Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 737: Thousands of Thoughts
It was dark outside the window, except for my own image reflected in the glass window, it was the faint light scattered alone by the street lamps in the distance.

Mu Zhen thinks of herself after graduation, and how is it different from this lonely lamp.Thinking about those days when I was in school, I was rated as a three-good student, a model class cadre, an outstanding Communist Youth League member for many years, and was also the object of envy of my classmates. These things have long since faded away, as if they have nothing to do with me.

In the two years of technical secondary school, not only still maintained its own advantages, won the recognition of the whole class of teachers and students, but also was elected as the propaganda minister of the student union, and won the provincial three-good student. Don't think too much, just like what the teacher said when you entered the school, you will be a national cadre when you step into the school, and you will demand yourself according to the standard of a national cadre.

What happened later made Mu Zhen feel "faceless to see Jiangdong's elders". Mu Zhen felt a little pain in her heart, and she couldn't help covering her heart and rubbing it. The predicament and difficulties in front of her made her unacceptable.

Mu Zhen suddenly had a terrifying, worrying, and terrifying thought: Could it be?Could it be that the disaster that Xiaojuan encountered was not Xiaojuan's own fault, but her own fault?Xiaojuan's sunny life was not affected by her father's illness. Her work unit has proved that she has no worries about food and clothing. According to her conditions, she can find a better one, but now she meets herself in a difficult situation. It is her own influence. It must be her own unspeakable grief that has affected her!
Mu Zhen's hands pressing on her chest became a little bit heavier. In the past few years, she seemed to be in a kind of latent anxiety, just like a devil, entangled herself all the time, and couldn't explain it clearly!

"Marriage is fixed on the Sansheng Stone, and Jia Lin has no chance to cry and break his heart. Don't talk about life and death, the world's famous festivals are famous." Mu Zhen murmured a poem composed for herself, and the last sentence expressed her wish.

Mu Zhen raised her hand and slammed her chest a few times, then said bitterly to herself: "You can't blame others, let alone give up your efforts. Waiting is not the answer. The only way out is to open up a way out. As Lu Xun said, there are too many people leaving. It becomes the same as the road!"

After Mu Zhen finished speaking, she felt a little more relaxed. She rubbed her hands together, and pressed her two thumbs on her temples. After rubbing, she felt much clearer and returned to reality.

"Water, water!" Mu Zhen was startled, and hurriedly turned around to hold Xiaojuan's outstretched hand.

"The doctor won't let you drink water, please bear with me for a while, I'll call the doctor!" Mu Zhen looked up to see that there was still a small half bottle of liquid in the bottle, and said in a low voice, "The bottle is for hydration!"

"I feel a little pain in my stomach, can you rub it for me?" Xiaojuan opened her eyes and cast a begging look.

Mu Zhen squeezed Xiaojuan's hand and replied, "I'll ask the doctor first!"

Xiaojuan nodded.

Mu Zhen let go of Xiao Juan's hand, and the moment she turned her head, tears had already blinded her eyes.

Mu Zhen didn't want or want to tell Xiao Juan the result, she just wanted to find a reason to avoid Xiao Juan's eyes.

Mu Zhen left the ward, took out a piece of paper to wipe her eyes, and walked towards the nurse's station in the middle of the ward building.

After hearing Mu Zhen's description, the doctor came to the ward without saying a word.

"It's normal to feel pain now. The effect of the anesthetic has passed. You also know that you can't drink water when you are thirsty. The bottle can drip faster." The doctor said and enlarged the controller at the hose under the bottle some.

Xiaojuan smiled and nodded obediently.

(End of this chapter)