After the sound stopped, it took Li Chu a long time to recover.

Let's open the warehouse and see if there's anything good this time.

In the open space in the middle of the warehouse, what catches the eye most are various canned goods, milk powder, a pile of cash and various tickets, and the indispensable large and small yellow croakers.

After organizing all these things and putting them into their respective boxes, only one book remained.

Li Chu picked up the book with excitement, but his heart sank as soon as he saw the cover.

English skills and experience, learn immediately upon opening, for personal use only.

It's not that English skill books are bad; there's no such thing as a bad skill book. How could a book that maxes out your skills be bad? The problem is that English isn't practical these days. Even if someone knows it, they wouldn't dare use it.

Li Chu and the others all learned Russian in school, but you suddenly speak English. Where did you learn that? Do you have some kind of secret? Are you having an affair with someone abroad?

Sigh, he looked at the skill book in his hand and sighed inwardly.

I'll find some time to learn it later. It's always good to have more skills. But I must be careful in the future and never show that I know English.

Their medical school subscribes to many foreign language journals, and the hospital library also has quite a few, including German, English, Russian, and many others.

However, these books are basically only understandable to people with overseas study experience, and only those people would read them.

Doctors who hadn't studied abroad all waited for the translated version to be published before reading it.

Li Chu could understand the general meaning of the Russian journals he read, but he couldn't understand many of the technical terms.

Keep this English skills book. Take some time to learn it, and just be careful not to show it off in front of others in the future.

After putting the books away in the warehouse, Li Chu opened the box where the cash was kept.

I hadn't noticed before, but I just remembered that there's a lot of money from the second set in here. Now that the exchange period has passed, it's completely unusable.

I sorted out all the second set of banknotes separately. The three-yuan, five-yuan, and ten-yuan denominations totaled about a thousand yuan. The other smaller denominations can still be used.

I can't help but keep this money now. Who knows how much it will be worth in forty years? I'll leave it all to my son and daughter.

His money is in good condition, mostly 90% new, so I believe it should be able to be exchanged for a good amount later.

The rest are all third sets. I counted them roughly, and they cost nearly 30,000 yuan. I closed the lid.

Li Chu ignored the money, since he had nowhere to use it anyway.

Their family's current salaries alone are not enough to cover all their expenses. Ding Qiunan has saved up a lot, but he has never asked her about it.

He opened the box containing the tickets again and discovered that he had been given quite a few coal tickets this time, so he wouldn't need his brother-in-law to find someone to issue coal tickets for him this year.

There are even gasoline and diesel coupons. I don't know what they're for. Does the system think he can drive a car?

I'll put all the tickets that I can use at home, and leave the ones I can't use in the warehouse to collect dust.

After summarizing his gains from this sign-in session, Li Chu's mind returned to the present. Overall, it wasn't bad; at least he received a skill book, though he couldn't use it for the time being.

In a good mood, Li Chu put his feet up on the table, hummed a song for a while, and checked the time. There were still ten minutes left before he got off work. He took out his lunchbox from the cabinet under the table and prepared to go to the cafeteria to get his food.

After having lunch with his wife in the cafeteria, the two of them returned to the clinic together.

Ding Qiunan put the clean lunchbox back into the cabinet under the table, and when she looked up, she saw the letter that Li Chu had casually tossed on the table.

"Hey, Li Chu, someone wrote you a letter." Ding Qiunan said, picking up the letter. "How come it's mine?"

"Oh, I forgot. Grandpa Zhang from the gatehouse gave it to me this morning. I was going to bring it to you, but I saw there were quite a few of you, so I didn't."

Ding Qiunan looked at the address on the envelope and said in confusion, "It's from Quanshui City. I don't know anyone there."

Li Chu walked up behind Ding Qiunan, put his arm around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and joked, "Did someone write you a love letter?"

"Slap!" Before he could finish speaking, Ding Qiunan slapped him on the head with the letter in her hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know anyone over there." Ding Qiunan put the letter back on the table, pressed her husband down to sit in a chair, and then sat on his lap, snuggling into his arms.

"Open it and take a look."

Li Chu looked down at his wife nestled in his arms: "Why didn't you open your letter?"

"Didn't you say this was a love letter written to me? Then open it yourself and see if it really is."

"Oh, I was just kidding."

"It's okay, you see, I'm a little tired, let me lean on you for a while." As she spoke, Ding Qiunan pressed her face against her husband's chest, her eyes half-closed.

"Shall I carry you to bed for a while?"

"Wait a while before you go over. Open the letter and see what it is first."

Li Chu picked up the letter on the table: "Then I really tore it open."

"Hey, hurry up, just look at it."

With a "rip," Li Chu tore open the envelope and poured out the oddly folded letter paper inside.

"Huh? What's in here?"

Hearing her husband's mutterings, Ding Qiunan opened her eyes and looked at his hand.

Li Chu held an envelope in his left hand and a piece of paper that had been poured out of the envelope in his other hand, along with some white powdery substance.

"What is this? Flour?"

Li Chu placed the letter and envelope on the table. Just as he was about to bring his hand to his nose to smell what the powdery substance was and why there was such a thing in the envelope, he suddenly remembered some things his father had told him before, and hurriedly raised his right hand.

"Wife, get off my lap right now, don't touch the letter or the noodles on the table."

Ding Qiunan was baffled by her husband's actions, but she still obediently got off his lap.

"What's wrong, Li Chu?"

"I'll tell you later, do they have staff on duty at the pharmacy during lunchtime?"

"Yeah, why are you asking this?"

"Honey, I'll explain in a bit. Go to the pharmacy and get two bottles of saline solution now."

Ding Qiunan didn't ask any more questions and followed her husband's instructions to open the door and go to the outpatient hall.

Li Chu looked at the letter on the table with a complicated expression, hoping that he was overthinking it.

Ding Qiunan quickly returned with two bottles of saline solution.

Li Chu walked up to the washbasin stand and said, "Wife, open the bottle and pour some into my hand."

At this moment, Ding Qiunan also realized what was happening. She looked at her husband's hand, then at the letter on the table, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Li Chu, are you saying that the powder is poison?"

Li Chu shook his head: "I don't know either, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Who would put flour in an envelope?"