The sky was dark and gloomy, with no sunlight in sight. All I could hear was a whistling sound. Outside the hospital, a storm blew up, knocking down trees and hitting houses or passers-by who refused to return home early.

In the first few days, when the injured patients who were sent to the hospital were questioned, they found out that they were injured because they ignored the notices from the factories, offices and loudspeakers and insisted on going out to finish their work before returning home, thinking that they were lucky and nothing would happen.

This makes life difficult for medical staff.

The most seriously ill patient Qiao Yu had ever seen was a man whose thigh was pierced by a steel pipe and he was bleeding profusely. From her perspective, it seemed that the steel pipe had penetrated the leg bone.

This man is——

military uniform.

After a moment of trance, Qiao Yu started to treat the patient and prescribe medicine. The severity of the soldier's illness was beyond the ability of an intern like her to operate on him.

She focused on what she had at hand. When there were not enough nurses, she had to act as both a doctor and a nurse to treat the patients' injuries.

Sweat dripped into her eyes and she felt a little uncomfortable, but she tried to hold it together and wiped the sweat stain from her forehead with external force.

She tilted her head and saw that it was one of the people who sent the soldier with a pierced leg bone.

She murmured a thank you and went back to her work.

Minor surgeries also require a sterile environment, but now all operating rooms are occupied by seriously injured patients, and there are not many operating rooms. Many interns and inexperienced doctors are performing minor surgeries in the lobby.

Seeing that there were not enough people to handle the task, Qiao Yu quickly finished the work and moved on to the next one.

The hospital director was old and could no longer operate. Most of the patients came to the hospital for treatment. When he saw a young girl in the lobby whose movements were as fast as those of the experienced doctors, he couldn't help but shout to the people behind him, "Let's go and take a look."

What are you looking at?

Of course, it depends on the condition of the wound after Qiao Yu treated it.

The bandaging technique was very skillful and the appearance was acceptable. The dean opened the bandage and found that the wound was sutured perfectly.

While bandaging the wound, the director asked the people behind him, "When did this person come to our hospital?"

The man recalled and said, "Dean, she is the intern who graduated early and worked in the observation department for a year, Doctor Qiao Yuqiao."

"Oh? You've never been on an operating table?"

"No, we only practiced it at school."

"This was their first time facing such a situation, but they were able to remain calm. Not only was their technique more sophisticated than that of experienced doctors, but their speed was also faster. It seems that our hospital has found a treasure."

"After the internship, the Haidao Military District Hospital wants someone."

Instantly, the dean's face fell, "They want it, they want it all day long. All the good ones have joined their army! What should ordinary people do! Let's go back to the office!"

"Director..."

When Qiao Yu heard a shout, he was dazed for a moment, looked up, but didn't see anyone familiar, then lowered his head again, and everything went dark.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and heard someone whisper in her ear, "Doctor Qiao? Are you okay?"

It was the voice of Nurse Sun Minghua.

Qiao Yu didn't even raise his head and responded weakly, "Yeah."

"How about, after you take care of this patient, you go and rest for a while? You've only slept for three hours in two consecutive nights."

"...Okay." She was indeed very tired.

It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, but I can’t sleep. After all, Lao Zhou is among the soldiers who are rescuing the disaster.

She had no news about Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhou had no news about her.

She wasn't having any crazy thoughts.

She just felt that instead of lying there unable to sleep, it would be better to get up and save lives.

So in the hall, she was like a desperate woman.

...It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding.

Now that she was physically tired, she could finally sleep.

Sun Minghua: "Go to sleep, Doctor Qiao. I'll call you later."

"Um."

Qiao Yu didn't dream after falling asleep, but he only slept for three hours. He woke up with a splitting headache. He took some medicine for himself and drank it with hot water, and the pain was relieved.

The young nurse who came to the pharmacy was stunned when she saw her.

Seeing the red marks on her mouth from the mask, the nurse's eyes moistened and she asked, "Doctor Qiao? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to help you lie down?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable. I just woke up and I feel much better. I just have a headache. I took some medicine myself."

Seeing Qiao Yu walking towards the hall, the nurse called out from behind, "Doctor Qiao... Hey, Doctor Qiao..."

The typhoon lasted for five days. The first three days were the busiest. On the fourth day, fewer patients were transported. It continued until the sixth day, when we started transporting patients pulled from the sea.

Some have undergone emergency measures and need to continue to be observed, and some have lung infections...

Qiao Yu was busy for a month, and finally, he collapsed.

The pain I expected didn't come. Instead, a hard and slightly cold chest caught me?

A flash of colorful white light passed before her eyes, and the tense and thinner jawline jumped into her field of vision. She wanted to raise her hand to touch the real feeling, but was struck by sudden weakness and fatigue, and fainted completely.

When I woke up, I saw the worried face of Zhou's mother.

Zhou's mother muttered, "Look at you two, one is fighting the flood and the other is helping the dying and the wounded. You both risked your own lives without thinking about what will happen to the old and the young at home. No wonder you are married, you have the same character!"

Now it’s good, everyone lies down quietly.”

Um?

What do you mean by lying down quietly?

Only then did Qiao Yu realize from the smell of disinfectant in his nose and the surrounding environment that he was not in his own yard.

Turning around, I saw Lao Zhou also lying there.

Um.

Old Zhou is even more vicious than her.

Qiao Yu stared at him and asked Zhou's mother, "What's wrong with him?"

"What's wrong? The doctor said that your body is overloaded and you feel dizzy. You need to sleep and replenish your body. So Zhou Wen slaughtered the old hen at home. I'm waiting for you to wake up and have hot chicken soup to drink."

Qiao Yu imagined the scene and said, "Isn't he usually very gentle? How dare he kill a chicken?"

"The family was in a mess, everyone was busy, and he killed them without even discussing it."

"Huh? Why? Afraid you'd be angry?"

Zhou's mother also laughed in anger, "That kid thinks I'm the old lady who is reluctant to use her hands and feet. You should take care of yourself and go back to scold him."

"Oh, I'll help you scold him when I get back. He's so ignorant. How could he hint at you to dig it up!" Qiao Yu pretended to be angry.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still weak, Zhou's mother would have slapped her.

"I've never seen a daughter-in-law make fun of her mother-in-law." Zhou's mother snorted.

Qiao Yu chuckled, "Then I have never seen a mother-in-law who is so stingy with herself but generous with her daughter-in-law."

These words were full of affection and wisdom, which made Zhou's mother smile immediately, and she even asked her to eat more meat and drink more soup.

Qiao Yu: "What about Lao Zhou?"

"He eats a lot, so he just needs to eat more rice."

Qiao Yu gave a thumbs up, it had to be her mother-in-law.

It’s not that Zhou’s mother doesn’t know how to love her son…

But look at whose son, he grew up so big, and treated me coldly. After getting married, he became a different person. In the past, he only knew to send money home, and he didn't want to say much in the letter. He just mentioned the amount of money and wished me well, and that was it?

The letters my daughter-in-law wrote back were several pages long. I also gave her malted milk to drink and let her taste the milk powder. There was always meat at home, but I also bought her vanishing cream? !

Anyway, she is closer to the second son's wife, and all her sons are fake.