The next day, early morning.

Song Yueying was awakened by the strange and noisy machine sounds. She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. Her head was spinning; it was because she hadn't slept enough.

"I was woken up." Qi Yanjue, who was lying next to her, sat up as well.

"Yeah, it's noisy, too noisy, it's giving me a headache," Song Yueying replied subconsciously.

"Headache, what kind of pain? Is it serious?" Hearing her say she had a headache, Qi Yanjue's eyes were full of worry. He reached out to pull her into his arms, but was afraid that moving her would make her head hurt more.

Song Yueying said, "The noise is giving me a headache."

It turned out the noise was giving him a headache. Qi Yanjue breathed a sigh of relief. "These past few days have been the busy harvest season, and the team leader and his team have been getting up very early to work. It's a bit noisy, but it'll be fine after the harvest season."

"Hmm." Song Yueying responded groggily again, then suddenly her eyes widened.

A man's voice! How could there be a man's voice on her bed? She turned her head sharply towards the source of the sound, and a handsome man's face came into view.

Memories flooded back, and Song Yueying rubbed her forehead. Oh, she had transmigrated—transmigrated to the 1970s, into the body of an eighteen-year-old girl.

She'd been here for several days, and she still hadn't adjusted. Wait a minute! She hadn't been this confused and disoriented when she woke up a few days ago.

Could it be because she hadn't slept enough and was woken up by the strange and noisy machine noise?

Or is there something else...?

In that instant, Song Yueying considered many possibilities.

Seeing her holding her head, Qi Yanjue moved closer to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace. Looking down at her, he asked softly, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It hurts." The soft voice was like a cat's murmur, which made Qi Yanjue's heart ache. "Judging from the sound, they should be harvesting rice in the fields not far from here."

"Once they finish harvesting that field, they'll move to fields further away, and then the noise will be much quieter."

He came home late last night, which made her go to bed late. This morning, the brigade leader led people to harvest the rice, and they happened to choose the field closest to the end of the village.

Things just happened to be so coincidental.

Seeing her head resting against his chest, motionless, Qi Yanjue suggested, "Why don't you come back to the hospital with me today and come back tomorrow?"

"No need." Song Yueying leaned against his chest and said weakly, "I just had a headache because I didn't sleep well last night and the environment was too noisy. I'll be fine as long as I get some sleep."

After hearing her words, Qi Yanjue was first stunned, then filled with self-reproach. It was his fault; he had come home late last night and talked to her for so long.

This caused her to go to bed late and be woken up in the early morning. In total, she only slept for less than four hours, no wonder she had a headache.

Qi Yanjue supported her shoulders and helped her lie down. "You can continue sleeping. Get up when you've had enough sleep."

She hummed in agreement and closed her eyes. The sounds outside—the shouts, the voices, the machines—were all mixed together, giving her a headache.

Seeing her furrowed brows, Qi Yanjue knew she was in great pain, so he turned and left. Hearing his footsteps, Song Yueying slipped into the space test vehicle.

It's finally quiet.

Soon, footsteps sounded again, and Song Yueying quickly left the space with a thought.

Qi Yanjue pushed open the door and walked to the bedside, meeting her slightly reddened eyes. He held out his hand to her, revealing a ball of snow-white cotton in his palm.

“…Cotton.” Song Yueying looked at the cotton in his palm, not understanding what he meant.

“Yes, cotton.” Qi Yanjue nodded and said, “If you put this cotton in your ears, it will block out some of the sound.”

Song Yueying paused for a moment, then slowly sat up and took the cotton from Qi Yanjue's hand. She glanced at him before carefully separating the clump of cotton.

Bundle them up, stuff them into both ears.

"How does it feel? Is the volume a bit low?" Qi Yanjue asked impatiently.

"It's a bit small," Song Yueying replied, but inwardly she was complaining that stuffing cotton in her ears to block out noise was really unscientific and wouldn't block out much sound.

However, Qi Yanjue's intentions were good.

"Then you should go back to sleep. I'll go out now." After helping her lie down, Qi Yanjue told her this and left the room.

Song Yueying stared at the roof for a while before slipping into the space experiment vehicle. She removed the cotton from her ear and casually placed it on the experimental table.

She took out the recliner from the corner, unfolded it, and lay down. She didn't fall asleep immediately, but instead looked around the space experiment vehicle. It wasn't big; it was like a miniature one-bedroom apartment.

The living room contains experimental instruments and small machines, as well as a row of storage cabinets.

