Li Mingqing sat in the office with his eyes closed to rest.
Dean Zhao came over and asked, "How is it? Are you not having any trouble adapting?"
"fine."
"You two are of similar age and have topics to talk about."
"Dean, please stop talking! They've been holding me back for the entire afternoon, and my throat is burning. But these guys aren't too bothered by the nonsense; they're only focused on studying. They dragged me along for over an hour, only taking me to the cafeteria for lunch."
After hearing what he said, Dean Zhao knew that the group of people got along well.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Tiancai came in.
As soon as he saw Dean Zhao trying to hold back the curse words he was about to say.
Dean Zhao asked, "Genius, why are you here?"
"I came to talk to Dr. Li about something. After all, we've known each other before, but we haven't had a proper chat yet. Now is a good time to chat while everyone has some free time."
Li Mingqing's eyes were rolling up to the sky.
"I don't have time. I'll go wherever it's cooler."
He doesn't want to get himself into trouble.
"You're free, aren't you? You're just taking a break. What could you possibly do when you first arrive? You wouldn't even give me this little courtesy, would you?"
"Yes, you won't even give me this little bit of face."
This sentence shut Han Tiancai up again.
Dean Zhao saw that the two were on the verge of a fight, and Han Tiancai was still his apprentice.
Although this apprentice is not very good, it would be too embarrassing if a fight broke out.
"Genius, come with me, I have something to talk to you about."
He followed Dean Zhao out reluctantly.
"Dean, what's the matter?"
"Have you mastered the knowledge points I asked you to review?"
"I-I only read half of it," he said sheepishly.
Dean Zhao said helplessly, "You've only read half of it in such a long time? It's almost been a week. If your father knew you were so careless and not paying attention, he would scold you."
Han Zhi is at least somewhat famous, and having such a son is much more difficult than having this apprentice.
Thinking of this, Dean Zhao's mood turned from gloomy to bright.
In the next room, Li Mingqing was sitting there, very bored.
He got up and prepared to go to the post office to send a telegram to his family, to let them know that he was safe, especially to his wife, and that he would be able to return home in three days.
I also have to go and see the courtyard house I bought before.
After all, you bought it with your own money and can just wait for it to appreciate in value, but it would be unreasonable to come all the way here and not take a look.
If I find a suitable one, I will buy another courtyard house.
Anyway, there is no restriction on house purchase now.
Guan Bin almost collided with Li Mingqing as he turned the corner.
"Doctor Li, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the post office."
"It's quite close. The post office is across the street from the hospital. It's on the street in front. It only takes five minutes to get there."
Li Mingqing was just worried about not being able to find the place when the correct address appeared.
"Thank you."
"Then you have to give me more special treatment. I'll have questions for you when you come back."
Guan Bin never misses any opportunity to ask questions without hesitation.
Li Mingqing never expected that in just half a day they would treat him as a teacher and answer their questions.
He walked out of the hospital and saw the post office five minutes later.
A telegram consists of two parts: the body and the address.
The text costs one cent per word, and the address costs five cents per word.
It's too expensive for ordinary people.
When ordinary people send a telegram, they would just write "arrive in Beijing on the 15th". It is simple and clear, and the family will understand it at a glance.
Even such a short sentence costs more than one dollar because it also includes the address and recipient's name.
If you want same-day delivery, you have to pay an expedited fee.
Li Mingqing wanted to be very eloquent, so he wrote more than a hundred words.
"Wife, I miss you so much, I can't sleep..."
All of them were written to Sun Jiaxue, and every word was filled with longing for her.
These sweet words made the telegraph operator feel a little shy.
This was the first time in all the time the telegraph operator had been working that he had met someone who was so willing to spend money.
The most important thing is that what is posted is not important.
The telegram sent by Li Mingqing was an urgent telegram, which cost a total of twenty-five yuan.
It’s almost as much as an average worker’s monthly salary.
His bold move shocked the entire post office staff.
After paying the money, he returned to the military hospital.
On the way, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask his wife to write back to him.
It's really inconvenient not to have a phone.
As soon as Li Mingqing returned, he was surrounded by Guan Bin and his four companions.
Deng Junyuan said, "You're finally back. Come on, take my pulse. Is it really that magical?"
Zhao Wenshan said, "Yes, let me see it too."
Four people rushed to have him take their pulse.
Except for Zhao Wenshan, the other three people were fine.
"Doctor Zhao, do you often have wrist pain?"
"You're truly amazing! Traditional Chinese Medicine is truly profound. My wrist has been hurting a lot this past month. I guess it's from holding the baby. I went home tonight and applied some plaster. It's been a little better these past two days."
"If you trust me, I'll give you a few injections."
"Okay, I definitely believe it."
Li Mingqing took out the silver needle from the bag he had carried with him since he was a child.
The four men stared at him without blinking as he inserted the needle.
Five minutes after the acupuncture, Zhao Wenshan felt a warm sensation on his wrist, which was particularly comfortable, much more comfortable than applying a plaster.
"Doctor Li, you're right, it's quite comfortable."
"You'll have the needle removed in ten minutes."
Deng Junyuan asked, "Doctor Li, who did you learn acupuncture from?"
"Barefoot doctor."
"You are really amazing. You are proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine. When will I be able to be as capable as you? You are even younger than me. It is true that the younger generation pushes the older generation forward, and each generation is stronger than the previous one."
Hearing this, Guan Bin smiled and said, "Doctor Deng, don't be sentimental. We are all about the same age."
"Come on, comparison is the thief of anger."
Li Mingqing removed the silver needle from Zhao Wenshan's wrist and asked, "How do you feel?"
"It's quite comfortable."
"I'll give you another ten minutes of acupuncture tomorrow, and it should be all right."
"That's great! If it weren't for this exchange conference, I wouldn't have known there were talented people like you."
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
Han Tiancai came again with his neck stiffened.
This time I’m not here to see Li Mingqing, I’m here to see Hu Jing.
Guan Bin teased, "Doctor Hu, Doctor Han is here to see you again."
"I have no choice. My mother has chosen a good son-in-law."
"You two have a good family background, and you happen to be neighbors, so you can't avoid each other."
Hu Jing said, "Oh, stop making sarcastic remarks and just take it one step at a time."
She couldn't persuade her old mother at all.
But she and Han Tiancai did not like each other.
She had clearly told Han Tiancai before, but he was stubborn and refused to listen.
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