The kitchen wasn't very sparse, with a swarthy clay stove and a long table, followed by rice bowls and scattered ingredients. Yang Zixi moved the haystack in the courtyard outside the house into the kitchen little by little, and made a decent bed out.

She wiped the sweat from her face and said to the sulking child who was squatting aside, "Ziqiong, come and sleep." ”

The daytime temperature in autumn is hot, but it quickly cools down in the evening, and the sunset has not faded yet, and it is already a little chilly. The child moved to the edge of the haystack, and seemed to choose a position far away from Yang Zixi to sit down, and after a long day's work, he suddenly squeezed out a sentence: "Twilight, my name is Twilight." ”

Yang Zixi was lying on the haystack with his arms on his pillow, almost falling asleep comfortably, when he suddenly heard her speak, and opened his eyes in surprise: "I still can't speak when you can!" It turned out that I didn't want to say it. Okay, it's up to you, it's okay to call Zidui. As soon as the words fell, she suddenly came back to her senses and looked at Yang Zidui in surprise.

"You...... It's a boy? ”

Although the timbre of the men and women who have not changed their voices are very similar, they still can't hide from Yang Zixi's ears.

The boy lay down silently, turned his back to Yang Zixi, and seemed to have opened his mouth once in a hundred years, and he didn't plan to open it a second time. Yang Zixi smiled and shook his head, too, he was so beautiful that he mistakenly regarded him as a girl.

Yang Zixi lay back and pulled some hay to use as a quilt on her and Zidui's bodies, she didn't have a hard day, when she was in Baxstan, the conditions were not even as good as here, but at the moment she couldn't sleep. It didn't take long for Twilight's steady breathing to come from his side, and he quickly fell asleep.

What can a five- or six-year-old child worry about? Where would she be like this, there are a lot of thoughts.

The environment has changed too quickly, from the 21st century to suddenly falling into a space that I don't know what era Lu Dao is, from a skilled surgeon to a girl less than ten years old...... Yang Zixi tossed and turned, and it was difficult to fall asleep. In the haze, she felt as if she had entered another world.

Long hallways, white walls, and labels on every room.

The familiar smell of hydrogen peroxide is undoubtedly a hospital.

Emergency room, CT room, ward, pediatric nursery room, intensive care unit...... Instruments, medicines, surgical utensils......

I'm afraid that the top first-class hospitals in the capital of the Celestial Empire don't have such conditions, right? It's a doctor's paradise!

Yang Zixi reached out to touch an MRI machine, which was the latest 'holographic imaging' resonance instrument, which she had only seen in brochures in her previous life. However, before she could touch the machine, she heard a sharp prompt in her ear: the healing value is insufficient! Not enough healing!

Heal value? What's that?

Yang Zixi suddenly noticed that there was an extra progress bar on the instrument, which marked the healing value, and the pointer was pointing to the 0 position at the moment.

Do you need to accumulate merit in exchange for rewards? Yang Zixi suddenly felt a little funny, this dream was really weird.

She visited each room one by one, not only did there be the most advanced equipment, but even some of the equipment that Yang Zixi had never seen and could not be named. It's a pity that there is a progress bar on each one, and the position of the pointer points to O, as long as she wants to touch it, she will call the police.

The same goes for medicines, which are locked in a cabinet with a label and a progress bar on the cabinet; Even the most common things, such as scalpels and stethoscopes, need to be exchanged for healing points.

Well, it's a dream anyway, although it's a dream that can only be done and addicted, for a medical madman like Yang Zixi, even if it's addictive.

She looked through every operating room with great interest, and finally found a small piece of suture that had fallen out of the door next to a cabinet where surgical instruments were displayed.

Sutures? Isn't Twilight's wound just in need of stitches? Is it thinking about it day and dreaming at night? Remember the sutures even in your dreams?

Curiously, she reached out to tug at the thread, but this time the alarm did not sound.

The sutures were pulled out with the curved needle at the top, and Yang Zixi played with it in his hand for a while, thinking it was very interesting. This dream is so strange that even the touch of a metal needle is so real.

Just as she was about to close the sutures, her eyes suddenly went dark, her body shook, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Sunlight was shining through the paper-mâché window of the kitchen and was shining on her face.

When she woke up from the dream, she blinked her eyes, and Yang Ziwei was still snoring beside her, quietly asleep.

Yang Zixi was just about to turn over and sit up, when suddenly her finger was pricked, she suddenly withdrew her hand and found the sutures wrapped around her fingers. Yang Zixi was stunned, what a suture! There are also curved pins, and even the model is exactly the same as the one in the dream!

Isn't it a dream? Is it real?

If the stitches in the hand are real, what about the hospital full of instruments? Why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?

After thinking for a while, but didn't come up with a clue, Yang Zixi was not ready to waste any more time. Zi Du slept very deeply, but the wound on the forehead was still faintly oozing blood, although it would not lose too much blood, but the wound was difficult to heal and could easily cause infection, and now she has sutures, which is naturally a good thing.

Even if there are suture needles and threads, they must be sterilized first. However, in the kitchen behind the old teahouse, where are the conditions for disinfection? Yang Zixi looked around and finally turned his gaze to the stove in the kitchen.

Boiling it in hot water should be enough, right?

She got up, walked over to the stove, and looked back and forth for a moment, but she couldn't figure out how the thing was making a fire.

The stove is made of green bricks, it is very large, with three stoves, the left and right sides are pot stoves, and the middle is a steaming drawer. There are three holes directly in front of you, and I don't know what the road does. Yang Zixi hooked his neck and looked inside, and saw the remnants of the ashes. She thought about it, then took a handful of straw and filled it into the hearth.

I scooped water from the outside tank, poured it into the pot, and laboriously put the heavy lid on tiptoe, and the rest was to boil the water, but the question was what to light the fire? Yang Zixi circled around the stove, at a loss, do you still want to drill wood to make fire? Stumble! She's not primitive!

Finally, in the corner next to the stove, Yang Zixi found two flints, and with great effort, she finally rubbed the heat and lit the straw.

The flames trembled and lit slowly, but the straw was really not burned, and it turned into ashes as soon as the fire was lit, and Yang Zixi hurriedly stuffed another ball of straw into it. The kitchen was full of wood, but it was all large and unchopped, and with her small size it was clear that she could not divide it into small pieces large enough to fit into the hearth.

In this way, while burning and continuing the fire, the small half pot of water burned most of the straw, the small kitchen was full of smoke, Yang Zixi was busy sweating, coughing and panting.

Zidui was choked awake, he rubbed his eyes, glanced around, and saw Yang Zixi, who was working poorly, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, revealing a very disdainful expression.