Chapter 1843 Thrift Store 1
The two important tasks of coming to Shanghai were completed one after another. Feng Qingxue felt relieved. The next step was to fulfill her promise to her children and go to the department store to buy things.
She didn't hesitate to buy any supplies she could.
After the antiques and cultural relics were sent back, a large space was left empty, which needed to be filled urgently to avoid feeling empty inside.
Although those things were all owned by the state, she and Lu Jiang had no intention of keeping them privately, but they had been kept in the space for many years and encompassed all aspects of cultural heritage, especially calligraphy and painting. Feng Qingxue would take them out to observe in her spare time. Now that she was sending them back, she naturally felt reluctant to do so, as she would not have the chance to hold them in her hands in the future.
Passing by a counter selling high-priced fabrics, Feng Qingxue saw a new batch of silk in bright colors and couldn't help but walk forward.
Silk is a bit expensive, but it is much cheaper than the most fashionable Dacron.
Feng Qingxue doesn't like thin, stiff and non-breathable Dacron, but she likes silk very much. The fabrics used to make jackets, quilts, skirts and cheongsams are all of the best quality. Moreover, the handmade products of this era are genuine and not adulterated. They are durable and can be worn for decades without any damage if carefully maintained. She even has old things of her parents and elders collected in her space!
The salesperson responded, picked up the scissors and cut off six feet of silk. Just as he was about to hand it to Feng Qingxue, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the stairs downstairs, and then heard someone shouting, "Doctor, doctor, is there a doctor? Come and save people!"
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Although Qingyun went abroad not long after studying with Mr. Guan, they had kept in touch over the years. Feng Qingxue would visit Mr. Guan every time she went to the capital, so she naturally knew what Guan Yufen liked.
Soon, she chose a piece of light red satin, thinking that her daughter loved beauty and she could use it to make a silk jacket for her.
Things have their priorities, and the salesperson is not unreasonable. He said quickly, "It's okay, you go ahead!"
"Comrade, please pull it six feet for me." It was enough for Guan Yufen to make a cheongsam.
Feng Qingxue turned around and ran downstairs, only to see the stairs were surrounded by people.
After pulling out a few feet of light red satin, she also picked out a piece of dark green silk and planned to give it to Mr. Guan Yufen.
Feng Qingxue was used to doing first aid work in the army, so she reacted quickly and said to the salesperson, "I'm a doctor. I'll go down and take a look first. Leave the stuff for me!"
However, as the family conditions allowed, Feng Qingxue was happy to pamper her daughter.
Compared to bulky and thick cotton jackets, silk jackets are very light, thin and breathable, and look very beautiful when worn. However, they are too expensive and you need to buy the silk separately.
She ran over in two steps and heard someone crying for a doctor. She quickly pushed through the crowd and said, "Please make way. I'm a doctor!"
The onlookers made way for her without saying a word, allowing her to clearly see what was going on inside.
The person in the accident was a pregnant woman, who was lying on the ground with her bulging belly, crying out in pain. Her lower body was covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood still lingered even in this cold season.
The people inside had heard that the doctor was coming and hurriedly gave their seats to Feng Qingxue.
"Doctor, how is the patient? Is it too late to send her to the hospital? I saw with my own eyes that she sprained her ankle on the stairs and rolled down. She started bleeding on the spot." Seeing Feng Qingxue squatting down to feel the pulse of the pregnant woman and check her condition, a middle-aged woman immediately asked. Even if she was a stranger, she hoped that the pregnant woman who had an accident was fine.
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