Chapter 1470 Life is like a dream 1

In 1972, it arrived in a heavy snow.

Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu arrived earlier than Daxue, and the triplets almost went crazy having fun.

Although Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu are adults, they still have a childish heart. The two brothers grew up in the Wanglou Brigade and can think of a hundred, a thousand ways to play. Even Dundun calls them brother Tianzhi and brother Ayu all the time, and Zhuangzhuang no longer sticks to his mother.

Fortunately, Feng Qingxue had sent out in advance the cotton-padded jackets, cotton pants, cotton shoes, gloves and socks that she had prepared for the elderly, including her grandparents and grandparents-in-law from her previous life and her parents who were born just a few years ago. She also sent some malted milk, canned food, candy, grain, food stamps and money to her parents. She would send these things anonymously every year when the New Year was approaching.

In previous lives, my grandparents and grandparents-in-law always talked about how much hardship my parents had to endure when they were young.

Although they did not experience the three difficult years, there was a shortage of materials in the 1960s and 1970s, and the elderly in both families had bad backgrounds, so when my parents were ten years old, they were like five or six-year-old children. It was not until they were rehabilitated that they slowly grew up.

A large part of the supplies in the space came from the inheritance left to me by my parents, so it is only natural to give back to them now.

She always felt that her medical skills had stagnated. Although she had learned the theory thoroughly, she could not keep up with the technology. She told this to Professor Xie when she was delivering clothes, shoes and socks to him.

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Some of these clothes, shoes and socks were made by myself using cotton and cloth from the space, and some were purchased ready-made clothes.

She also sent some things to Lu Jiang's comrades. After that, Feng Qingxue sent several medical papers she had written to international medical journals. After being checked word by word by professors from the Foreign Languages ​​Department and the Medical School, they were already perfect.

Touching the soft and warm cotton jacket, Professor Xie's eyes suddenly turned red, and he kept saying, "I didn't expect that after decades of teaching, I would get your help in this difficult time."

Several old professors who had taught her carefully had their winter clothes so worn out that they became caked and no longer kept her warm at all.

With the help of Chen Xuenniang and Zheng Jinrui, these things are easy to get.

"Respecting teachers is what we should do." Feng Qingxue has always regarded this sentence as a principle in life.

Professor Xie hummed with a nasal sound, and turned the topic back to Feng Qingxue's problem. He said, "You are right to think so. In theory, I have nothing to teach you. I can't, and I guess the two professors in the medical school are the same. Those chicken feathers can't even compare to your medical skills, let alone teach you."

Chicken feathers refer to teaching assistants. When Feng Qingxue first started school, some of the teachers who gave lectures were teaching assistants. They had only been in college for one or two years and had no professional knowledge at all. They showed their weakness after teaching students for only two days. With the return of some teachers, some of the more self-aware teaching assistants just listened to the lectures instead of giving them, but some of them were still very capable.

The reason why they are called chicken feathers is that when they were doing sports, they often said, "Who says chicken feathers can't fly into the sky?"

Professor Xie mentioned Ji Mao with a mocking tone. He had suffered a lot from Ji Mao in the past two years. He continued, "What you need to do most now is to go to the hospital and meet patients so that you can turn theory into practice. You can't just talk about it on paper. Look at those famous doctors. Which one of them has not seen thousands of patients? A large part of their fame comes from the experience they have accumulated."

(End of this chapter)