Song Tan's Notes

Zheng Qu walked stiffly into the room, exchanged stiff pleasantries with the leader, and then stiffly lay down on the physiotherapy bed, staring down at the steel frame of the bed. His expression was blank.

At this moment, after much thought, only one thought remained:
What's the name of Xueying's app again? I'll download it too.

As for Secretary Wang's suggestion that Xiao Zheng thoroughly investigate the village's development, identify its unique features and strengths, and pinpoint areas for improvement...

If this were at work, Zheng Qu would definitely be thrilled, feeling that a promotion and a raise were just around the corner!
But it's a holiday now...

Meanwhile, in the other room, Huo Xueying watched as Dr. Guo set up the moxibustion rack. She lay there giggling for a while, then propped herself up and reached for her phone.

"I think this fortune teller is pretty accurate. You know, those lucky charms like the copper coin gourds they sell downstairs, should I buy one?"

Dr. Guo: ...If I want to make money, I have to seriously get a diploma, learn a trade, and acquire skills. How come it's so easy for others to make money?

envy!

……

The leader and Secretary Wang's moxibustion treatment ended promptly at eight o'clock, while Driver Niu was still a few minutes away, but he had already started snoring loudly.

It's clear that the efficacy of the pills is still unknown, but the benefits of moxibustion have been experienced.

"Let him sleep." The leader looked around and said, "We'll just wander around the village, there's nothing much to do. When he wakes up, he can go and buy some local specialties or something."

Following them, it's not appropriate to spend some money, nor is it appropriate not to spend it.

As the two were leaving, they ran into Dr. Wu, who had just started working, and two nurses who were wearing white coats. They weren't surprised to see someone cutting in line; they simply asked:

What are we having for breakfast today?

"I heard it's braised noodles with cowpeas and pork belly, served with goji leaf and egg soup..."

"The cured pork ribs from the day before yesterday were so delicious! When will you make them again?"

The three of them didn't stop chatting. One nurse organized the medicine and the environment, while the other went to tidy up the physiotherapy room.

Dr. Wu then stood briskly in the clinic courtyard:
"Come on, come on, those who don't need traditional Chinese medicine treatment, injections, IV drips, or wound cleaning, all come and line up here..."

The leader watched with great interest, but found that after the young doctor had been trying to persuade people for a long time, only three people had managed to squeeze over to him.

But his expression was very calm, clearly he was used to it.

At this moment, I can't help but wonder: why do people seem to distrust this doctor? Is it because he's not very capable?
Secretary Wang approached tactfully and asked, "Why are there so few people here? Is it because everyone believes more in Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Dr. Wu, who has a higher education and stronger abilities, shook his head:

"Most of Dr. Guo's patients are either referred by friends or are regular patients who drive here specifically for him. My patients are usually from nearby villages or people from my own village."

However, the number of people is not large, and the number of patients is even smaller.

He didn't know what the two people did, but they must have a very close relationship to get Dr. Guo to come to work early.

Therefore, he replied, "If villagers have a minor headache or fever, they just take some medicine and that's it; they never come to the clinic."

But he wasn't idle either.

The patients here need to get their IV drips, and we need to tidy up. Once that's done, we'll go to Dr. Guo's place to help out.

He stared at his hands.

I practiced the techniques diligently on the cadavers, and I don't know how many nights I spent tying knots on pigskin.

But the reality is that without Dr. Guo, he might only be able to apply for a job as a resident doctor at a clinic, or simply switch careers to become a pharmaceutical sales representative.

Anyway!

Modern young people should be able to relax and be carefree when they need to. Now that you have some free time, you can work on your thesis. Who knows, you might get published someday!
His optimistic attitude inspired Secretary Wang and his entourage.

As soon as I stepped out of the clinic, I saw Secretary Zhu waiting at the door: "Leader, would you like to go up the mountain to check on the orchard? We're going to do a live stream to sell peaches today." As he spoke, he carried a bag in his hand: "I borrowed two sun-protective suits and two big straw hats from Uncle Song. There are branches and bugs in the orchard, so it's a bit inconvenient to wear short sleeves."

That's incredibly thoughtful!
Secretary Wang immediately took it, first taking out one item and handing it to the leader, then asking, "Are we going up the mountain now?"

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu shook his head, but seeing that their water bottles were still empty, he warmly took them back:
"Let me get you some herbal tea to cool you down first. If you don't mind, Song Tan and two friends are also coming up the mountain. Let's wait for the car here."

The leader subconsciously said, "It's not far, we can walk."

Secretary Zhu wasn't just putting on a show; he was just walking around the peach orchard later, and there was such a large orchard and vegetable garden, so he had to take a look around, right?

There are times when it takes a lot of physical effort.

"...It just so happens that we have a lot of people, and there are special sightseeing buses on the mountain. I'll ask Captain Chen to drive us there."

Sigh, it's because the leaders don't come often.

If it were her grandfathers or the people around them, they would all know to climb into any electric tricycle they see.

As they were talking, Zheng Qu, who had just stepped out of the doorway, froze in his tracks.

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu silently suppressed a laugh.

She had already inquired about her friend's basic situation from Song Tan, and seeing this scene now, she couldn't help but feel a little comforted.

After all, you don't have to deal with your boss alone on weekends!
Huo Xueying also suppressed a laugh, completely unexpected that her boyfriend might spend less time with her after taking on a new task.

But even if I thought of it, it wouldn't matter!

Isn't eating the most important thing in Song Tan's house?
Whether her boyfriend is with her or not—oh dear, even if he's by her side, it won't make her eat an extra bowl of food!

As we were talking, a green and white sightseeing bus drove up on the road ahead.

There are ten seats in total. Song Tan and Qiao Qiao are sitting there, and there are plenty of seats for the rest of them.

Chen Yuan was driving.

Another car went to the guesthouse in Luchuan to pick up Yunfeng and his group.

Their vacation was coming to an end, and now they wished they could participate in every job they could find on every piece of land.

When it comes to picking peaches, no one would refuse.

……

Therefore, Song Tan didn't invite anyone else to pick peaches today, letting everyone pick to their heart's content first.

Anyway, it's all going to be given to Boss Chang.

Just as Chen Yuan was about to start the car, he suddenly saw several young men running towards him from the roadside:

"elder sister!"

Although it was early morning, the temperature was already quite high. They rushed over without showing any signs of being out of breath, only with beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Each face was beaming with enthusiasm:

"Sis, we don't have much to do during the day, so we can't do any strenuous exercise. If you need any help, we'll lend you a hand!"

Looking at their expectant faces, Song Tan thought, "It's so good to be young, how can they have so much energy?"
She didn't refuse: "There's no room left, so please walk. Female students, please get on the bus, and let's go pick peaches on the mountain!"

"Great!"

The college students were as happy as if they had successfully landed jobs, and despite the sweltering heat, they ran blissfully along the main road. (End of Chapter)