Chapter 351 Weekly Reporter: Tough Man in Tears

"It's out of danger for now. It depends on his recovery."

Ye Qingyue took out a pen and paper and asked, "Do you know how to read?"

Old Zhao shook his head, "I can only write my own name."

He also pulled his son, who was pale and had just come back from vomiting, over and said, "My son knows how to read. He ranked in the top three in the grade in the final exam!"

Speaking of this, a smug smile appeared on Old Zhao's sullen face. His originally gloomy face actually had a bit more brilliance.

Old Zhao's son scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Dad, there are less than a hundred people in our grade... The top three are nothing..."

"That's still the top three!"

Old Zhao's expression was so intense that he almost put his hands on his hips to express his inner pride.

"Just knowing how to read is fine."

Ye Qingyue smiled and said, "I'll write down the precautions for postoperative recovery on paper and tell you about them. You must follow them strictly. If you don't understand something or forget something, and you still don't understand what's written on the paper, come and ask me. Don't figure it out on your own. Injury is no joke, understand?"

Her eyes exposed outside the mask were particularly serious.

Old Zhao and his son nodded quickly, "I understand, I understand."

Ye Qingyue quickly wrote down the precautions and dictated them to the two of them. She paused from time to time and said, "Did I explain it clearly just now? If you don't understand something, you can tell me."

"Doctor, you explained it very clearly. I remembered it all!"

Old Zhao gave Ye Qingyue a thumbs up. "I have lived half my life, and I have never seen a doctor as good as you!"

At the side, the person in charge teased, "Old Zhao, who was impatient with the doctor and disliked him at the beginning? Now you praise him as the best doctor you have ever seen?"

Old Zhao's dark face actually turned red. He rubbed his hands and showed sympathy to Ye Qingyue. Zhao smiled thoughtfully: "Doctor, my wife always says that I am a rough man with no vision. If I have made you unhappy just now, you can scold me. I deserve it!"

Ye Qingyue raised her eyebrows: "No need to scold me."

Lao Zhao was just breathing a sigh of relief when he heard Ye Qingyue say again: "If I don't scold you, you should feel more guilty."

He was stunned. The others laughed and gave Ye Qingyue a thumbs up and put their hands in front of their mouths to cheer her.

"Young doctor has a temper!"

"Old Zhao, you bully the young doctor, and the young doctor doesn't care about you. Are you embarrassed?"

"Hahaha..."

The people around were all teasing in a good-natured way. Although Lao Zhao's face was red, he was not angry, but embarrassed, and thanked Ye Qingyue for not holding a grudge, joking with him, and giving him a step down.

Ye Qingyue's action suddenly shortened the distance between her and the villagers.

The villagers no longer thought that Ye Qingyue was a doctor from the city who was high and mighty and difficult to mess with. Instead, they were attracted by her temper. They

felt that although this young doctor was young, he was also a straightforward person. In addition, he had superb medical skills and was very clear about curing diseases and saving lives.

Who wouldn't welcome such a good doctor?

"Director Zhong, let me help you."

Ye Qingyue handed the medical instructions to Lao Zhao's son, asking them to pay attention to Lao Zhao's physical condition at night. If he had a fever or felt uncomfortable, they should find her immediately and then go to help Zhong Yun treat his injuries.

After all, Zhong Yun was middle-aged. He had been traveling by car and hiking in the wild these two days. He was very tired at the moment and his work efficiency was a little poor.

Seeing how hard she worked, Ye Qingyue helped her treat the other two injured.

When everything was done, most of the injured in the shed were asleep, and it was dawn outside.

The person in charge staggered over with dark circles under his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Ye, Doctor Zhong, the village ladies have made chicken soup, you two should go eat something and go to sleep, it's really hard for you two."

Zhong Jun's eyelids were fighting, and her heart was pounding. She didn't dare to force it at this moment, and nodded: "Okay."

She tried to stand up.

Ye Qingyue hurriedly supported her, "Director Zhong, go slowly."

When touching Zhong Jun's wrist, Ye Qingyue quietly communicated with the system, consumed merit points to buy medicine, and transported it into Zhong Jun's body.