The room contained firearms and ammunition.

With this space experiment vehicle, she could definitely thrive in this backward era. Unfortunately, she didn't want to live that kind of busy life anymore; she just wanted to be a carefree, laid-back person.

As I thought about it, my vision started to blur.

Song Yueying slept for several hours, waking up in the morning. She left the space experimental vehicle and went to the wardrobe to take out a white shirt and blue cargo pants to change into.

Stepping out of the house, I saw Song's mother sitting at a square table doing needlework, with scissors and cloth on the table.

Seeing her come out, Song's mother quickly put down her needlework and said to her, "Little Shadow, you're awake? Go wash your face and brush your teeth. I'll go to the kitchen and bring your breakfast in."

Song Yueying responded and took the cup containing toothpaste and a toothbrush to go outside to wash up.

Back in the main room, Song's mother took the cup from her hand and said, "You must be starving. I'll put this away for you. Go and have breakfast."

"Okay." Song Yueying walked over and saw that there was not only a cloth on the table, but also a pot with a lid. She lifted the lid and found a bowl of porridge and a meat bun inside.

The meat buns were leftovers from yesterday. They've been sitting overnight; haven't they gone bad yet?

Song Yueying reached out and took out the porridge, then sat down and began to eat.

After setting the cups down, Song's mother returned to the table and noticed that her daughter had only eaten the porridge and hadn't touched the meat buns. She remembered her daughter saying before that food shouldn't be eaten if it had gone bad.

She explained, "I put the leftover meat buns in the well to freeze last night, and then steamed them this morning. The meat buns weren't spoiled, and Xiao Qi and I both ate them."

Hearing her say that, Song Yueying picked up the meat bun and smelled it. It was indeed not spoiled. She took a bite, and the taste had not changed.

After swallowing the bun in her mouth, Song Yueying asked her mother, "Where is he?"

Song's mother was taken aback at first, but quickly realized who her daughter was asking about. She smiled and said, "You're asking about Xiao Qi? He told me you didn't sleep well last night."

“I had a bit of a headache when I woke up this morning, and I told you not to bother me, and to wait for you to wake up on your own before I let you eat breakfast.”

No wonder she was able to sleep so well; it turned out he had told his mother not to disturb her. A sweet feeling welled up in Song Yueying's heart, and she asked, "Where did he go?"

"Xiao Qi went up the mountain. He said he was going to catch a pheasant to nourish you." Song's mother sat down and continued doing her needlework.

He went up the mountain. Is his injury enough to allow it? Thinking of how he climbed over the wall last night, Song Yueying was no longer worried. She glanced at the cloth on the table and the needle and thread in her mother's hand.

While eating her steamed bun, Song Yueying asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'll make you clothes and pants," Song's mother replied.

Song Yueying paused in her chewing, staring at the cloth on the table. It looked completely unfamiliar. "Mom, this doesn't look like the cloth I brought back yesterday!"

Song's mother nodded, "This isn't the fabric you brought back yesterday. The material you brought back yesterday isn't suitable for making outerwear. This is what Xiao Qi gave me this morning."

"Qi Yanjue gave it to you?" Song Yueying was puzzled. When Qi Yanjue climbed over the wall into the yard last night, she didn't see him carrying anything in his hand!

“Yes, it was Xiao Qi who gave it to me. He asked me to make you some clothes.” Song’s mother nodded again. “Besides this fabric, he also gave me a lot of other things.”

Song Yueying remembered that she had asked Zhou Feng to take back the things from the hospital first, but she was sure that there was no cloth among them.

To buy cloth at the supply and marketing cooperative, you needed not only money but also cloth coupons. The cloth coupons she had were only enough to buy the cloth she brought back.

Therefore, Qi Yanjue bought these fabrics later.

After quickly finishing her steamed buns, Song Yueying sipped her porridge while watching her mother cut fabric with scissors. Somewhat curious, she asked, "Mom, how are you planning to make me clothes and pants?"

“I’ll just do what everyone else does!” Song’s mother replied casually.

Making mass-market clothes would be the same as what I'm wearing right now. Song Yueying wasn't particularly particular about what she wore, but she liked loose-fitting clothes.

The white shirt I'm wearing is probably an older one; the chest area... well, it's a little too small.

Looking down at her chest, Song Yueying thought, "What if I made another shirt like this?" Just thinking about it made her feel constricted.

She quickly put the porridge aside, stood up and said to her mother, "Mom, I'll draw two pictures for you. From now on, you can make clothes for me according to the pictures I draw for you."

