Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Lin Xue was stunned.

She looked at Liu Xiangyang, his eyes were close to hers, and he was smiling, but the smile was different from the one she usually saw—it was a little playful, a little interested, and a little indescribable, as if he was waiting for something, or as if he had seen through everything.

The corridor was quiet, and the faint voices coming from afar seemed to be veiled by a layer of fog.

Lin Xue opened her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her again, straightened up, picked up his notebook, and walked past her.

As he reached the door, he glanced back at her. "If you really want to treat me to lunch, that's fine, but I already had lunch with someone today." He paused, looking at her. "Maybe next time."

Lin Xue paused for a moment, then asked, "What about tomorrow? Tomorrow at noon?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Didn't you hear? I have something to do tomorrow morning, and I won't be free at noon. Besides, I'm tired of eating at the cafeteria."

Lin Xue blushed, her eyes darted around, and she quickly replied, "How about after class this afternoon? I know a restaurant that's really good."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Okay, then tomorrow afternoon."

Lin Xue was satisfied and waved to him, "Then it's settled. I'll wait for you at the hospital entrance tomorrow. Don't be late."

After saying that, she turned and left, but after taking two steps, she turned back and glanced at him.

Liu Xiangyang stood there, watching her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and smiled. This was interesting.

He picked up his notebook and headed towards the cafeteria. After looking around, he spotted Zhao Xiaoman and Wang Dazhu in a corner. Zhao Xiaoman was peering towards the entrance when she saw him come in. Her eyes lit up, and she waved to him.

Liu Xiangyang walked over and sat down. Zhao Xiaoman pushed his bowl towards him and said, "See if you like this dish. If you don't, I'll get you some more."

"These are all my favorite foods, thank you."

"By the way, Xiangyang, what did Teacher Sun want to see you about?"

Liu Xiangyang took a bite of rice: "It's nothing, he just has a patient tomorrow and asked me to go see him."

Zhao Xiaoman nodded, a smile on her face: "Well, that means Teacher Sun values ​​you a lot. You should learn from him."

Liu Xiangyang smiled: "I know."

He lowered his head, ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, and said, "I'm going to go back and take a nap after I finish eating. I've been riding my bike all morning, and I'm a little tired."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him with a hint of heartache in her eyes and whispered, "Then eat quickly, and go to sleep after you finish." She then looked at Wang Dazhu and said, "Dazhu, try to keep your snoring down later."

Wang Dazhu, with his mouth full of food, mumbled, "Xiaoman, you're asking too much of me. If I could control my snoring, would I even be able to sleep?"

Zhao Xiaoman glared at him: "Then you shouldn't sleep."

Wang Dazhu muttered a few words, then looked at Liu Xiangyang: "Xiangyang, what did you do last night? Didn't you sleep?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at him.

Wang Dazhu shrank back under his gaze and sheepishly lowered his head to eat his rice.

Afternoon classroom.

Today, Head Nurse Zhang came in carrying her suitcase, stood on the podium, glanced around, and didn't rush to start the lesson.

"Class, I'd like to say a few words before we begin."

The room fell silent.

Nurse Zhang's tone was gentler than usual, with a hint of reassurance: "You've all heard about Zhou Zhiming's escape. He made a mistake, didn't humbly accept the organization's punishment, and even ran away. The organization is handling it. You're here to learn skills, so don't let this affect your mood. Go to class or study, understand?"

After everyone finished speaking, Head Nurse Zhang continued, "You must trust the organization. They will definitely handle this fairly. He can't escape the consequences. You must trust the organization and the hospital. This matter will pass quickly. Everyone can focus on your studies."

She paused, then patted the metal box on the table.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Today we'll continue teaching you how to give injections. Last time we taught you how to give injections in the arm, today we'll teach you how to give injections in the buttocks. Who wants to come up and be a model?"

Some people laughed, and the atmosphere lightened a bit. Someone shouted, "Let's just let Wang Dazhu finish what he started!"

Everyone burst into laughter. Just as Wang Dazhu stood up to speak, the door was pushed open.

Two people, a man and a woman, wearing security uniforms walked in. The woman glanced around the classroom and said, "Nurse Zhang, excuse me, we need to ask a few students about Zhou Zhiming."

The classroom fell silent instantly, and the relaxed atmosphere immediately tensed up again.

Head Nurse Zhang nodded to her and said, "No problem, go ahead and ask." Then she stepped aside.

The security guards scanned the classroom and their gazes settled on several female trainees: "Zhang Xiufen, Li Hongmei, Wang Fang, Zhao Xiaoman... and Lin Xue, you girls, come out here for a moment."

The people whose names were called looked at each other, stood up, and walked out.

As Zhao Xiaoman stood up, she glanced at Liu Xiangyang.

Liu Xiangyang gently squeezed her hand under the table and said in a low, rapid voice:

"Remember, answer whatever they ask you. If you don't know, say you don't remember. As for whether Zhou Zhiming harassed you, say no. That's all you know, understand?"

Zhao Xiaoman nodded and followed her out.

The door closed, and the classroom was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

The remaining trainees exchanged bewildered glances. One of them exclaimed, "That bastard Zhou Zhiming..." glancing at Head Nurse Zhang, "Why are you asking us about that bad element Zhou Zhiming?"

Head Nurse Zhang cleared her throat: "Don't overthink it. Cooperating with the investigation is what we should do. Let's continue the class. Who wants to be the model?"

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About twenty minutes later, the door was pushed open, and several female students returned one after another.

Zhao Xiaoman returned to her seat, her expression relatively calm. She turned to look at Liu Xiangyang and whispered, "I'm done asking."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her, signaling her to continue.

Zhao Xiaoman picked up her pen and squeezed it: "I asked Zhou Zhiming if he had talked to me alone or said anything he shouldn't have. I said no. He only asked me questions in class, and I don't know anything else."

Liu Xiangyang nodded and took her hand: "You're right."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him and asked softly, "Will everything be alright?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "What could possibly be wrong? You don't know anything about him, and you don't usually have any dealings with him. Don't worry about it."

Zhao Xiaoman nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

Then, remembering something, she leaned closer and whispered, "Lin Xue was questioned for a while, and her eyes were a little red when she came out."

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but just glanced at Lin Xue.

Lin Xue sat in the front row, her head down, so her expression was not visible.

Head Nurse Zhang tapped the table: "Alright, everyone's back. Let's continue. Where were we? By the way, who's going to be the model?"

Wang Dazhu raised his hand from the back row: "Teacher, let me try!"

Some people below laughed.

Liu Xiangyang leaned back in his chair, his face expressionless.