Chapter 1666 A Transfer Order 4
The roads are difficult to drive on at night, and cars often break down, especially in winter, and often cannot be started. Fortunately, everything went smoothly today.
Feng Qingxue boarded the train smoothly, her ears still lingering with her husband's advice to her before departure.
The train rattled along at night, and I could almost hear the cold wind raging outside.
With a light sigh, Feng Qingxue put away her luggage, closed her eyes, and lay down on the berth with her clothes on to take a short rest. The transfer order came so suddenly that she was not prepared at all. Until now, she could not believe that she had really left the Wucheng Army and was about to start a new life, full of unpredictable future.
It could be long, it could be short.
Why was she specifically asked to go there? She asked Lu Jiang, but Lu Jiang didn't know either. It was probably because her medical skills were important, as the transfer order said.
When it comes to first aid techniques, Feng Qingxue is still the best in the military.
Time passed quickly. Wucheng was not far from the capital. Feng Qingxue, who was unable to say goodbye to her elderly and children, did not dare to sleep soundly for fear of missing the time to get off the train. After all, for this train, Wucheng and the capital were just passing stations, not the starting and ending stations.
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She said someone was coming to pick her up, who was coming?
The winter in the capital is as cold as that in Wucheng, and a cloud of white mist comes out when you open your mouth.
Since Feng Qingxue started practicing medicine, most of the emergency patients who came into her care were saved, instead of saying that she was powerless to help the patients' families or comrades. Some said that she had good medical skills, and some said that she was lucky. Feng Qingxue herself believed that she was luckier, as she always met some good people who were willing to guide and help her.
Feng Qingxue felt a chill in her bones even when she was wearing the new military coat issued this winter. She was carrying a first aid kit and a bag in her leather-gloved hands, and her eyes between her scarf and hat were only looking at the people flowing through the train station.
Eighty to ninety percent of medical students who graduate under such circumstances are useless. Those who are serious have only learned basic knowledge for one or two years, and have to deduct half of the time for activities. Not only have they not learned everything, their clinical practice is also not very good.
Although there are workers, peasants and soldiers students now, Feng Qingxue has attended the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University for two years and knows best what the situation is like there. There are very few students who truly put learning first, and most of them are still participating in various activities. Because she always uses the excuse that she has children to take care of at home and rarely participates, she has a weak relationship with the students in the same batch and has limited friends.
The catastrophe killed countless highly educated people, and the remaining medical talents were in short supply.
Even though intellectuals are looked down upon nowadays, when the time comes to recruit talented people, every talented person is in great demand.
Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem strange that the Southeast Military Region seconded her there.
It was still dark at around five or six o'clock, and everything was pitch black, with only a little dim light coming from the lights inside and outside the train station.
The students in the first and second classes were slightly better, but most of those in the last two years got in through backdoors and are even worse.
After walking a few steps forward against the cold wind, Feng Qingxue finally saw a young and tall soldier standing in the cold wind holding a white sign with five big characters "Wucheng Feng Qingxue" written on it.
The calligraphy is very neat, but it is not beautiful, and it cannot even be called regular.
Behind the young soldier, there was a jeep parked, and even the night could not conceal its majesty.
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"Comrade, I am Feng Qingxue from Wucheng." Feng Qingxue, who felt like she had frozen into a popsicle, hurried forward to greet him, "Comrade, are you here to pick me up? Thank you for your hard work."
(End of this chapter)