Qi Mo Nan looked at Song Yun. Her black hair was scattered on her back, with a few strands falling on her chest. Under the dim kerosene lamp, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and it was hard to see clearly, but she was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.
"No." He quickly retracted his gaze, afraid that he would lose his composure.
"It's already daybreak today. There are still four days left, oh no, three more. Time flies." She was really reluctant to leave. With Qi Mo Nan around, she didn't have to worry about the dirty work at home. Zi Yi also liked Qi Mo Nan very much. The two of them always had endless things to talk about when they were together. Of course, Zi Yi asked most of the questions.
Qi Mo Nan didn't dare to think about what Song Yun meant, fearing that he was overthinking things. He quickly put out the fire, picked up a large basin of pear residue and asked, "What should we do with these?"
Song Yun looked distressed. "We don't have any chickens at home, and this stuff doesn't taste good. Let's use it in the compost."
Qi Mo'nan nodded and went out with a large basin of pear residue. He had dug a pit for composting not far from the backyard door and at the foot of the mountain, and put a cover on it so he wouldn't have to worry about children falling into it while playing.
The next morning, Song Yun and Ziyi woke up to the sound of the alarm clock again. The brother and sister came out of the woodshed and found another dead tree in the yard. Perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing their sleep, Qi Mo Nan did not rush to chop wood. He threw the axe aside and no one knew where it was.
"Sister, Brother Mo Nan is really strong. Can I be like him when I grow up?"
"Of course, as long as you continue to practice the kung fu that your sister taught you, when you grow up, you will be stronger than your brother Mo Nan."
Song Ziyi jumped up with joy. He was really looking forward to that day.
After washing up, Song Yun went to the kitchen. The porridge was already cooked in the pot, and the steamed buns were still hot on the steamer. A note was pressed on the stove. "I have to go out for something. Eat breakfast while it's hot."
Qi Mo Nan's handwriting is just like him, with a heroic and unrestrained air in the center.
“What beautiful handwriting!”
After breakfast, Song Yun took Ziyi to the brigade headquarters, starting her full-time life as a barefoot doctor.
Captain Liu had been waiting at the brigade headquarters for a long time, and many villagers gathered around Captain Liu, chattering and asking about the situation.
"Is Song Zhiqing really a healer? Isn't she just trying to avoid hard labor and lying? How old is she? It's too late for her to learn from the womb, right?"
"Didn't she graduate from high school? She didn't even go to medical school or anything like that. How did she suddenly become able to heal illnesses? Is she even capable of it?"
This questioning voice is the majority.
Captain Liu was not annoyed. It was normal to have such doubts. He had doubts at the beginning, but his wife went to see Mr. Fei with the prescription. He learned from his wife that Song Yun's medical skills were so good that even Mr. Fei was inferior to her. In addition, she gave Fangfang a massage, knocked out chicken bones from Dabao with a light tap, stopped bleeding for Liu the carpenter's wife, and easily passed the medical qualification exam. These things made him no longer have any doubts.
However, the villagers did not know these things, so it was normal for them to have doubts. Once they saw Song Yun's medical skills, these doubts would naturally be dispelled without further explanation.
"I have said everything I need to say. Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you are willing to spend money and effort to go to the town health center for treatment, I won't stop you." Captain Liu said this lightly, walked forward a few steps, and waved to Song Yun who was walking quickly towards him.
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