There were countless eyes watching him in that compound, both openly and secretly, and his usual range of movement was limited. There were places he simply couldn't go without someone to guide him.
He thought of countless solutions, but he rejected them all one by one.
It was late at night, but he wasn't sleepy at all. He sensed that the child seemed to be waking up.
Li Chu pulled his arm away from under his wife's head, picked up the two children, emptied their bladders, then went to the living room to prepare the formula, cooled it in cold water, and fed it to the two children. Now the two children could sleep through the night.
I checked the time; it was already 3 a.m. I probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
It wasn't until dawn that Li Chu finally came up with some immature ideas; he would have to wait until he went back to his shift to see for himself.
Thursday, June 20th
Li Chu arrived at his post early. He wandered around the main courtyard, looking for any suitable spot, but couldn't find a good place. So he had no choice but to return to his post.
I'm going to wait until lunchtime to see if his plan from last night will work.
Li Chu's plan was actually quite simple: to place the information directly on the route that the big shots would inevitably take when they ate at the small canteen.
Although the large and small canteens where they ate were not in the same place, they were in the same area, and there was a stretch of road that everyone had to walk along.
Based on his previous observations, although not every one of the bigwigs who stayed at home would go to the small canteen for lunch, at least one or two of them would eat there every day, probably as if they were on duty.
"Sigh," Li Chu sighed as he sat in the health care team's duty room. He felt that he was having a really tough time. It was supposed to be a good thing, a really good thing, but now it was being treated like something bad.
Sitting opposite him, another doctor from the health care team, Dr. Fang, heard Li Chu sigh, looked up at him, and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Li? Why are you sighing?"
"Uh, it's nothing, Mr. Fang. I'm just having a bit of a headache about where to start writing the fourth notebook," Li Chu casually offered an explanation.
Upon hearing the mention of notes, Mr. Fang's eyes lit up, and he took out a notebook from the drawer.
After flipping through the notebook, Old Fang dragged his chair over to Li Chu and sat down next to him. Pointing to his notebook, he said, "Come, come, Li, I've read your third notebook. There's a section on acupuncture that I don't quite understand. I was just about to ask you for help. Could you give me some pointers?"
Li Chu quickly stood up and said, "Master Fang, you flatter me. How could I possibly offer you any guidance with my limited skills?"
Old Fang pulled him to sit down: "Oh, young Li, everyone has their own expertise. I really don't know much about acupuncture. Are you looking down on this old man?"
"Mr. Fang, you're exaggerating. As a junior, I'm not very knowledgeable. If anyone should be asking you for advice, it should be me asking you."
Old Fang waved his hand and said, "You're not that old, but your thinking is even more old-fashioned than mine. The ancients said that among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me. How come you think that seniors must know more than juniors?"
"Mr. Fang, if there's anything you don't understand, we can discuss it together, but I really don't dare to offer any guidance."
"You little rascal!" Old Fang raised his hand and pointed at Li Chu with a smile, then put the notebook in Li Chu's hand on the table: "It's right here, take a look."
Li Chu then noticed Fang Lao's notebook. The contents were all copied from his own notes. The handwriting was neat and tidy, and the edges of the notebook were worn and frayed, indicating that it was frequently used.
Old Wang, who shared an office with them, was the same way. He always carried a notebook when reading books or documents, and he would write down important points in his notebook.
The two senior doctors always said that a bad pen is worse than a good memory; as people get older, if they don't write things down, they might forget them in the blink of an eye.
Li Chu didn't refuse and started talking right away.
One of them spoke carefully, and the other listened attentively. Mr. Fang would occasionally ask them to speak slower so he could take notes.
Putting everything else aside, Li Chu was deeply impressed by his diligent study habits.
After Li Chu finished speaking, Old Fang closed his notebook, sat back down in his seat, and said, "I'm old and I'm not afraid of offending people. Every single one of us in our group, I can't speak for other aspects, but when it comes to acupuncture, no one can compare to you."
"Mr. Fang, you flatter me too much."
Old Fang shook his head: "This is not flattery, but the truth. When you first joined the health care team, I was not very approving because you were too young. When I was your age, I was still an apprentice."
After taking a sip of water from his teacup, Old Fang continued, "After reading the notebooks you submitted, I truly envied your master for finding a successor like you."
Li Chu smiled shyly and remained silent.
Old Fang opened the drawer again, took out another notebook, and handed it over: "Take a look. This is what I write down after each patient visit. I hope it will be of some help to you."
Li Chu stood up and accepted the gift with both hands, saying solemnly, "Thank you, Elder Fang."
Old Fang chuckled and said, "No need to be polite, just consider it repaying the favor you did for me earlier."
As Li Chu opened the notebook, the room fell silent.
When it was lunchtime, Li Chu took a closer look at the road.
After looking at it, he exclaimed how lucky he was. There was a bend in the road leading to the small canteen, and the situation there was completely blocked by the green trees. He could take the things out of the warehouse and put them in any designated place within five meters of his body.
He estimated the distance and figured it should be just right to place it on the other side of the corner.
After getting his food in the cafeteria, he deliberately sat at a table by the window where he could see the road. He wanted to see which big shot was having lunch today, and if possible, he planned to throw the box over there later.
We finished eating but didn't see anyone heading towards the small canteen.
Just as he stood up to wash his lunchbox, a few people appeared on the road. He recognized the two people walking in front of him; they were the big shots he most wanted to see.
He clenched his fist excitedly, then hurriedly ran to wash the lunchbox.
It would definitely take a while for him to eat there, so he packed up his lunchbox and slowly walked out of the cafeteria, keeping an eye on whether anyone was behind him. When he reached the shared path, there was no one around him for the time being.
Li Chu quickly moved a few steps toward the small canteen, and with his mind, placed the boxes directly at the corner, as if throwing away a hot potato.
He didn't care what might happen next, and casually left the road and walked to the main road, as if he had just finished eating and was taking a walk, heading towards the health care team's courtyard.
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