Lin Qingyue stared at the ice on the beams of the thatched shed, and the last aspirin in her hand had melted into the enamel jar.
Outside the door, the production captain's loud voice cut into the wind and snow:
"The county assessment team is here! Lin Zhiqing, do you memorize all ten of them?"
She looked down at her palm - the system light screen was flashing a red warning:
[If children with severe pneumonia are detected, available medicine: ceftriaxone for children]
[Exchange requirements: Provincial advanced worker index × 1]
[You currently have: two frozen potatoes and one pay slip]
The broken wooden door of the health center was pushed open.
The assessment team leader adjusted his glasses: "First, take the penicillin skin test, 'measure one, two, look three...'"
"Wait."
Lin Qingyue suddenly stood up and took out a handful of shining silver from the inner pocket of her cotton-padded jacket——
Fruit candy.
"Team leader," she walked up to the child who was curled up in his mother's arms and coughing. Her voice was soft but clear, "I can memorize the theory later, but I'm afraid this child won't be able to wait until then."
The whole room's eyes widened.
I saw her peeling off the candy wrapper, stuffing the candy pill into the child's mouth, and pressing her fingers on the side of the neck seemingly unintentionally.
[System prompt: Vital sign monitoring has been started and will last for 30 minutes]
Outside the window, a jeep drove through the snow.
The car door opened, and the hem of the military coat traced a cold arc.
The first thing Lu Huaizhou saw was the woman's straightened spine amidst the room full of questions, and the stick in her ear——
In Beidahuang in 1972, disposable sterile cotton swabs should not exist.
