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

Feng Qingxue was angry and funny, "Er Xiong, why are you so anxious?"

"Let's eat!" Lu Erxiong said confidently, "Are you ready? Are you ready? I want to eat!"

Feng Qingxue glanced at him, first gave him a small bowl of steamed rice, and then scooped some mutton bone soup from the pot and poured it on top of the rice, but placed the bowl on the stove.

"It's too hot. Let's eat it later!"

After listening to Feng Qingxue's words, Lu Erxiong nodded vigorously.

For adults, it is a blessing for children to eat.

Lu Jiang took a pair of chopsticks and said, "There is some meat on the lamb bones. Let me pick it off and mix it with the rice for the child."

Feng Qingxue hummed and watched Lu Jiang fish out the pieces of mutton bones from the pot. He washed his hands and, not afraid of burning them, began to tear off the meat bit by bit. He watched as the originally empty bowl was gradually filled with half a bowl of meat. Silk, dissatisfied: "I went to buy bones, and the bones were all smooth. I wish there was no shredded meat at all. How come you can pick out a small bowl of meat when you buy it?"

Although it’s not much, it’s better than nothing!

Lu Jiangdao: "The pork bones you bought last time were not that smooth."

Feng Qingxue smiled, touched the bowl, and felt that the mutton soup with rice was no longer hot, so she mixed some mutton and fed it to Lu Erxiong. When he was full, she raised her voice and called Lu Tianzhi and the others to come over and serve the rice.

The reason why I fed Lu Erxiong first was because I was afraid that he would cause trouble, and he couldn't feed the triplets at once.

The color of the mutton bone soup that was cooked for the first time was not that white, but it was delicious when soaked in rice. It was paired with a large pot of fried cabbage on the table. Everyone ate very happily. Lu Erxiong couldn't help but eat several more bites. , simply a little pig.

Xibao likes to eat sheep brains. Lu Jiang specially split the sheep's head open and dug out the brain inside the skull, which made him smile happily.

Feng Qingxue ate a few mouthfuls by herself and fed Zhuangzhuang a few mouthfuls. Both mother and son drank rice with clear soup.

While I was eating, a nurse hurried over and said breathlessly: "Comrade Qingxue, Comrade Qingxue, Comrade Cheng Kun asked me to come to you. I want you to be the surgeon and preside over an operation!"

"What's going on?" Feng Qingxue was stunned. She didn't know the patient's condition, so how could she go directly to the operating table?

Do you really think the operating table is that easy to use?

The little nurse patted her chest and said, "This is a relatively urgent operation. The child fell and was very seriously injured. However, the doctors at our place were all doing the operation and couldn't get away at all. The first person to get off the operating table had to wait three days." For several hours, it was a major operation in progress, and the parents of the child have agreed to Comrade Cheng Kun’s suggestion!”

Why do Cheng Kun and Luo Zhonghua want to invite Feng Qingxue to return to the team? Not just because of the old leader's words, but because of the lack of talent.

When Feng Qingxue was in danger, Lu Jiang and Xibao waited anxiously outside the operating room.

Although Feng Qingxue studies every day and does not forget to practice using the scalpel, she has not had an operation for two years.

The child's mother, Niu Suhong, and her two daughters are also waiting anxiously. Her husband is away on a mission, and she is the only one at home to take care of the children. Now that her second daughter is undergoing surgery, can she not be worried? And the surgeon was Feng Qingxue.

Even though many people told her that Feng Qingxue was very powerful in the previous army, she could not help but worry.

This wait lasts for several hours.

When Feng Qingxue came out, the sky was dark, and the lights outside the operating room were turned on, just to increase the brightness slightly.

. . . Woohoo, I finally finished writing it, it took ten hours.