Chapter 892 It’s Okay, I Have
Outside the space, the couple went out together.
Bi Qiaoan was dressed very thickly, wrapped up like a bear. But Shen Yanming was not dressed as heavily as usual because he had to go to the scene.
A biting cold wind blew, and they both shivered.
Shen Yanming felt cold all over, and after only walking for ten minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Wife, are you okay? Do you want to go back?" Shen Yanming asked the woman next to him.
Bi Qiaoan was also cold, but she didn't want to let her old Shen struggle alone, so she shook her head: "I can still hold on."
Shen Yanming sighed, stopped and hugged Bi Qiaoan: "If you can't hold on, go back, no one will blame you."
"Yeah, I know. You too, don't push it."
Shen Yanming smiled, thinking that he really couldn't back down this time.
He is cold, but aren’t others cold too?
If his wife goes back home, he can say that she is not in good health and has children to take care of. But he knows the seriousness of the situation and hides back home. What kind of thing is that? Right?
But he didn't want to make his wife worry, so he said vaguely: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."
The two walked on the road for more than half an hour before they reached the fork in the road.
Shen Yanming sent Bi Qiaoan to the hospital without hesitation, and planned to leave after settling his wife down.
The hospital was crowded with people.
There was an office vacated at the door, with two guards inside, one boiling ginger soup and the other boiling porridge. Outside the door was a long queue waiting for porridge and ginger soup, while the two guards inside were sweating profusely, but they were too busy to handle it.
Shen Yanming didn't want his wife to come into contact with those patients, so he knocked on the door of the office.
Under the surprised gazes of the two guards, he revealed his identity.
"My wife heard that something happened at the base, so she came to help. She is also a security guard and is affiliated with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department. It is inconvenient for her to go to the scene of the accident, so I sent her here. Do you need help?"
The two guards' eyes lit up and they nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, we are too busy!"
Bi Qiaoan smiled and said, "Do you need to verify your identity?" She turned on her smart bracelet, ready to let the other party take a look at her identity information.
In the end, the two shook their heads: "No, no, we have seen you. You and your husband have twin babies, right?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect you actually knew us, it's really fate!" Bi Qiaoan complimented with a smile.
"Hehe, you two are the celebrities of our guard team." One of them said with a smile.
Bi Qiaoan didn't ask them why they were so angry. Anyway, the rumors about the base had never stopped since the beginning. She and Shen Yanming were used to it.
She raised her hand to take the spoon from Chang Jiarong who was boiling ginger soup, and waved to Chen Yanming with a smile: "I'll stay here, you go and get busy."
Shen Yanming nodded: "Take care of yourself and rest when you are tired. Don't go back by yourself after you are done, stay at Heping's place, and I will come to pick you up when I am done."
"Okay, you too!"
After Shen Yanming left, Bi Qiaoan took a spoon and stirred the soup.
The spicy smell of ginger slices reached her nostrils through the steam. After Bi Qiaoan scooped a spoonful for the skinny old man in front of her, she saw two people squeezing in from outside and handed the bowl to one of them, Chang Jiarong.
"Do you want more ginger soup?" asked Chang Jiarong after receiving the bowl.
"No, my body is already warm, thank you!" the other party said.
Chang Jiarong nodded and put the bowl in the big basin in the corner of the office to wash it.
Then he put it next to Bi Qiaoan: "Time is tight and the task is heavy, so this is the only way to make do."
"Yeah, I know." Bi Qiaoan poured a bowl of ginger soup for the next person.
On Chang Jiarong's side, seven or eight people have already taken their turn, but on her side, there are only two.
Suddenly I felt that I had gotten a great deal, and said awkwardly: "How about we switch?"
The two guards waved their hands and said with a smile, "No, no, you are a girl, you deserve some preferential treatment. There are just two of us here, we can handle it."
Bi Qiaoan thought about it and didn't insist. When the pot next to him was empty, the people outside the door looked at him disappointedly and left.
The two guards poured water again, added rice, stirred with a spoon, and cooked the porridge.
Bi Qiaoan still had a pot base, but she also added water. She couldn't wait for someone to come and she happened to run out of water to cook now.
Bi Qiaoan saw two guards sitting on the ground wiping their sweat, so he asked them, "When did you come here?"
Wu Shizhu said: "I arrived at 3 pm. I have been busy till now."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No, there are so many patients waiting outside, and our comrades who travel back and forth between Area D and the hospital are all hungry. How can we have the nerve to eat? Are you hungry? If you are, wait until the porridge is ready. I'll serve you a bowl first."
Bi Qiaoan smiled and shook his head: "Fortunately, I ate something at home before going out."
Then he took out a few roasted sweet potatoes from his bag and shared some between the two of them: "Try it. You can't stay hungry all the time. You still have to work."
Wu Shizhu and Chang Jiarong didn’t know why, but the food that usually made them vomit now smelled super delicious.
Could it be that he is starving?
They looked at each other, smiled and thanked each other, and took it. They thought that since the other party could afford it, it meant that there was enough food at home.
The three of them shared the sweet potatoes and felt much warmer.
Bi Qiaoan stood up and threw a handful of ginger slices into the pot. He moved so quickly that neither Wu Shizhu nor Chang Jiarong could stop him.
"Honey, you put too much ginger in there. We don't have much ginger slices, and they will be gone after we finish cooking!"
"It's okay, I have it!" Bi Qiaoan said with a smile, picked up his backpack from the chair and took out a plastic jar from it.
There was a jar full of ginger slices in it.
"After knowing that the temperature of the planet was dropping, we planted a lot of ginger in the fields. After the harvest, we sliced it and dried it," she explained.
Wu Shizhu and Chang Jiarong were both excited. They said happily, "That's great. This way we can share some of the water for the guards."
Bi Qiaoan paused and asked, "They don't have anything to drink?"
Chang Jiarong's smile froze, and he felt that he had said something wrong. He stammered, "Well, everyone was afraid that District D would not survive, so we unanimously decided to leave the supplies to them."
Bi Qiaoan frowned and thought, isn't it just some ginger slices? Could it be that the guard team is missing?
What she didn't know was that this thing was not to be eaten or drunk, and was usually just used to add flavor, so no one really took it seriously. There were slices of ginger, but not much.
"It's okay. I have a lot at home, enough for everyone." Bi Qiaoan thought, the smells in the space were relatively strong, and just a little bit of it would be enough to have an effect, so he could still afford it.
Chang Jiarong nodded, bent down to find a piece of paper in the cabinet, lowered his head and wrote something, then went out to stick it on the wall.
"What about the porridge? Is there enough for the guards?" Bi Qiaoan asked.
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