"Big sister, what's wrong with you?" The eldest sister next to the bed happened to come in with a basin, and when she saw Anxin like this, she hurriedly rushed over and helped her, otherwise Anxin would have to hit the ground with the back of her head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

An Xin shook his head hard, bit the tip of his tongue again, sobered himself up, stood up straight, and threw a grateful look at the eldest sister: "Thank you, it's okay, I just feel a little dizzy, I'll just sit down and drink some water." ”

The next bed was a seventy-year-old woman who was hospitalized, and I heard that when she went downstairs, she accidentally fell and broke her bones, and at least two people were here to accompany her in the morning and evening.

Sometimes it's a man, sometimes it's a woman, and listening to their names, these people who take care of them are sons and daughters, and the brothers and sisters are very harmonious and humble to each other, which makes Qin Xiaoying envious.

Today, it happens that the two daughters are taking care of them here. A person who is more than ten years older than Qin Xiaoying, but he is still in good spirits and full of energy.

The other one is about the same age as Qin Xiaoying, and it was the one of the same age who helped her just now. However, the one of the same age is a man who lives in the city, and he does not do farm work, and his skin looks white, so he looks young.

She thought that Qin Xiaoying was older than her, so she called her eldest sister.

"This eldest sister, why don't you sleep, I'll watch it for you. Anyway, it's my turn to take care of these two hours, and I take care of one person and two people. Why don't you bring more people here, your man's situation looks very serious, there are still many things to do during the day, all kinds of inspections, where can you be busy alone, now hurry up and rest for a while, otherwise you will definitely be out of energy tomorrow. ”

Qin Xiaoying and Anxin share a body, this body fought wits and courage with the best relatives in the first half of the day, and was busy transferring to the hospital in the afternoon, and when he arrived at the provincial hospital, he was busy buying toiletries.

She lay on the side of the bed, squinted her eyes and slept for a while, after all, she was worried about something, she couldn't sleep, and her arms were numb after lying on her stomach for a long time.

At this time, she went to the toilet to brush her teeth with cold water, washed her face, and quietly drank the spiritual spring water brought out of the Time Photo Studio, and she suddenly felt a lot more energetic.

When it was almost early in the morning, everyone's hanging bottles were finished, and it was also the time to sleep soundly.

Anxin first went out with a thermos rice bucket, and then came back after a short time and put the thermos bucket at the head of the bed.

She looked left and right, and found that the two eldest sisters in the adjacent bed were also asleep, she took out the silver needle bag and began to acupuncture Liu Dahong's legs.

Because Qin Xiaoying is a simple rural woman, she can recognize a few words at most and be more advanced than others, if people find out that they have medical skills, it will not make sense.

So she has to be secretive, to make people think that the provincial hospital has good medical skills, so Liu Dahong can get better quickly.

She doesn't want any fame and fortune, and she doesn't care whose gratitude she has, she just wants Liu Dahong to get better quickly.

After a needle prick, An An was covered in a layer of sweat, and she quickly drank a small sip of spiritual spring water to refresh her fatigue.

The effect of reassuring acupuncture is still obvious, and the medicine in the big hospital in the province is definitely better than that in the town, after the sun came out, Liu Dahong not only woke up, but also had a lot of energy.

A warm pale yellow halo was projected from the window to the side of the hospital bed, which happened to shine on Qin Xiaoying's face, making her whole person shrouded in it, adding a layer of soft beauty, and Liu Dahong was stunned.

There had never been a moment when he felt that his wife was so good-looking.

Such a good-looking wife can't be someone else's wife, and his son is surnamed Liu, he can't imagine what it would be like to have another surname.

He wants to keep guarding, he wants to survive, he wants to survive well.

"Eldest sister, eldest sister, wake up, it's time to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, in another half an hour, you won't be able to play. The eldest sister of the next bed, a young woman named Zhang Ling, pushed it with relief.

"Thank you for the reminder, I have already had breakfast, I woke up at six o'clock, I couldn't sleep, I went to breakfast, I don't know what you want to eat, so I didn't fight for you. Anxin smiled apologetically.

In fact, there is not too much money in hand, if she has to pay for medicine today, she will have to open the skylight tomorrow, she wants to save a little.

"It's okay, we don't have breakfast in the hospital, my mother thinks the food cooked there smells of medicine, and I usually bring it from home. Zhang Ling also saw a little embarrassment in peace of mind, and hurriedly explained the situation to make her relieved.

Anxin got up to fetch water to help Liu Dahong wash, chatted with Sister Zhang Ling, and casually asked about the situation of their family, but I didn't expect that this old woman was really blessed and gave birth to seven daughters.

In the past, people laughed at the old woman for not being blessed, only giving birth to daughters and not sons, but now that she is sick, she knows that it is better for her daughter, and she takes turns to wait, all smiling, not fighting or grabbing, and her son-in-law is even more dedicated, and he will carry fruits to see the old man after work every day.

As he was talking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall and thin man wearing glasses, about the same age as Zhang Ling, walked in with a smile on his face carrying four thermos buckets.

"Mom, how are you feeling today?" asked the white middle-aged man as soon as he entered.

Mrs. Zhang also smiled so much that her eyes were bent into crescents: "I'm old, my bones are brittle, and I will break bones at every turn, so I've worked hard for a few of you." Jiang Song, aren't you going to work today?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Zhang Ling took the thermos bucket in his hand and replied: "Mom, you also know the nature of Jiang Song's work, you don't need to go to work every day, just complete the task." ”

Jiang Song glanced at Zhang Ling gently, and found that she had black green under her eyes, so she was very distressed, the actions between the two people were very tacit, and they knew that they were husband and wife at a glance.

"Replace me to guard my mother tonight, and you and your eldest sister will go back and sleep well. ”

Zhang Ling saw that her husband was so considerate, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey, so she agreed crisply, and began to clean up the venue, opened the thermos bucket, and got the old lady's share first, and they ate the rest by themselves.

It's not that Anxin wants to eavesdrop on their conversation, it's just that the hospital beds are too close to each other, and they don't avoid people when they speak, so Anxin's ears inevitably fall a few words.

I didn't expect Jiang Song to be the manager of a garment factory, no wonder he lives in a provincial hospital, and he is so picky, he must be rich and full of confidence.

You must know that when you go to breakfast in the morning, you are surprised, the richness of this breakfast is a hundred times better than that in the town, and of course the price is several times more expensive.

"Recently, the designers below have handed in several batches of design drawings of clothes, and the general manager is not satisfied, saying that it is not new enough, not enough to attract the eyes of customers, or old ideas. Having meetings every day, putting pressure on us, we also have a lot of headaches. ”

Zhang Ling said worriedly while eating breakfast: "It's too strict, in my opinion, those clothes are pretty good." There are only two designers left in your factory, and if the pressure continues like this, I'm afraid that there will be no one, and then it will be up to them to catch blind. (To be continued.) )