Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Faced with Feng Qingxue, Deng Hongling spoke candidly, "No, there’s been no news about my brother. If there were any, whether he’s alive or dead, my heart wouldn’t be hanging in mid-air all the time."

"No news is good news," Feng Qingxue comforted.

Deng Hongling nodded. She could only comfort herself this way to keep living with her nephew.

"Doctor, has Xiaowo’s fever gone down?"

Feng Qingxue touched Deng Wu’s forehead, "The injection time is too short, so it hasn’t gone down that fast, but it’s not as hot as when I first came. Take good care of him, and I’ll come back before I leave this afternoon to give him another injection."

Saying that, Feng Qingxue took out a few small paper packages and a pen, wrote down the names of the medicines, their uses, and dosages on the paper, and stuffed them into Deng Hongling’s hand, "These are anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines. Give them to Xiaowo three times a day on time. You have a share of the anti-inflammatory medicine; remember to take it, doubling the dosage to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed."

Deng Hongling was grateful to the point of tears, holding the medicine packages with both hands, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."

Feng Qingxue put her mask and scarf back on, adjusted her Lei Feng hat, picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, leaving the thermos filled with porridge on the table, "I’ll leave the thermos here with you; there’s still half a bucket of porridge inside. Take good care of Xiaowo, give him some porridge at noon before taking the medicine, and I’ll come back in the afternoon."

Without going anywhere else, she went straight to Han Ping’s workplace.

After Han Ping married Liu Yan, Liu Yan applied to transfer from the military hospital to a local hospital, and Han Ping also smoothly entered the Armed Forces Department. The couple, with their chubby son, were living quite well. Upon seeing Feng Qingxue, Han Ping’s attitude was overly enthusiastic.

"Doctor Feng, what a rare visitor, what a rare visitor." Han Ping quickly invited her in to sit and poured water swiftly.

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Feng Qingxue didn’t waste words with him, smiling, "I only come to the Three Treasures Hall for a reason, Xiaohan, I have something to ask for your help with."