In her previous life, although she had not formally met Zhong Jun, she had heard that Zhong Jun died early due to overwork and illness.

In this life, Ye Qingyue would naturally not watch Zhong Jun's health deteriorate. She was never stingy with merit points when she could help.

Zhong Jun had just been supported by Ye Qingyue to stand up. She felt that her brain, which was almost a mess, was slowly becoming clear, and her originally pounding heart was gradually returning to normal.

"Huh?"

Zhong Jun took two steps in confusion, and she was actually not feeling uncomfortable anymore!

What happened?

As she got older, she would feel uncomfortable for a few days if she stayed up late.

Today was really strange!

"Director Zhong, aren't you hungry?"

Seeing her puzzled expression, Ye Qingyue naturally changed the subject, "I'm starving, let's go drink chicken soup together."

"Oh, okay."

Zhong Jun came to his senses, and without thinking too much, he and Ye Qingyue followed the person in charge to walk out.

"What soup?"

Suddenly, a confused voice sounded at his feet.

Reporter Zhou, who had fallen asleep on the ground at some point, woke up. The figures of Ye Qingyue and Zhong Jun flashed in his blurred vision, and he subconsciously climbed up and followed.

The person in charge led the way in front and said with a smile: "Reporter Zhou, you also stayed up very late last night, didn't you? Let's eat something before going to bed."

Last night, after taking pictures, reporter Zhou saw some injured people who were hungry and thirsty, and helped them get water and find food.

When Ye Qingyue and Zhong Yun were short of medical supplies, it was Reporter Zhou who ran to the camp where the medical staff were resting, found the supplies and sent them over.

Just now, he was so sleepy that he sat on the ground with his head tilted and fell asleep.

When he heard that there was food, Reporter Zhou's stomach growled at the right time, and he said in a somewhat embarrassed tone: "Sorry to bother you."

The person in charge waved his hand quickly: "No, no, it's not a problem. There was an earthquake here, and the country sent support from all directions, sending supplies and people to help with the disaster relief. You have worked so hard, and we also want to do something for you. We must ensure that you have enough food."

A few people arrived at the temporary kitchen shed. The chef brought hand-rolled noodles cooked in chicken soup. The noodles were piled high with chicken and sprinkled with chopped green onions. The aroma was fragrant.

The lady pushed the largest bowl in front of Ye Qingyue and said gratefully, "Doctor, I am the wife of Mr. Zhao. I just came back from outside. My son told me that you saved Mr. Zhao's leg. Thank you so much! Please eat more. If it's not enough, I will cook more for you!"

Mrs. Zhao worked in the county town far away from the village. She usually lived separately from Mr. Zhao and returned to the village for rest.

The county town where Mrs. Zhao lived was not affected much by the earthquake, but the road back to the village was blocked.

In order to prevent the expansion of casualties, the authorities did not allow the victims to run around.

Aunt Zhao also heard that old Zhao's leg might have to be amputated. She cried for a long time before getting permission from the unit. She teamed up with several other villagers who also wanted to return to the village. The group hurried and arrived not long ago. When

she arrived at the camp, she ran into her son who was boiling medicine. Only then did she hear that a doctor from the city saved her old Zhao's leg.

Aunt Zhao did not have time to check on old Zhao's condition, so she killed the chicken she brought from the county and boiled chicken soup to nourish the doctor who stayed up all night to treat her old Zhao's leg.

Ye Qingyue handed Aunt Zhao a handkerchief to wipe her tears and smiled: "This is what I should do. We were ordered by our superiors to come to the disaster area from Beijing this time to rescue every injured comrade and let them resume their normal life after the disaster. Aunt, don't cry. Your husband has saved his leg this time. There will be great blessings after great disasters. Things will definitely be better in the future."

Aunt Zhao's tears welled up more and she choked and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes..." After

Ye Qingyue comforted Aunt Zhao, she picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat noodles, but heard a sniffling sound beside her.

Turning her head, Ye Qingyue saw Reporter Zhou looking at her, crying so hard that tears fell into the bowl. The picture of the tough guy crying was so funny!

Ye Qingyue: "..." What's wrong with this guy?