Song Yiran's down-to-earth attitude made the two officers very satisfied. Before, they were worried that Song Yiran would be empty-eyed, arrogant, and make unreasonable demands when he was young and had made meritorious contributions.

Looking at it now, this kid is still very sensible and progressive, no wonder he will do things that sacrifice himself to save others.

"The salary of a TCM apprentice is not high! and the work and study content is relatively boring, can you adapt to it?"

In fact, to put it bluntly, the Chinese medicine outpatient building is too deserted. Generally, young people who have ideals and revenge are not willing to squat there and grow mushrooms at all.

On the contrary, Song Yiran felt that it was very good and suitable for her.

Studying Western medicine, she is a master's student at a military medical university.

Studying Chinese medicine, she is a wild person, and she has never studied it systematically. It would also be good if you could be an apprentice with a regular TCM doctor and learn more about TCM.

"Since you have thought about it, then do it like this! In the past few days, you should get used to it first, and when you feel that you are well adapted, you can go to the Chinese medicine outpatient building at any time to report, no later than next Monday. ”

Song Yiran nodded, "I see." ”

"By the way, do you need the hospital to help you solve your accommodation problem?" In fact, they have already considered this, but they still want to hear Song Yiran's thoughts.

Song Yiran didn't want to stay in the Hong family, and the staff dormitory of the hospital was more suitable for her.

"I'm alone, the dormitory should be more convenient. Song Yiran asked, "Can I apply for a staff dormitory?"

Liu Fengying nodded and said, "The housing problem of our hospital staff is also very tight, and there is no way to arrange for you to go to the family building, but we can arrange a single dormitory for you." ”

It was a real bonus.

In those years, the housing problems of employees were all allocated by units.

The principle of subdivision is based on the job title, seniority, high status, and employees who have made great contributions to the unit will naturally give priority to housing issues. Then there are those who are particularly difficult at home, and they should also be considered as appropriate. Like Song Yiran, who only fell into the relationship, and wanted to get a room, it was a pipe dream.

No matter how much the hospital attaches importance to her meritorious service, it is impossible to do such a thing, and there is no way to explain it to those old employees!

Of course, it is an indisputable fact that Song Yiran saved two lives and also assisted in catching the bandits. Therefore, after discussion, they decided to prepare a single dormitory for Song Yiran.

Now the collective dormitories are all eight-person rooms, and some units are not very profitable, and there may be ten-person rooms and twelve-person rooms, so single dormitories are also an existence that can be encountered but not sought.

Song Yiran expressed his satisfaction with this, it was not easy.

The two sides said some scenes, and the conversation was basically over.

"Comrade Xiao Song, welcome to the county hospital and join our big family. I hope you will shine here and carry forward the spirit of not being afraid of death and hardship!"

Song Yiran smiled and nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, it's good if you're happy.

That afternoon, Song Yiran got the key to the dormitory and went to see her new home.

At this time, there were buildings and bungalows for the workers, and the collective dormitories were generally bungalows, and there were also those that converted the tube buildings into collective dormitories. The hospital did not arrange for Song Yiran to live in a large collective dormitory, but arranged a separate room for her in the small building behind the Chinese medicine outpatient building.

This small building has a total of two floors, and the structure of the tube building looks old and a little dilapidated. The overall exterior wall is the kind of red brick wall that can only be seen in old photos, the creeper bypasses the wall of most of the building, the windows are still in the style of lattice windows, and the glass gaps are still made of putty.

Everywhere there is the atmosphere of the age.

The key in Song Yiran's hand was pasted with a piece of medical tape, which read: 2-207

Two units.

Song Yiran found the second unit very smoothly, because the building is very small, there are two unit doors in total. She took the key and went up to the second floor, the stairs were old, and there was not enough light in the hallway, so it looked a little dark. There are a lot of things pushed in the corridors, including bicycles, honeycomb coal, and daily necessities for various households, jars for pickled pickles, and large vats for pickled cabbage.

The breath of life is very strong.

Public toilets, communal kitchens, and no communal heating. Although it is a building, I heard that I have to buy my own coal and light a stove to heat it.

Fortunately, Song Yiran does not have high requirements for these hardware conditions, after all, she is a person who is used to seeing the prosperity of later generations! If she is really allowed to pick and choose, it is estimated that there will be few places in this county where she can live.

She quickly found Twenty-Seven, and found that it was a corner location, next to the doorway to the hallway window, which looked a little shabby.

Song Yiran opened the door and found that the room was surprisingly clean and tidy, and the window glass was wiped clean and translucent, and it seemed that it should have been cleaned before.

The treatment of heroes, it seems that it is not bad.

The room was empty, with only a single bed, and the wooden shelves looked sturdy, but the paint on them had fallen off. Visually, it should be a bed of 1.8 meters * 1.2 meters, which is much better than she thought before.

The house is clean, there is nothing, it looks like I have to buy a lot of things!

At this moment, someone suddenly stood at the door and knocked on the door, Song Yiran turned around and saw a woman about forty years old who was very well dressed.

The clothes she wore were all new, tweed tops, khaki trousers, and cowhide shoes on her feet. She combed her hair short, this hairstyle is equivalent to the head of a student in later generations, and there is a very popular name in this era, called No. 5 head, although it does not match her age, but it suits her very well, which is impressive.

The woman has a very good figure, and her skin is fair, but the lines at the corners of her eyes and the corners of her mouth are slightly drooping, revealing her age.

"You are ......"

"Your surname is Song?" The woman's voice was very good, although her expression was zero, but there was no contempt and malice in her eyes, and she should be a person who could be contacted.

"Yes. ”

"I live diagonally across from you, 105, surnamed Qian. ”

Song Yiran nodded, "Hello!"

"I don't like to be noisy, you live alone, it's best not to bring friends over, even if you bring friends over, I hope you don't make noise and talk loudly, everyone won't look good at that time." ”

Before Song Yiran could say anything, the surnamed Qian turned around and left.

What？？？

Song Yiran laughed and laughed, this is too unfriendly, isn't it?

Later, she learned that her new neighbor was not only clean, obsessive-compulsive, but also staunch celibate, in his forties, had not started a family, and he was very carefree.

In this era, if you are not married at the age of twenty-four or five, you are already an old youth. People who are single and don't have a family have to bear so much pressure!

Don't say it, just for this point, Song Yiran admires that Qian Yuan, who lives a really chic life.