Rebirth Seventy Little Spicy Daughter-in-law

Sheng Anning really didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two. When she came in with a lunch box, she saw the two people's expressions were a little strange, and felt strange: "Did something happen?"

Song Xiuyan quickly shook his head: "No, no, sister-in-law, Zhou Shixun will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I don't think there is any big problem with him. Let's go to dinner together at noon?"

Sheng Anning glanced at Zhou Shixun and shook his head: "No, I just made fish soup."

I still felt that there was something strange about these two people.

Song Xiuyan rarely insisted: "Sister-in-law, when you got married, I didn't go to the banquet, so why should I treat you to a meal? Save the fish soup for dinner."

Sheng Anning thought about Zhou Shixun's wounds and still hesitated. How could a patient run around before being discharged from the hospital?

Song Xiuyan seemed to see her confusion and advised: "It's okay. This small injury is nothing to Zhou Shixun. Don't think about it. On the battlefield, even if your intestines come out, you still stuff them back and continue fighting. We all

They are rough people, but they are not so particular."

Sheng Anning looked at Song Xiuyan. He had clear facial features and fair skin. He really didn't look like a rough man.

Zhou Shixun also agreed: "Let's go out to eat at noon. There is a state-owned canteen not far from the hospital."

What else could Sheng Anning say? She was not a doctor, so it would be of no use. Besides, even if she were a doctor, there were many disobedient patients like Zhou Shixun and Song Xiuyan.

When it was noon, I followed Zhou Shixun and Song Xiuyan to the nearby state-owned canteen.

The granite wall is inlaid with black words, Serving the People.

Today's meal is written in chalk on the small blackboard next to it.

Sheng Anning was still quite curious about this kind of canteen with a strong sense of age. It looked simple and simple. There was a large iron stove in the middle of the room. The fire was strong and the iron sheet of the stove was burning red.

They are all square Eight Immortals tables with long benches on the four sides.

After Song Xiuyan sat down, he happily ordered braised chicken, braised beef and three kilograms of dumplings.

Seeing Zhou Shixun sitting with a calm expression, Sheng Anning sighed in her heart again, awesome! Doesn't the wound feel uncomfortable sitting like this?

The dishes were served quickly in a small yellow enamel basin.

Song Xiuyan greeted Sheng Anning diligently: "Sister-in-law, try it quickly. The braised beef here is very good."

Sheng Anning looked at the beef that had been roasted in the thick oil sauce in the basin. She felt that it was not that the beef was delicious, but that in this era, any meat was delicious when boiled.

After picking up the chopsticks and not having time to eat, the table next door suddenly started to make a noise, and then someone fell to the ground with a thud, convulsing all over.

Song Xiuyan and Zhou Shixun stood up at the same time, and someone was already bending down to help the person lying on the ground to get up.

Sheng Anning took a look at the symptoms, and when he saw Song Xiuyan, he went over to help lift the person up, and shouted: "Don't move! Let him lie down flat."

He squeezed past and pushed away a few people: "Go and call the doctor quickly and tell him that the patient has symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage."

As he spoke, he gently protected the patient's head and asked him to lie on his side.

Song Xiuyan was stunned for a moment, then Zhou Shixun pushed him: "Go call the doctor."

The wife who was traveling with the sick man was so frightened that she didn't know Sheng Anning's identity. Seeing how understanding she was, she didn't dare to talk nonsense and just cried softly on the side.

Song Xiuyan quickly called the doctor and carried a stretcher. After a brief examination, he determined that the patient did have symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage. Fortunately, he did not lift the patient blindly.

Remove the patient quickly.

The guests in the hotel returned to their seats and began to talk quietly, while secretly looking at Sheng Anning.

Sheng Anning felt remorseful and was exposed again.

Whenever she encounters an emergency like this, she has no time to think about anything else. Saving people must come first.

Afraid that Song Xiuyan and Zhou Shixun would ask more questions, he ran to wash his hands and sat down: "Hurry up and eat, this meat looks delicious."

Song Xiuyan had a series of questions in his heart. Why could Sheng Anning know that the patient had a cerebral hemorrhage just by looking at him?

She also knows how to provide care and resuscitation, and remains calm when facing unconscious patients.

If this is not a doctor, who can do it?

But when Sheng Anning went to wash his hands just now, Zhou Shixun told him not to be so curious, not to ask anything, and to eat quickly.

Although I don’t know why, there must be a reason why Zhou Shixun said he wouldn’t ask questions.

Fortunately, neither of them asked, and Sheng Anning finished the meal easily. Just as Song Xiuyan said, the chicken and braised pork were delicious, and the dumplings were also delicious.

This was the best and most satisfying meal she had ever had in this world.

After returning to the ward, Zhou Shixun still didn't ask. Sheng Anning was relieved, thinking that maybe Zhou Shixun believed what she said and had studied medicine with her grandfather.

Early the next morning, Sheng Anning went over to help Zhou Shixun leave the hospital. Lu Yuanda came over to check the wound and found that he was recovering well. As long as he went back to rest, there would be no problem.

He also told Sheng Anning: "You must be careful when you go back. I know Zhou Shixun's problem, and you can't go to work until you get better."

Sheng Anning nodded repeatedly: "What else should I pay attention to?"

"No, this guy's thick skin and thick flesh will heal quickly. Just remember to change the medicine every three days and remove the stitches after a while."

Sheng Anning was a little confused: "When will the next time be?"

Don’t you have to tell me the specific time to remove the sutures?

Lu Yuanda didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "If I tell you the specific time, that kid won't come. He used to pull the stitches out by himself."

Sheng Anning was silent, okay, this elder brother is a ruthless person.

Then he went to the payment office to refund the money. When Zhou Shixun moved in, Zhong Zhiguo had already asked Song Kai to pay the money. Excluding the treatment that Zhou Shixun should have enjoyed, the total cost was less than three yuan, and more than seven yuan was refunded.

Sheng Anning signed and counted the money. She didn't expect the surgery to be so cheap at this time!

He rolled the change and bills together and went back and handed them to Zhou Shixun: "This is the returned money and bills. See if they are useful. I've also packed up the things. I'll go tell Liu Mei and the others."

Zhou Shixun nodded, and after Sheng Anning went out, he unfolded the receipt in his hand, took a quick look, and his eyes fell on Sheng Anning's signature at the end.

His handwriting is thin and powerful, his strokes are smooth and graceful, and he looks like a free and easy person.

The mystery that had been bothering Zhou Shixun was somewhat solved. He remembered that when he and Sheng Anning received their wedding documents, Sheng Anning's handwriting was slender and childish, like a primary school student's writing.

A person's personality can be changed, but handwriting is difficult to change.

Therefore, Sheng Anning is not Sheng Anning, then who is she?

Sheng Anning went to say goodbye to Liu Mei and the other young nurses, which made a few of them reluctant to part with her.

Ask Sheng Anning to come back and see them when she is free.

Sheng Anning responded with a smile, but suddenly thought of the signature on the receipt just now, and instantly realized that something was wrong. The original owner's handwriting was completely different from hers.

Will Zhou Shixun recognize it?