The two chatted idly. Fu Zhawei was very frugal with words, but Liang Bin didn't feel embarrassed and just talked about some trivial matters in the village.

The tractor rumbled into the town.

The town wasn't big, but it was much busier than Tonghua Village. People were coming and going at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative. Liang Bin parked his tractor on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and said to Fu Zhawei, "I'm going to buy fertilizer. You go by yourself."

"Okay, thank you, Captain Liang." Fu Zhawei jumped off the tractor, said thank you, brushed off the dust on his trouser legs, and without stopping, hurriedly walked in another direction - the town health hospital.

His sister's fever had not completely subsided, so he had to buy medicine as soon as possible.

The town health center was a gray two-story building, and the air was filled with a faint smell of Lysol.

Fu Zhawei walked straight to the pharmacy window next to the registration and payment counter, which usually also sold over-the-counter drugs.

Behind the window sat a young nurse in a white coat and two pigtails, her head bowed, picking at a small blemish on the table with her fingernails, bored. It looked like it was almost time to get off work, and her mind had clearly wandered.

"Comrade, please help me buy some antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs." Fu Zhewei's voice sounded, clear and crisp, and was particularly clear in this slightly dull space.

The young nurse raised her head lazily and glanced over casually.

However, when her eyes fell on Fu Zhewei's face, her whole body seemed to be paused, and the movements of her hands also stopped.

The young man before him wore a threadbare cotton-padded jacket, yet it couldn't conceal his tall stature and remarkable features. His brows were deeply ridged, his nose was high, and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a cold and unruly air that kept no one near him. His eyes, in particular, were as deep as a cold pond, seemingly capable of sucking the very soul within.

This...this person is so handsome!

The young nurse felt her heart skip a beat and her cheeks turned red.

She straightened her back almost subconsciously, her previously slouched posture instantly disappearing. Her voice softened unconsciously, even taking on a hint of enthusiasm she wasn't aware of: "Hey, comrade! You're here! You...you want to buy some medicine, right?"

She stood up hurriedly and asked anxiously, "Who is it for? How old are they? What are the symptoms? Tell me so I can help you find the right medicine. We have several kinds of medicine here, and the prices are different."

Fu Zhewei frowned slightly, a little uncomfortable with her sudden change of attitude, but he was too concerned about his sister to dwell on it. He simply said, "The high fever caused by the cold persists and recurs repeatedly. The patient is a young woman, fifteen years old."

"Oh, the high fever won't go away..." The young nurse nodded quickly, secretly making a mental note of the "young woman" information while rummaging through the medicine cabinet. She enthusiastically suggested, "Then you could try this, aspirin. It's quite effective in reducing fevers, and it's cheap too. It's this white tablet, see it?"

She picked up a small medicine bottle and showed it to Fu Zhewei.

"This medicine is five cents a pill. Take four pills at a time, three times a day." She explained patiently, but her eyes couldn't help but secretly glance at Fu Zhewei's face. "How much do you think you need to buy?"

Fu Zhawei quickly calculated something in his mind.

Three times a day, four pills each time, that's twelve pills. Each pill costs five cents, and the cost of these medicines alone will cost me a fortune in a day.

Dime!

For a countryman of seventeen years old, this is definitely not a small amount of money.

In the production team of Tonghua Village, a strong laborer could only earn ten work points after working tirelessly for a whole day, and ten work points were worth only 15 cents.

One cent meant that an adult laborer had to work in the fields for four full days, facing the loess and with his back to the sky!

It was even more than that, after all, not everyone could earn ten work points a day. This one cent was almost as much work points as an average member's family could save in a week.

Therefore, most people in the village, when they fell ill, would not spend money on medicine unless they were truly unable to bear it. Most people just gritted their teeth and endured. The lucky ones made it through and saved their lives; the unlucky ones didn't make it and died.

In this world, human life is sometimes so worthless.

However, Fu Zhawei didn't even frown.

He silently took something out from the inside pocket of his old cotton-padded jacket, which was washed white and had several patches on it.

It is not a wrinkled Mao Zedong note, but a brand new and crisp "Great Unity" note.

The bright red color is particularly eye-catching against the gray windows of the hospital.

"Buy a week's supply." He handed over the ten-yuan bill, his voice still cold and emotionless.

One week... The young nurse quickly calculated in her mind, 10 cents a day, seven days is four dollars and twenty cents.

Four dollars and two cents!

This is almost half a month's salary for her!

The young nurse paused holding the medicine bottle, raised her head again, and looked at Fu Zhawei carefully.

The young man's clothes were so worn out that the original color was almost unrecognizable, with patches piled on top of patches. The stitching on his cotton shoes was unraveling, revealing the gray-black cotton inside. No matter how you looked at him, he looked poor and destitute.

But when it came to buying medicine, he didn't even blink, and directly took out a "Great Unity" note and bought enough for a week.

It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

However, she was only surprised for a moment, and quickly recovered her professional dexterity. After all, there were all kinds of people who came to the hospital for medical treatment and medicine.

"Okay!" She responded without saying anything more. She turned around and took out the brown glass bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet. She carefully poured out seven days' supply of medicine - a total of eighty-four small white tablets.

She was not wrong in her count. In this day and age, medicines are expensive, and one more or one less pill is a big deal.

Then, she took a clean piece of yellow oil paper, skillfully wrapped the pills into a small square package, and handed it out the window.

"The total is four dollars and twenty cents, and your change is five dollars and eighty cents." She handed the medicine bag and the change out of the window, but her eyes couldn't help but secretly slipped to Fu Zhawei's face.

This person looks more and more handsome the more I look at him, but he is a little too cold, like a piece of ice that can never be warmed up.