Fan Xiaofan took Fu Weidong to the hospital.
The doctor who examined his wound was quite old, and he carried a faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine.
After examining it carefully, he said solemnly, "It's alright, you came just in time. I'll prescribe some medicine, and it won't leave a scar."
An injury on the face is different from an injury elsewhere; if you're not careful, it can last a lifetime.
As he wrote the prescription, he held his trembling hands and his pale face, trying his best to endure the pain.
Fan Xiaofan inevitably noticed it.
People who do scientific research are inevitably more meticulous.
The old doctor prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine, then handed the medicine to Fan Xiaofan and said, "Just crush it and apply it to the wound."
Then he said no more and sat lazily in the chair like a frail old cat.
He was the only patient in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, a stark contrast to the overcrowded Western medicine section next door.
He closed his eyes and clutched his stomach to relieve the discomfort. He thought Fan Xiaofan had already left with Fu Weidong, but she was still there. The girl was ostensibly taking out compressed biscuits from her pocket, but in reality, she was carrying a personal Taobao warehouse.
She tore open the bag and placed the items in the old Chinese medicine doctor's hands. The old doctor's nose was more sensitive than anything else, and upon smelling the aroma of the food, his stomach began to rumble uncontrollably.
"this?"
The old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Fan Xiaofan with some confusion.
Nowadays, Western medicine is prevalent, and he, an old man, is not valued in the hospital and does not receive many benefits. However, at least he receives a salary and can make a living with his ration coupons. But who knew that, even with his ration coupons, he could not get any food at the supply and marketing cooperative.
There are grain quotas in the grain register, but the supply and marketing cooperatives don't supply grain. What can be done?
The hospital does provide lunch every day, and he also has a grandson who is about the same age as Fu Weidong. They save food from their own mouths, and the two of them manage to get by like this.
Fan Xiaofan didn't do much; after stuffing the things into his hands, she was about to lead Fu Weidong away.
The old Chinese medicine doctor stood up from his chair, bowed deeply to Fan Xiaofan, and glanced warily at the door. With the traditional Chinese medicine industry in decline, there was no one at his door. He lowered his voice and said, "Thank you, but I can't take these things for free. How much money do you need? I'll exchange them for you."
Since buying and selling is now prohibited, the old Chinese medicine doctor wisely used the word "exchange".
He can't bear to part with it, even if you tell him not to. He can tolerate it himself, but what about his little grandson at home?
Fan Xiaofan smiled gently and said, "You don't remember me? Well, we have some kind of connection. I received a meal from you a few days ago, so this is my way of repaying you."
The old Chinese medicine doctor couldn't remember.
Fan Xiaofan was talking about when she had just transmigrated and was completely clueless, encountering setbacks everywhere. She was squatting in a corner, feeling bewildered and questioning her life, when the old Chinese medicine doctor passed by with his thin, small grandson, leaving behind half a steamed bun.
At that time, she hadn't figured out what was going on, and she hadn't recovered from how she had ended up as a beggar, when the cornbread in her arms was snatched away by others.
Before her weak legs could run two steps, the thief had already vanished.
The old Chinese medicine doctor carefully examined Fan Xiaofan, trying to find commonalities between her features and those of the dirty little beggar.
"He really is alone."
He said, somewhat incredulously.
"So, just accept the things. They look small, but they'll fill you up. My stomach's been growling and I'm really uncomfortable."
Fan Xiaofan was about to leave with Fu Weidong in her hand when the old Chinese medicine doctor couldn't help but say, "Wait, young lady, I have something to ask of you... I don't know if you..."
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