Song Yun had no idea that Su Jing was targeting her again. She was currently talking to her parents in the reception room. When she learned that they were living comfortably in Qinghe Village and had enough food and clothing, she felt relieved.

"How is Lifen?"

After talking about her family, she asked about her friends.

Bai Qingxia smiled and said, "Lifen is very smart. She studies hard every day. Judging from the recent test, her scores have improved a lot."

Song Yun thought about how long she hadn't reviewed, and felt a little guilty. She was afraid her parents would ask her about her homework, so she quickly changed the subject. "Mom, I got some wild boar meat and stream fish. I'll make some smoked meat and fish in the next few days and send them to you."

Bai Qingxia said hurriedly, "You can keep it for yourselves. We have everything here. You and Ziyi are growing up, so you have to eat more and don't be frugal." She really wanted to tell her daughter that she, Bai Qingxia, was actually very rich, but it was not appropriate to say this at this time. She hoped that this world would really be like her daughter said, that one day it would be clear and she could return to Beijing and get her assets back.

The mother and daughter exchanged some sweet words before hanging up, which made Song Hao, who was waiting to talk to his daughter but never got the chance, jealous.

"I haven't said a word yet, why did you hang up?"

Bai Qingxia looked at her husband with a smile, "Didn't I say everything for you? Is there anything else you want to say?"

Song Hao: ...

After Song Yun finished the call, she went back to her home to rest. She had to work the night shift and she needed to recuperate at home.

The pickled fish and meat have been strung with hemp ropes and hung in the smoking shed to dry in the shade before being smoked after a few days.

The night shift was just like the day shift, but Song Yun had prepared well. She brought a medicine stove and medicine pots and spent the whole night in the clinic boiling an ointment. It was a kind of ointment that could relieve muscle soreness and swelling, and was more suitable for the soldiers in the camp. They usually trained very intensely, and there would always be times when excessive training would cause muscle strain and swelling. This kind of ointment would work almost immediately. In her previous life, the ointment she and her master boiled required a face-to-face consultation before it could be administered, and it was in limited supply. It used to cost fifty yuan per patch, but later some people sold it for over a thousand yuan per patch, or even several thousand yuan per patch.

When she was leaving her shift, she left a few plasters for Dr. Wang, who took over, and told him the indications of the plasters. For example, if any soldier had muscle pain or even swelling and pain due to over-training, they could use them. She sponsored five plasters to the clinic for free. If anyone wanted more, they had to ask the team leader for them.

It is definitely not right to sell medicine directly to soldiers. She has to ask the military district to purchase from her. This way it will be reasonable and legal. She will not be working for nothing and can make some money. The soldiers can also use the things.

Win-win.

Doctor Wang studied Chinese medicine and could prepare prescriptions and make plasters. How could he not know Song Yun's selfish motives? He had done this before, and not only him, but all doctors who knew how to prepare medicine had done it, but in the end, not a single one succeeded.

The plasters he made for them were not so essential for the soldiers, so naturally no one would go through the trouble of writing an application specifically for a certain kind of plaster. Even if they did, it might not be approved.

Doctor Wang put the ointment into the medicine cabinet as usual. If anyone wanted to try it, he would of course give it to the soldier. He was also curious about the efficacy of the medicine and wanted to know whether Song Yun's ability was really in line with her reputation.

After returning home and having breakfast, Song Yun planned to go to the city for a walk, buy some furniture and send it back to Qinghe Village. By the way, she would also send back to Qinghe Village the letter that Ziyi wrote to his parents last night, and the letter that Qi Mo'nan wrote to Old Man Qi.

The old man really wanted to go to the market with her, but unfortunately he had to work the night shift today, so he couldn't go out and hang out, so he had to stay at home.

"I'll bring you something to eat when I come back." Song Yun teased with a smile.

The old man glared at her and said, "You're treating me like a child, right? Buying me some wine is more like that."

Song Yun spread her hands and said, "I want to buy one too, but I don't have a ticket. Do you have one?"

If the old man had a ticket, he would have bought it himself long ago and would not have waited until now.