Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

After class, Liu Xiangyang was tidying up his lecture notes when Wang Dazhu came over to speak, but was interrupted by Sun Famiao's voice.

"Liu Xiangyang, come with me for a moment."

Liu Xiangyang looked up and saw Sun Famiao standing at the door, holding the enamel mug, nodding at him.

He closed his notes and stood up.

Zhao Xiaoman glanced at him from the side, Liu Xiangyang shook his head at her, and followed Sun Famiao out.

There weren't many people in the corridor. