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Zheng Nanle reviewed the human trafficking case from beginning to end at the train station, then returned to Anping County and began searching for the people involved.
Zhang the butcher's family died, leaving behind only two children who found their biological parents. Zhang's cousin's family also died on their way to the farm. Xie Jianhua has been sent to the frontier farm, and it will take five or six days to get there.
Go find his superior, the leader in the military region. This leader went to the farm with Xie Jianhua, and the charge was that he framed his teammate's leader.
Her former colleagues from the military region who had worked with her on the mission were scattered all over the country, some transferred, some retired, and some transferred to civilian jobs, making it difficult to gather them all together.
As for that old man, nobody knows where he went.
Zheng Nanle couldn't sense the spiritual imprint on him, probably because the distance was too great for him to detect.
For a moment, Zheng Nanle felt a sense of desolation, as if he had nowhere to express his sorrow.
Anping County was indeed a breakthrough point, but it has now become a wasteland.
As for Huachang, he knew nothing and was still working in the public security office, only he had been moved from the front line to logistics, and he looked ten years older.
Back in Liushan Village, the village chief, with his graying hair, silently worked in the fields, and Xie Ronghua no longer idled away his time, but honestly went to the fields to earn work points.
The news of the college entrance examination finally arrived, and the educated youth in the settlement were no longer gloomy and dim, their eyes filled with light for the future.
After the educated youth went to work, Zheng Nanle climbed into Zhang Yu's room, took out the "Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry Series" that he had bought at the scrap yard, and put it on Zhang Yu's bed.
Zhang Yu would know what to do if he saw the extra sets of books.
This was all she could do for these educated youth.
Hopefully, without textbooks holding them back, their future will be bright.
After that, Zheng Nanle left Liushan Village and went to Sichuan.
That old man said he wanted to shift his focus to Sichuan; I hope he wasn't lying.
The old man wasn't lying; Zheng Nanle felt his own spiritual imprint in Shu.
In the warm spring of March, flowers bloom.
The capital city seemed to have entered a beautiful painting, with young girls dressed in brightly colored long dresses and clothes, drifting through the streets and alleys, their smiles like blooming flowers.
Still so beautiful.
Zheng Nanle stood outside the military compound, gazing at the familiar, heavily guarded gate, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.
She glanced at it for a moment, then went to the school to wait for Lu Guangbai.
Last December, Lu Guangbai successfully passed the college entrance examination and was admitted to the best medical school in the capital. He absorbed in his studies like a sponge.
Although he inherited his family's medical tradition and possessed considerable medical skills, he could still learn a great deal from the medical theories, medication habits, and approaches of other schools of Chinese medicine.
The same applies to any skill. The higher you go, the more you need to be open-minded, integrate different knowledge, and engage in intellectual exchanges with other schools of thought. Staying in your own comfort zone will eventually lead to rigid thinking.
It wasn't just Lu Guangbai; students of this era were all like that. Unlike later generations of college students, who would play games in their dormitories, go out shopping and eat snacks, or skip classes from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., you wouldn't see that in this era.
What you can see is that as soon as it gets light, these students quietly get up and begin to memorize knowledge, or at night they hide under the covers with a flashlight to read books.
They learned everything with great eagerness and high spirits, immersing themselves in the vast ocean of knowledge with boundless energy and enthusiasm.
Walking on the road, they talked about topics from class, exchanged their doubts with classmates, debated their own arguments and opinions, and discussed ways to solve problems. There was hardly any idle chatter.
Listening to the conversations of wave after wave of people, feeling their high spirits and enthusiasm, Zheng Nanle, who only wanted to retire and give up, felt a little ashamed.
Compared to them, I feel like I'm really old.
An old mindset.
I don't want to struggle, I don't want to work hard, I just want to sleep until I naturally wake up, eat well, drink well, and have fun, without experiencing any hardship in life or study.
Her current efforts are for a better future of "playing it safe".
My feelings are complicated.
When she followed her spiritual power to find Lu Guangbai, he was sitting at a small table by the roadside. The warm sunlight shone through the branches and leaves of the hibiscus, making his eyebrows look particularly dark and his nose appear particularly high and straight. His fair profile was as white as snow and had a translucent quality like jade.
As beautiful as a painting.
Even his ordinary white coat, reflected in his face, appeared noble and fitting, as if specially tailored, complementing his slightly pursed, tight lips, conveying an air of asceticism and holiness.
Zheng Nanle whistled in her heart. No wonder he was still just a skeleton; she judged him to be a man who wasn't ugly.
Sure enough, once she had a well-proportioned figure and a healthy complexion, she became a beautiful woman.
Beside him sat men and women in white coats, while behind the table, many young men and women lined up, waiting to see a doctor.
Lu Guangbai wrote a prescription on a piece of paper and handed it to the patient at the table. His fingers were clearly knuckled, and when he gripped the pen tightly, the veins were prominent and his knuckles were bony.
One person left, and another sat down on the stool, placing their hand on the pulse diagnosis device.
Lu Guangbai stretched out his fair hand and gently placed it on the patient's pulse. His hand was so white, as smooth and flawless as a snow goddess, that it made the hand on the pulse diagnosis look particularly yellow and black.
Black and white divide the light and shadow, like a natural painting.
Zheng Nanle clicked her tongue, feeling slightly displeased. Although she knew this was a normal medical procedure, it didn't stop her from being annoyed.
Why haven't the traditional methods of pulse diagnosis using a suspended thread or a handkerchief been passed down?
After Lu Guangbai finished his diagnosis, the man and woman next to him took his pulse and gave their results, as well as their prescriptions.
After Lu Guangbai and the other man finished their explanations, he began to discuss his pulse diagnosis results, critiqued the shortcomings of their prescriptions and the correctness of their reasoning, and then showed his prescription to the two men before handing it to the patient.
Zheng Nanle's eyes widened slightly.
They weren't accumulating experience through free clinics, but rather teaching religious people.
Is the medical school really so unconventional, directly promoting freshmen to become teachers?
The lesson lasted until 6 p.m. At noon, the boy hurriedly got his lunch, and the three of them ate quickly before continuing.
When it got dark, the three told the students in line to come back at eight o'clock the next day, and began to tidy up the tables and chairs.
The couple returned the tables and chairs, and Lu Guangbai carried his bag towards the dormitory.
Zheng Nanle watched silently all day before finally walking over.
However, he did not appear. After Lu Guangbai walked past the teaching building, Zheng Nanle suddenly reached out from the side of the teaching building, pulled him over, and pushed him against the wall.
If this were a school from her time, Zheng Nanle would have already kissed her, but given the strong academic atmosphere of this school, she felt it was best to let it remain pure.
She only grabbed Lu Guangbai's wrist, pressed her body against him, and didn't move.
"Who?" Lu Guangbai was about to resist when he sensed a familiar aura and lost his strength.
He leaned against the wall, looking at Zheng Nanle, who had lost a lot of weight, his eyes slightly red. "Nanle."
"Mmm." Zheng Nanle rubbed his face and smiled, "You've become even more handsome. Did you miss me?"
Lu Guangbai pursed his lips and whispered, "Yes, I really want to."
He struggled to free his hand, and Zheng Nanle took the opportunity to pull her hand away from his wrist. Lu Guangbai hugged Zheng Nanle tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body and never separate them.
After a quiet embrace, Lu Guangbai asked, "How long can you stay this time?"
"I'm taking the train tomorrow morning, just for a quick look before I leave."
What Zheng Nanle actually wanted to say was, "I'll just sleep with you and then I'll leave."
But that wasn't a very healthy thing to say, and it made him seem too eager, as if he only liked Dr. Lu's body and not Dr. Lu himself. So Zheng Nanle changed his words.
“Okay,” Lu Guangbai said. “Let’s go home, I’ll cook you a big meal.”
Lu Guangbai had a bicycle at school. He pushed it out from the bike shed and took Zheng Nanle back to the courtyard house.
After returning to the courtyard house, he bought chicken and vegetables from a nearby family and made a braised chicken.
Due to time constraints, I only made braised chicken, but I modified it by adding various vegetables and chili peppers, so it could also be called a mixed stew chicken.
Lu Guangbai placed two chicken legs on Zheng Nanle's plate, lowered his eyes and said, "Even when you're out, you should eat well."
Although I know this is nonsense, if I really had the means, why would I deliberately treat myself poorly?
But when he saw her face, which he had painstakingly healed, become thin and pale again, he could hardly suppress his heartache.
Zheng Nanle joked, "I can't get used to the food if it's not your cooking."
“Other dishes are hard to carry, but you can bring some chili sauce and pickled vegetables with you, right?” Lu Guangbai looked up at Zheng Nanle.
Lu Guangbai felt that he spoke casually, but his eyes were slightly red and he could not hide the pleading in them.
He didn't utter any pleading words, but his eyes conveyed his deep concern and worry.
Zheng Nanle was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, when I'm away from home, what I miss most is your cooking."
"Okay." Lu Guangbai became happy again.
He can even bring the pickles he made, so it seems the most dangerous thing is over and things won't be so dangerous anymore.
He kept putting chicken on Zheng Nanle's plate, wishing she could make up for the loss in one night. Zheng Nanle didn't refuse; she ate whatever Lu Guangbai put on her plate.
If such a trivial matter can make Lu Guangbai happy, why spoil the mood?
Lu Guangbai only realized that Zheng Nanle had eaten a lot after Zheng Nanle had almost finished the roast chicken. He touched Zheng Nanle's stomach and didn't feel full. Just to be on the safe side, he gave Zheng Nanle a hawthorn candy to aid digestion.
After that, Lu Guangbai started preparing chili sauce and pickled vegetables for Zheng Nanle, as if he wanted to give Zheng Nanle this and that. Before long, several bottles and jars were placed in front of him.
Lu Guangbai knew this was unrealistic. So many bottles and jars would break if bumped or knocked, and they were also quite heavy. Taking them away would not improve Zheng Nanle's meals, but would only hinder her.
Lu Guangbai was still hesitating about giving up those things when Zheng Nanle walked over, slipped her hand under his clothes, and touched Lu Guangbai's waist. "The night is long and the night is short. Do you really want to waste time on these external things?"
Stimulated by the icy fingertips, Lu Guangbai's thoughts immediately wandered.
He was young, and after having tasted the forbidden fruit, he had been forced to abstain for a long time. He couldn't resist the slightest teasing. He turned around, hugged his beloved, and headed to the room.
He'll come over again tomorrow morning to clean up.
The spring night is not a good night; the day is late and the sun is high in the sky.
When Lu Guangbai opened his eyes from the warm blankets, his body was still lingering in the soft comfort of the previous night, before his reason could even register it. He was dazed for a moment before suddenly remembering that he needed to tidy up the pickled vegetables. Just as he was about to get up, he realized that the room was brightly lit and there was no one beside him.
I reached out and touched the spot where someone had been sleeping; it was ice-cold, clearly indicating that the person was long gone.
Lu Guangbai felt lost for a moment, then got up and changed his clothes before going to the kitchen.
There was only one bottle missing in the kitchen. Upon inspection, it was found that only a small amount of each item had been taken, except for the chili sauce. Lu Guangbai was too lazy to clean up, so he simply stuffed the jar into the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator, he noticed that a significant number of frozen dumplings had been removed.
Lu Guangbai saw this and smiled again, feeling that his weekly trips back to make dumplings and pickles were not in vain.
See, it's come in handy now?
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