Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Wang Dazhu scratched his head and looked at Liu Xiangyang.

"Xiangyang, tell me honestly, do you know them?"

Liu Xiangyang chuckled: "Who could I possibly know? I've only been here for a day, I don't even know everyone in my class yet."

"And what about them..."

"They're probably looking for seats. Let's eat."

Wang Dazhu said "Oh" and lowered his head to eat his rice.

Suddenly a figure squeezed through and sat down in the empty seat next to Liu Xiangyang.

"Is nobody here?"

Liu Xiangyang turned his head and saw Zhao Xiaoman. She was holding a rice bowl, sat down with a thud, and smiled at him with her head tilted to the side.

The nurses were stunned for a moment, exchanged glances, and then awkwardly carried their food bowls away.

Wang Dazhu looked at the nurses who had left, then at Zhao Xiaoman, and opened his mouth as if to speak.

Zhao Xiaoman put the rice bowl on the table, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of food, and ate it with relish.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her: "Why are you sitting next to me again?"

Zhao Xiaoman chewed her food and mumbled, "The cafeteria is only so big, is this seat registered in your name?"

Zhao Xiaoman swallowed, looked up at him, her eyes crinkling: "What, did I bother you?"

"What are you bothering me about?"

"Sorry to bother you while you were looking for the girl." Zhao Xiaoman gestured with her chin towards the nurses.

Liu Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. "You actually know that?"

Zhao Xiaoman blinked: "Of course I know. Those nurses have looked this way seven or eight times since I sat down."

Liu Xiangyang followed her gaze.

Sure enough, at the table in the distance, several nurses were huddled together whispering, their eyes glancing in their direction every now and then.

He looked away and glanced at Zhao Xiaoman.

"Then by sitting here, aren't you ruining my chances of finding a partner?"

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

She stared at Liu Xiangyang, the corners of her mouth slowly curving upwards, a curving that she couldn't suppress.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and ate his rice: "Why are you staring at me? Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhao Xiaoman leaned closer, her eyes sparkling, and touched his shoulder. "You don't have a boyfriend?"

He looked up at Zhao Xiaoman's smiling face.

"How did this turn into a relationship topic? Besides, my mom won't let me find a partner here."

"Then there isn't one." Zhao Xiaoman smiled so much her eyes almost squinted.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her and suddenly laughed, "What, you're thinking of making a move on me?"

Wang Dazhu was completely dumbfounded when he saw the two of them start talking about dating.

Wang Dazhu looked at Liu Xiangyang, then at Zhao Xiaoman, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally managing to utter a sentence:

"What...are you two talking about?"

Zhao Xiaoman didn't even look up: "Children shouldn't ask about adult matters."

Wang Dazhu: "..."

Before the afternoon class bell rang, the classroom was already full of people.

The door was pushed open, and a young man in a white coat walked in.

He was in his early thirties, looked quite energetic, had his hair neatly combed, and his leather shoes were shiny. He held lecture notes in his hand and stood on the podium.

The classroom fell silent.

The man glanced around, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Good afternoon. My surname is Zhou, Zhou Zhiming. I will teach you Western medicine theory and medications for common diseases."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, in a businesslike tone.

People below started flipping through their notebooks.

Zhou Zhiming waved the handouts in his hand: "These are for you, one set for each person. They cover everything from colds, fevers, coughs, diarrhea, wound care, injections, and medication dosages."

He paused.

"Just go back and thoroughly study the barefoot doctor's manual. Anything not in the manual won't be on the exam."

Some people below breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Zhiming began his lecture.

It discusses the classification of colds—wind-cold and wind-heat—and the corresponding medications, adult dosages, and children's dosages.

He spoke very quickly, writing the names of the drugs on the blackboard as he spoke: Analgin, Paracetamol, Penicillin, Streptomycin...

"A skin test must be performed before using penicillin. If you fail to do a skin test and something goes wrong, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Some people below started taking notes.

Liu Xiangyang is also keeping a record.

Zhou Zhiming spoke for a while, then suddenly stopped.

"Let me ask you a question to see how much of what you've taken in."

His gaze swept around the classroom and landed on Liu Xiangyang.

"Hey, you by the window, what's your name?"

Liu Xiangyang looked up and said, "Hello, teacher, my name is Liu Xiangyang."

"Your name is Liu Xiangyang." Zhou Zhiming gave him a deep look. "What was the daily adult dosage of penicillin that I was talking about earlier?"

Liu Xiangyang stood up: "Depending on the condition, the dosage is generally 800,000 to 2 million units per day, divided into three to four intramuscular injections."

Zhou Zhiming looked at him, and after two seconds, he nodded: "Sit down."

Liu Xiangyang sat down.

Zhou Zhiming continued his lecture.

After a while, he called on Liu Xiangyang again: "What are the main adverse reactions of streptomycin?"

Liu Xiangyang stood up: "It mainly damages the eighth cranial nerve, which may cause tinnitus and hearing loss."

Zhou Zhiming nodded, his face expressionless.

"sit down."

A while later.

"Liu Xiangyang, how do I calculate the dosage of Analgin for a child's fever?"

Liu Xiangyang stood up: "Based on weight, it is generally 10 to 15 milligrams per kilogram per dose."

Wang Dazhu nudged Liu Xiangyang with his elbow and whispered, "Why does he keep pointing at you?"

Liu Xiangyang didn't reply; he just looked at Zhou Zhiming on the podium, and Zhou Zhiming was also looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Zhiming looked away.

Zhao Xiaoman also noticed something was wrong and leaned closer, whispering, "Xiangyang, why does this teacher keep calling on you? Did you offend him?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at him: "I don't know. This is the first time I've met him, and I don't know why."

"Is it because you look more energetic than him, and you did it on purpose?"

Liu Xiangyang chuckled: "Very likely."

Zhao Xiaoman blinked: "It's really annoying that you're the only one answering questions."

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Just order whatever you want, I've already memorized it all."

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

The training course was structured: mornings were for Sun Famiao's Traditional Chinese Medicine class, afternoons for Zhou Zhiming's Western Medicine class, and evenings for self-study.

Liu Xiangyang took notes, reviewed, and previewed every day. Occasionally, Zhou Zhiming would call on him, and he would always answer correctly. Gradually, Zhou Zhiming stopped calling on him as often.

It was a Saturday, and the classroom was busier than usual after the last class in the afternoon.

"Tomorrow's a day off! Finally, I can sleep in!"

"I want to go to the city for a stroll. It's my first time in Harbin. I wonder if the supply and marketing cooperative there has more stuff than the one in my county."

"Do you have industrial vouchers before you go shopping?"

A group of people walked out, chattering away.

Liu Xiangyang was tidying up his lecture notes when a hand reached out from the side and pressed down on his notebook.

He looked up and saw Zhao Xiaoman smiling at him.

"Comrade Xiangyang, are you free tomorrow?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at her: "What's up? Want to ask me out?"