"You can draw?" Song's mother looked at her with doubt. Song Yueying nodded solemnly, "I can."

"But, will the clothes you make look good based on your drawings?" Song's mother asked with a frown. Her daughter had always been a girl who loved beauty, always keeping herself neat and tidy, and she wouldn't allow her to be sloppy either.

Song Yueying assured her, "As long as you make the clothes according to my drawings, I guarantee they will look beautiful."

"Okay, as long as my daughter likes it, I'll make it for you." Song's mother readily agreed, and the mother and daughter reached an agreement. Song Yueying sat back down contentedly to continue eating her porridge.

"Dr. Song, Dr. Song, are you home?" A woman's anxious voice came from outside the courtyard. "Auntie, Auntie, is your Dr. Song home?"

"Hey! Yes, yes, my little shadow is home." Song's mother called out in response, put down the scissors in her hand and said to Song Yueying, "Daughter, someone is calling you. I'll go open the door and ask what's wrong."

"Okay," Song Yueying replied.

Song's mother returned shortly after going out, followed by a young woman.

Upon seeing Song Yueying, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to her, saying anxiously, "Dr. Song, Dr. Song, it's so good to have you at home."

"Come on, hurry up, come with me to rescue them."

Upon hearing that it was about rescuing someone, Song Yueying put down her chopsticks and stood up. "What happened?"

The woman said, "Something terrible has happened, Dr. Song! Please come to the field with me right away! Someone cut their leg while harvesting rice and is bleeding a lot."

"We originally intended to carry her to your house, but as soon as we moved her, the bleeding from her leg worsened. So everyone stopped moving her and the brigade leader sent me to call you."

"Okay, I understand. Wait a moment, I'll go back inside to get the medicine box." Song Yueying walked into the house.

"Okay, okay, Dr. Song, you are truly a good doctor who saves lives." The woman nodded repeatedly and added a compliment.

Song Yueying went inside to retrieve the original owner's medicine box, and after coming out, she gave her mother a few instructions. She then said to the woman, "Let's go," and led the way out of the main room.

The woman quickly followed behind her, saying, "Dr. Song, let me carry your medicine box for you."

Song Yueying paused, and the woman swiftly snatched the medicine box she was carrying. Once outside the courtyard, she ran ahead of Song Yueying and led the way.

"You are..." Song Yueying looked at the woman's back as she walked, and the more she looked, the more familiar she seemed. She quickly remembered who she was, but was still a little unsure, "Little Wang, the educated youth?"

That's Wang, the educated youth who just gave birth a few days ago and should be in her postpartum confinement period right now.

"Yes, yes, I'm Wang Qianqian." Wang Qianqian kept walking and chattered away, "I'm the one who had a difficult childbirth a few days ago."

"My husband and I met after we were sent to the countryside as educated youth, and then we got married."

“Our families live far away, so we were practically all alone here. Fortunately, neighbors are worse than distant relatives, and they have given us a lot of help.”

"If it weren't for Dr. Song's help during this childbirth, my daughter and I might not be here anymore."

After listening to her, Song Yueying asked, "You only gave birth a few days ago, don't you need to observe postpartum confinement?"

“No need, no need for postpartum confinement,” Wang Qianqian replied happily, then whispered to Song Yueying, “Dr. Song, you might not believe me if I tell you this.”

"But I still want to tell you that I feel perfectly fine right now, and there's nothing wrong with me at all."

Hehehe, Song Yueying chuckled, "Of course you feel better. You took half of my recovery pills, how could you not feel better? You really don't need to do postpartum confinement."

"How is your child?" Song Yueying asked again, because she remembered the child whose appearance was so whimsical.

Wang Qianqian said, "My child is doing very well. Don't be fooled by how tiny she was when she was born, like a little monkey. Now she's grown up and looks much better."

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Song."

"Dr. Song, you are our savior, my daughter and I. My husband and I are very grateful to you."

“No need. Saving lives is a doctor’s duty.” After saying that, Song Yueying casually mentioned, “When your child was born, it was stuck in your belly for a while.”

"So, be careful when you take care of her."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely pay attention, and I will also remind my husband to pay attention. Thank you, thank you for reminding me, Dr. Song." Wang Qianqian thanked him several times in a short while.

She felt that no amount of thanks could express her gratitude to Song Yueying.

"You're welcome." As they spoke, the two arrived at the field.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted Song Yueying and shouted, "Doctor Song is here! Doctor Song is here!"