After seeing off Uncle Lin, Li Chu sat in a chair. He was a little unaccustomed to suddenly having so much free time today and didn't know what to do next.
He suddenly remembered the TV ticket in his bag. He had originally planned to buy it with his wife at the department store this weekend, but when he thought about the crowds inside, he couldn't help but shudder.
He picked up the phone on the table and called the car team.
His driver, Xiaotian, arrived shortly afterward.
He took out a TV ticket and industrial vouchers from his bag, and then counted out six hundred dollars and handed them over.
"Xiaotian, could you go to the department store and buy me a TV?"
Tian Jun was somewhat dumbfounded as he took the ticket and money: "Vice Dean Li, I've never bought this TV before, what if..."
He had only heard of this stuff, but had never seen it before. His boss suddenly ordered him to buy it, which made him extremely nervous. Holding so much money and tickets in his hand felt like holding a hot potato.
“It’s okay. If you’re worried about not buying the right thing, go to the finance department on the second floor and find my niece, Wang Jiayuan. You’ve met her before. Have her take you to buy it.”
Tian Jun felt much more at ease. As long as someone was willing to help, he readily agreed.
Tian Junxing left in a hurry, and Li Chu was bored again.
He felt like he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't remember it. He sat in the chair, frowning and thinking for a long time before suddenly slapping his forehead.
He remembered that yesterday, he was just signing in, and by the time the "ding-ding" ended, it was time to leave work, so he didn't even see what the reward was.
He rubbed his hands together, slightly excited. This was money he had saved up over more than a decade. He wondered if they would give him something good.
When Li Chu first saw it in the open space in the middle of the warehouse, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
After more than ten years, is this all you've given us?
In the middle of the warehouse, there were scattered piles of money and various kinds of tickets.
What caught his attention most were the few books that were lying around.
Fortunately, they were all skill books.
But as a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, does he really need to learn so many languages?
He has mastered eight languages, including Spanish, French, Italian, Arabic, English, German, Portuguese, and Russian, even excluding Chinese.
He can't possibly become a diplomat, so why would he need to know so many languages?
Moreover, the chances of him ever being able to go abroad in his lifetime are extremely slim.
I won't go into detail about these language skill books, but no matter what, they're still somewhat useful. In the future, if I have the chance to watch original movies, I won't need to read Chinese subtitles.
But what are these three skill books?
Guitar, piano, suona—he really wanted to ask the system, "Are you serious?"
Why is he studying this? To get into the entertainment industry? Or to wait a few more years and play in a band with those rock pioneers?
What a joke! Regardless of whether he wants to or not, even if he did, let alone anyone else, Dean Liu alone could have shot him dead first.
Speaking of that singer, I think her man lived in a tenement, but I don't know exactly where.
Frustrated, I tossed the books aside, leaving me with only one skill book. Well, this was probably the most useful reward I had this time.
Medicinal cuisine, that's right, this was originally taught to him how to make medicinal cuisine.
I suppose this medicinal cuisine should be considered a skill of the chef.
Anyway, he had studied with his master for so many years but had never been taught how to make medicinal cuisine, and he had never heard of any traditional Chinese medicine doctor making medicinal cuisine.
Whatever skill it is, I'll learn it when I go to bed tonight.
Pulling his mind back from the warehouse, he was truly disappointed. Nothing he wanted was there, except for a medicinal cuisine book, which was barely acceptable, although he didn't know what he really wanted.
But looking at those few useless skill books, he was really unwilling.
After more than a decade, all they've given us is this pile of junk.
Feeling so frustrated that he couldn't sit still in the office any longer, he strolled out of the administration building and headed towards the outpatient area.
Upon entering the outpatient hall, I went straight to the office of the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Pharmacy.
Ding Qiunan was hunched over her desk, carefully checking the medicine registration form that the logistics department had just delivered against the pharmacy's inventory registration book.
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Ding Qiunan looked up and wondered who it was that didn't even knock.
She had just looked up when she saw her husband walk in, looking sullen.
He put down what he was holding and stood up: "What happened? Did you get scolded?"
Li Chu rolled his eyes speechlessly. This spendthrift woman, why can't she think of something good?
He pulled up a chair and sat down: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I didn't get criticized. I just haven't figured out something else yet, I'll be fine in a little while."
As he spoke, he picked up the registration form on his desk, glanced at it a few times, and then casually put it down.
Ding Qiunan smiled and poured a glass of water for her husband, placing it on the table.
He didn't sit down, but stood next to her leaning against the desk. Instead of dwelling on why she was upset, he asked, "Why didn't you go out today?"
She knew that her husband was getting busier and busier. He was rarely seen at the hospital during the day, and he was often called away by phone in the middle of the night.
What worries her most is that her husband keeps everything he does a secret, and when he's called away, she has no idea what he's doing.
Like that time in 1976, I was sleeping in the middle of the night when I was called away by a phone call, and then it was as if I disappeared.
Ding Qiunan was almost driven crazy that time, as there was no news for several days.
Moreover, Dean Liu, Uncle Lin, and several department heads from the hospital were all nowhere to be seen.
Fortunately, Uncle Wang sent someone over to say hello and tell her to calm down, which put her at ease.
Who knew that this wait would last for more than half a month? When she returned, it was still evening. The moment she opened the door and saw her husband, tears streamed down her face.
She had never seen Li Chu like this before; he was unshaven, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were so red they looked like they could bleed.
He didn't say a word after entering the room, only forced an awkward smile at her, then went into the bedroom and fell asleep immediately.
He slept soundly until the evening of the next day. If it weren't for the fact that his breathing remained steady, Ding Qiunan would have almost called the doctor.
Sword Comes
There were a few more similar incidents after that, but none of them lasted as long as that one, so she's gotten used to them now.
"Nothing much to do today. I just sent Xiaotian to the department store to buy a TV."
"Didn't you say we'd go by ourselves this weekend?"
"Sigh, the thought of so many people in a department store immediately kills my interest."
Hearing her husband's words, Ding Qiunan smiled. Fortunately, she wasn't someone who liked shopping, otherwise she would have made a scene right now.
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