Deep in the water alley of Lanxi River, the Xiao family's tamarisk blooms every year. In 1938, Xiao Zhiwei, a wealthy girl, went from the Hong Kong Nursing School to the front line of Huizhou, and completed her transformation from "Miss Xiao" to "field nurse" under artillery fire. After being transferred to Chongde Charity Hospital, she used her identity as the director of the pharmacy as a cover to build a secret drug transfer network - sulfonamides were hidden at the bottom of flower pots, information was stuffed into the cracks of broken walls and bricks, and the names of guerrillas were buried in the morgue.
On the surface, he is the head nurse who saves lives and heals the wounded, but secretly, he is "Comrade Tu Wei" of the Pearl River Column. Qin Bingnan led his troops to revolt under her influence, Fang Zhongsui repeatedly struggled with suspicion and appreciation, and President Fu Huaide entrusted the hospital with forty years before his death. The leather boots of the Japanese puppets, the greedy eyes of the Kuomintang, and the cold nights of the civil war alternately swept through this pharmacy. Every interrogation was a test of life and death, and every grain of sulfa was stained with the weight of human life.
When the red flag was planted on the roof of the town hall in 1949, she did not cheer. She only cried alone in the pharmacy facing the wall of medicine cabinets. The words "live well" his uncle said before he died came true. Qin Bingnan's back with military salute before crossing the river was still in front of his eyes. In 1950, she returned to the Lanxi Pier and returned to the charity home as the vice president. When the nursing school was established, she took the first lesson; when the new plant was planted, she poured the first ladle of water. The eldest daughter of the Xiao family, who left home with a ferry ticket in hand twelve years ago, can finally wear the Red Cross badge in the sun. The rosewood flower blooms again, filling the courtyard with a pure color - this thorny flower, the thorns pierce into the darkness, and the flower blooms in the morning light. She does not retreat, because the charity courtyard is her battlefield, and the newly planted weed seedlings have endless spring.
