Time Travel 1997: the Veterinarian Takes the Laboratory Technician to Lie Down

In the midsummer of 1997 in the Northeast, it was as hot as a big iron pot. The ruins of the state-owned factory rusted into scrap metal at the bottom of the pot. The stench of sweat from gangsters and the smoke from barbecue stalls rolled through the streets wrapped in the wind. Yu Bei huddled in a dark clinic in an urban village, as thin as a wilted bamboo pole, with his paint-peeled gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, counting painkillers mixed with starch - the hands that should have been holding microscopes were now prescribing anti-inflammatory drugs to prostitutes, dispensing "miraculous medicine" to gamblers, and protecting the medicine shelf that was cleaner than his face when the gangsters were destroying the place. He always thought of the words of his medical school teacher. It wasn't until a piece of glass pierced his palm that he realized that the word "rescue" was cheaper than expired glucose these days. Then Song Yiren came. A seventeen-year-old medical school intern, dressed like a cream cake just taken out of the refrigerator, frowned at the moldy herbs as soon as she entered the door: "This stuff is too cheap to feed pigs." No one knew that this girl was an intern veterinarian from 2024, with a clear goal: to go home and lie down after completing the internship. But the lying-down plan got stuck on the first day: she saw Yu Bei squatting on the ground picking up fragments of the microscope, with disinfectant water and blood still stained on the back of his hands. "Hey," she kicked his bamboo leg, "If you don't take care of this, you won't even be able to cure pigs in the future." As a result, if the gangster comes to collect protection money again, he will be thrown out a tube of "tranquilizer for mad dogs"; ghost symbols "recommended to rest for three days" begin to appear on the fake medical records The wind was still hot in 1997, and the days were still bad, but with someone splashing in the mud together, it seemed that it was not so easy to choke to death. (Inspiration comes from Teacher Han Zhouyuan's Zaizai: Yu Bei)