Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Song Yun didn't know what was going on with Zhu Jianye. She took a 40-minute bus back to the hospital and went to see Dr. Cen first. She saw him leaning on the bed, writing something attentively with a notebook. She didn't go in to disturb him and went back to her own ward. But when she opened the door, she saw Qi Mo Nan reading a book in her ward.
"Why are you here?" Song Yun came in carrying a medicine box.
Qi Mo Nan put the book away and said with a smile, "There's a chatterbox staying in my ward. He's too noisy, so I came to your place to get some peace and quiet."
Song Yun said "oh", wiped her hands, opened the medicine box, took out the plaster she had prepared in the afternoon, spread the ointment on the plaster in the medicine box, and applied it to Qi Mo Nan skillfully.
After applying the plaster, Qi Monan felt the wound was cool, and after a while it began to become numb and warm, which was quite comfortable.
"Here are a few patches. When I'm not here, you can go to Gu Lao to apply the medicine. He has the plasters I left behind."
When Qi Monan heard this, his heart felt half empty even though the person was still in front of him.
He knew it was impossible, but he still asked, "Teacher Xu and Dean Fang asked me to ask you if you are willing to stay."
Song Yun was puzzled. "Stay? Stay in the military hospital?"
Qi Mo Nan nodded. "Yes, Dean Fang said that if you are willing to stay, he will set up a Traditional Chinese Medicine Department specifically for you, and you will be the director."
I have to say, this condition is very tempting.
But Song Yun shook her head without hesitation, "You know, I went to Qinghe Village to join the team, not because I couldn't make a living in the city."
With her abilities, it would not be difficult for her to find a job in the city as long as she wanted. Her only purpose of going to the countryside was to take care of her parents. She would be wherever her parents were.
This answer was within Qi Menan's expectations.
"Okay, I'll pass it on to Teacher Xu and Dean Fang."
Song Yun nodded, "Thank them for me."
The two changed the subject, and Song Yun asked him if he had called Qinghe Village.
"I called, and Ziyi answered. I told him about your situation. They were all very worried about you."
When she mentioned Ziyi and his parents, she smiled even more. "It's only been a few days since he came out. I miss this little guy a lot."
If her parents were not unable to return for the time being, it would be best if she could bring Ziyi to the military area to live and study. She really couldn't afford to be dissatisfied with the teaching quality at Huaiyin Commune. If Ziyi himself was not smart and studious, and she and her parents could also provide guidance, she really didn't know what kind of learning he would have achieved in the end.
It was almost time, so the two left the ward and went to the cafeteria to have dinner together.
Song Yun pushed him to the stairs and was calling for help to lift the wheelchair. Qi Mo Nan stood up by himself, standing on one leg with the injured foot dangling. "No need to call for help, just help me up. I want to go down by myself. I need to move around a bit."
Song Yun looked at Qi Mo Nan's height of 185cm and said with a sigh, "Okay."
The soldier brought a crutch. Qi Monan looked at the kind-hearted soldier coldly and took the crutch with a slightly rude movement.
Song Yun glanced at the stairs and said, "You're not familiar with using a cane yet. Wait until you get to the destination before using it. I'll help you down first."
The resentment in Qi Monan's eyes finally disappeared, and he stretched out his arm to support Song Yun.
It’s only two floors, and it took just over a minute to get down.
When I got down to the stairs, I heard someone yelling, "I'm here to visit a patient. Why won't you let me in? My father is Brigadier General Jiang. Don't you understand?"
The two soldiers guarding the stairs blocked the stairs tightly with their bodies. No matter how unreasonable Jiang Xin acted, they remained indifferent.
Ever since Dr. Cen was admitted to the hospital, the inpatient department has been strictly controlled. Not everyone can enter and exit freely, especially the floor where Dr. Cen lives. Even officers in the camp must have the order of Commander Xu to enter.
Song Yun supported Qi Mo Nan and stood behind the two soldiers, saying softly, "Please make way."