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1947年春,我被调到华中军区第六野战医院手术室工作,正巧我父亲王嗣忠也在这所医院当管理员,我常同父亲一道吃饭说说话。最令我惊奇地见到一位穿着破旧大衣的老同志,手里拿着一根一米多长的钢筋棍子,棍头弯个圈,用布条缠着,像炼钢工人捅炉子的钢钎一样,他拖着它来来回回地在吃饭场所溜达,好多人见了他都喊“老副官好”。
In the spring of 1947, I was transferred to the operating room of the 6th Field Hospital of the Central Military Command. When my father, Wang Si-chung, was also an administrator in this hospital, I often talked to my father for dinner. I was most surprised to see an old comrade in a shabby coat with a steel rod one meter long in his hand. He bent his head around a circle and covered it with cloth like a steel-making worker who poked the steel from the stove Like brazing, he dragged it back and forth to stroll in places to eat, and when many people met he shouted, “old adjutant is good.”