellow villagers, with their earthen walls, green tiles, wooden doors, and old windows.
The simple, honest faces and the familiar local accents seemed to be right in front of me and right in my ears.
He lends a helping hand to those in need, and visits those who are sick; every little act of kindness is an act of generosity.
This place holds his laughter and tears from childhood to adulthood, his roots, his feelings, his loyalty, and the gratitude he can never repay to his homeland.
Overwhelmed with emotion and reluctance, his heart surged with a tide that nearly engulfed him.
But he didn't stop, and his eyes remained as firm as steel.
Reluctance is one thing, concern is another, but a man's ambition cannot be changed, will not be changed, and will never be changed.
Poems as proof:
Strolling leisurely through the old alley, my thoughts linger.
Every blade of grass and every tree is connected to the next.
Though this body travels to the ends of the earth...
My heart is with my homeland.
IV. Vow to return home in glory and live up to the expectations of our hometown
Chen Shanhe stood alone at the village entrance, his gaze heavy as he looked at the familiar Qinglong Town, remaining motionless for a long time.
Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every tree is etched in his heart.
He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, his palm slightly burning, his chest heaving with blood and qi, his resolve as firm as iron.
A thousand words stuck in my chest, but in the end they turned into a silent, solemn vow, each word resounding, etched into my bones, branded in my heart, and unchanging for a lifetime.
This departure is not for the sake of pleasure, nor to shirk responsibility, nor to abandon my homeland and family.
They go out to learn, learn, and become stronger, so that one day they can return in glory and with dignity.
On his journey to the provincial capital, he will take each step steadily and practically, practicing medicine and saving lives, studying diligently and practicing assiduously, and improving his medical skills day and night.
He will surely make a name for himself in the provincial capital, achieve academic success, become famous far and wide, act uprightly, stand firm, live honestly and with integrity, and bring glory to his hometown.
He made a vow to God in his heart:
We will never betray the nurturing grace of our homeland.
I will never let down the kindness and love of my fellow villagers.
I will never let down my family and Wanjing's earnest expectations.
Poverty should not diminish one's ambition, wealth should not make one forget one's roots, hardship should not change one's heart, and danger should not change one's resolve.
No matter how difficult or tiring the road ahead may be, no matter how many storms and setbacks we encounter, we will never forget our roots, our origins, and our original aspiration to practice medicine and save lives.
When he achieves success in the future, he will surely return home in glory, to the land that gave him birth and nurtured him.
He used his true skills to protect his neighbors, his sincere heart to repay his homeland, and his sense of responsibility to bring glory to his family, so that all those who care about him and trust him can hold their heads high and feel at ease and proud.
Once the decision is made, there is no distraction, no more hesitation or wavering.
Chen Shanhe gazed deeply at his homeland, then abruptly turned around, head held high, eyes blazing, and set out on the long journey ahead.
With steady and firm steps, they strode forward step by step toward the unknown yet hopeful road ahead.
From then on, though the mountains were high and the roads were long, the doctor traveled alone, his ambitions reaching far and wide, his heart returning to his hometown.
Poems as proof:
I vow to create a glorious chapter in a foreign land.
My heart will never betray the mulberry trees of my hometown.
When he returns home in glory,
I will also share my heartfelt gratitude with my fellow villagers.