I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

Oops, why did I start thinking again... Don't think about it, don't think about it...

Chen Feng looked suspiciously at Sayuri beside her who was holding her nose, shaking her head and pursing her lips.

Why is Sayuri so strange today?

As if she had noticed Chen Feng's gaze, Sayuri returned to normal after a while. She looked at the long street in the town. The exotic buildings really gave people a strange sense of freshness.

"Speaking of which, I heard that Lord Feng seemed to have rescued a passerby who was in danger before he came? He even paid a large amount of medical expenses for free?"

"Um."

Chen Feng generously admitted that it's not surprising that Sayuri knew about it, after all, Yang Nai and Sayuri had always had a close relationship, and he also told Yang Nai who came over to have a meal about this matter, that he wouldn't mind if he knew about it. strangeness.

"It seems that Mr. Feng really likes medicine. He has worked so hard before entering university, but that major will be very hard."

Sayuri smiled faintly. She remembered that when she was studying at Dongda University, the seniors in the medical department seemed to be almost bald. Every day was either in the classroom or in the laboratory. Compared with other majors, it can be said that she was exhausted. .

She was even a little worried about Chen Feng's hair...

"Is it difficult? I think it's better to go to leisure. I still have a little foundation, and it will be much easier to learn."

"You can't say this to other people, otherwise...cough cough, forget it, the ones who got beaten were also other people."

Flicking through her phone, Sayuri found a few video creators she followed on a certain tube.

"I have also found many similar authors, but I don't know if their first aid methods are suitable."

"Really? Let me see."

Chen Feng tilted his body, and Sayuri looked tensely at the man approaching in front of him.

Seems...a little too close...

Chen Feng's gaze was always on Sayuri's mobile phone, he didn't notice that Sayuri's face was flushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even because Sayuri's hand was shaking so badly, he grabbed Sayuri's wrist to stop her shaking go down.

After quietly watching a few videos, Chen Feng nodded and moved back while Sayuri heaved a sigh of relief.

"There is no big problem with the measures, but some things are not clear. The first aid in your first video is not useful for ordinary bleeding. He should explain in more detail that this is the first aid plan for heavy bleeding, and his The first step is not clear, the first step must be to find the cause of the bleeding, instead of testing the blood type in a hurry. Also, don’t use hemostatic powder casually, otherwise send it back to the rear hospital, and the doctor there will see it Seeing such a wound might make you want to kill someone with anger. As for the pressurization of the bandage, there is no problem with the process, just remember to mark the pressurization time, otherwise it is easy to cause necrosis of the body..."

As the two walked towards Chen Feng, they pointed out the problems they saw bit by bit. Seeing that the topic was finally shifted away from her, Sayuri was finally relieved.

It's okay, okay, as long as you don't have a nosebleed, you can say anything.

Along the way, Chen Feng combined the contents of the video with the situations he had encountered before and made some improvements, which also mentioned many ways to adapt to the situation. Sayuri in the front can understand a little, but in the back, various medical emergencies The name of the instrument, Sayuri, has never even been heard before.

She could only nod and smile in embarrassment, feeling in her heart that Chen Feng seemed a little too professional, and he didn't look like a high school student at all.

But after thinking about it, it seems right. A person who can pull out a grenade from his trouser pocket doesn't seem normal at all.

She was still nodding mechanically, when she suddenly felt that someone had gently patted her head twice.

"Okay, here we are."

The two walked into an alley unknowingly, and in front of them was a house with an old plaque and slightly cracked walls.

There are not many snowflakes on the steps outside the door, and there are traces of cleaning on it. It seems that the owner or employees will clean it regularly.

In the alley, there are almost no people to be seen at a glance. This out of place room is sandwiched between the tall buildings, which really makes people feel rather gloomy.

This store does not have see-through glass on the walls like other bookstores, but looks very old-fashioned, which also shows that this store seems to be rarely visited by people.

After taking a breath, a white mist appeared in front of Sayuri, and she looked around with big eyes.

"It always feels a little inexplicably cold."

"Maybe it's due to the lack of people." Looking around, Chen Feng stepped into the bookstore.

No one came forward to inquire, the bookstore was empty, the bookshelves were very cold and silent, and there was no sign of human activity in the place used to read books for customers, only a drowsy old man at the front desk , There was a thick book in front of him, the text on it was in Arabic, and there were simple notes on the side, which seemed to record the old man's feelings and notes after reading it.

"Guest...Are you a traveler from abroad? Welcome to the store, but it's a pity that there are not many popular books here, and the two guests may be disappointed."

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The old man who seemed to be the store manager just raised his eyes slightly and then fell into a drowsy state again. It seemed that he didn't expect the two tourists from foreign countries to stay in his store for long.

Although Sayuri's language ability is not as good as Chen Feng's, she is quite proficient in Japanese, Chinese, Russian, English, and French. After hearing the old man's words, she was taken aback.

Isn't the bookstore making money? How can there be such a service attitude?

However, she didn't directly draw any conclusions, but quietly waited for Chen Feng beside her to speak. After all, she just wanted to go out with her alone, and she didn't really care about where to go.

"Is there any recommended bibliography here? Unpopular ones are fine."

"Turn right, the bottom shelf is on the fourth floor from bottom to top. That floor is specially organized by me. I like it very much, but it probably doesn't suit most people's tastes."

On the chair at the front desk, the old man's fisherman hat covered most of his face, and the hoarse voice came from him.

"Well, thank you very much."

Just nodding casually, Chen Feng walked in the direction described by the old man.

The air in the bookstore is filled with a faint scent of incense. With the cover of the gate and the protection of the walls, the temperature inside the bookstore is naturally much higher than the outside world.

It seems... there is only one person in this shop.

After a brief walk around, Chen Feng didn't see anyone other than the old man, but the dilapidated old bookstore was cleaned up, and the books were arranged on the shelves in the order they should be. The shelf is crumbling, but it still seems to be trying to spend the rest of its life carrying the books above it.

In addition to the numerous bibliographies, there is a painting on the wall in the deepest part of the bookstore that seems to be randomly splashed with colorful paints, sometimes lines, sometimes clustered, sometimes dense, no pattern can be found at a superficial look, it seems to be The work of a child's passion.

Chen Feng stared at it for a few seconds and then nodded slightly. Although he couldn't understand the painting, he could still feel the beauty of the combination of simple outlines and colors.

Beauty does not require knowledge to appreciate, but more of an expression and resonance of emotion.

Walking a few steps forward, the store owner pointed out a specially organized bookshelf. The style of the bookshelf has not changed much, but the place where the books should be written with classified letters is blank, and the sorting looks messy. Not the slightest sign of book classification.

Fairy tales, politics, economics, medicine... are messily and irregularly arranged on the top.

You must know that whether it is a bookstore or a library, classifying books by alphabet is the most basic thing. Sayuri also glanced at the books on other bookshelves, and it seemed that only the classification of this bookshelf was excluded.

'What a strange place...'

Sayuri had something to think about, but she found that Chen Feng's eyes had been scanning the bookshelf, as if he was still not sure what to read.

Sayuri casually picked up a fairy tale written in Russian on the bookshelf, and reminded:

"Mr. Feng, there are actually many ways to record stories. Even in fairy tales, you can find many stories that reflect reality, but they are hidden deeply."

"That's true, but you still have to filter it carefully."