Zhang Xiumei didn't take it seriously. "It's not a big deal. A teacher reprimanding a student is perfectly reasonable. Why make such a fuss? It's just a barefoot doctor. What's the big deal?"
Secretary Chen was too lazy to argue with her. It was pointless to say more now. He should first find a way to send his son to a hospital to see if he could find a better orthopedic surgeon. If he really became lame, not only would his future be ruined, but he wouldn't even be able to marry into the family.
Song Yun didn't know about the family's whispers. After meeting the Chen family, she was in a bad mood. As there was nothing to do, she simply put away the medical records and medicine box, locked the door of the clinic, and strolled to the field where Yang Lifen worked.
Ever since Yang Lifen started working, she had never seen her work, and she didn't know if she had really adapted to it.
The fields are now planted with corn, which has reached the late stage of maturity and can be harvested soon. The work in the fields now is weeding, catching insects and driving away birds, all of which need to be done by people, unlike in later generations where mechanization is used.
Yang Lifen was assigned to the sparrow-chasing group, working with several other aunts from the village. They held long poles with rags tied to the ends to chase away the birds that wanted to peck at the corn.
"Lifen!" Song Yun found Yang Lifen and shouted at her from afar.
Yang Lifen was very happy to see Song Yun and trotted over. "Why are you here? What's up?"
"No, I just came out for a walk and came to see you." He took out the kettle and said, "Want some water?"
Yang Lifen took the kettle and took a sip. "Isn't there any medicine in the clinic?"
"No one's around right now. How are you? Are you tired?"
Yang Lifen smiled brightly, "I'm not tired. I'm just chasing birds today. It's quite interesting."
Seeing that she had adapted well, Song Yun was happy for her. "By the way, there was a letter and a package for you today. Your mother must have sent the review materials. Let's go to Tiancheng Town to pick up the package and buy some seasonings. We don't have much left at home."
She also wanted to buy some wool and knit a sweater for her parents and Ziyi.
"Lifen, I remember you can knit sweaters. Can you teach me? I want to knit sweaters for my parents and Ziyi. It's quite cold here in the winter, and a close-fitting sweater will make us much more comfortable."
Yang Lifen's eyes lit up, "Okay, then we'll knit together. I'll knit one for my parents and my brother too."
The two chatted for a while, and Song Yun was afraid of delaying her work, so she strolled away again.
When I got to the clinic, I saw an anxious-looking woman standing at the door from a distance. A boy of about seven or eight years old was sitting on the threshold of the door. The boy lowered his head and covered his stomach with his hands, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
Song Yun took a few quick steps and saw that it was the eldest daughter-in-law of Li Sigui's family at the head of the village. She had spoken to her before and she was quite kind. "Sister-in-law Fengying, what's wrong?"
When Zhou Fengying saw Song Yun coming, she hurried over to greet her, "Song Zhiqing, please come and check on my son Tiedan. His teacher just sent him home. He said he kept complaining of stomachaches at school, and his face was all red from the pain."
Song Yun immediately opened the door and took Tiedan's hand to help him stand up.
Tiedan shook his head, tears streaming down his face from the pain. "It hurts, and it hurts even more when I stand up."
Song Yun simply picked up the person and put him on the wooden bed in the inner clinic. After examination, it was basically confirmed that he had acute gastroenteritis.
She had the right pills in her medicine box, so she took one and asked Zhou Fengying to dissolve it in warm water and feed it to her.
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