After breakfast, Captain Liu brought breakfast to the ward for Carpenter Liu and his wife, and asked him to take good care of the patient and not to worry about family matters, as he would take care of them.

Carpenter Liu thanked Song Yun profusely. In his heart, not only was Song Yun their family's savior, but Captain Liu was also their savior, and his importance was no less than Song Yun's.

After leaving the emergency room, Captain Liu took Song Yun to an office on the third floor. He knocked on the door, went in, and spoke to the person inside for a while before coming out with a look of obvious joy on his face. "It's all settled. Song Zhiqing, go in quickly and do well on the exam. I'll go back to the village and wait for your good news."

Taking exams has never been a difficult thing for Song Yun, especially since the exam involves medical knowledge that she is familiar with.

Song Yun scored full marks in both the written test and the interview. Director Huang was very satisfied with her and even wanted to keep her in the town health center. However, when he thought of what Liu Xiangqian said, he gave up the idea.

Liu Xiangqian was right. The village really needed a doctor who truly understood medicine, so that the elderly who were not convenient to come to the town or county could also receive the treatment they deserved, and children with sudden emergencies could also receive timely treatment. Song Yun would be more valuable if she stayed in Qinghe Village than in the town health center.

What a pity!

Song Yun didn't know that Director Huang had expressed so much emotion in such a short time. She got the barefoot doctor's qualification certificate as she wished, and happily left the clinic with Qi Monan, and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy canned food, a bicycle, some salt, sugar and some condiments.

"So happy?" Qi Mo Nan saw that the corners of her mouth had been upturned since she came out of the clinic, and his mood also became cheerful.

Song Yun took out her qualification certificate and looked at it again, her eyes curved with a smile. "Well, you were originally worried about how to stock up on supplies for the winter, and now they're delivered to your door."

It wasn't practical to stockpile food and buy it all with her own money. She had a limited supply of food coupons, and even in the village, she couldn't buy as much as she wanted. She was given a fixed amount based on her circumstances and needs, not just her every request. To others, her family only had two mouths to feed: one large and one small. But in reality, there were four more mouths to feed in the cowshed.

In addition to food, vegetables, meat and eggs are also essential. Meat is not a problem, as she can hunt, but vegetables and eggs are urgently needed, especially eggs. There are no eggs left at home now.

Arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative, they first bought canned food, salt, sugar, needles, thread, buttons, and other small items. Finally, they went to the bicycle counter and asked, "Comrade, do you have any Type 26 bicycles?"

The 28 bar is a bit high for Song Yun. Although she can ride it, it is not as suitable as the 26 bar.

"180 yuan for a bicycle ticket." The male salesperson raised his eyelids and glanced at Qi Mo Nan, without changing his posture of half-lying on the counter to read the newspaper.

"Can I take a look first?" Song Yun asked.

The male salesperson didn't even bat an eyelid this time. "The car is in the warehouse. If you're sure you want it, pay the money first and I'll take you to choose."

Although it's called a selection, there aren't many bicycles in the warehouse.

Qi Mo Nan looked at Song Yun, waiting for her to make a decision.

Song Yun knew that the supply and marketing cooperatives of that era were just so powerful and tough. At least the salesperson didn't say anything unpleasant, so she didn't say much and just took out the bill to pay.

When the male salesperson saw the bill handed to him, he put away the newspaper, wrote out the receipt quickly, and took the two of them to the warehouse at the back to check out the car.

Bicycles, like fabrics, were stored in a small, separate room. Inside were three bicycles: two Type 28s and one Type 26. All were black, unlike the various colors and patterns of later bicycles.

In other words, Song Yun had no choice at all because this was the only one left.

Qi Monan checked the bicycle and after making sure there was no problem, he pushed the bicycle out.

The male salesman had just locked the door of the warehouse when he saw another salesman and a female comrade running over. The female comrade saw the bicycle Qi Mo Nan was pushing and immediately rushed over to grab the front of the bicycle, "This is mine."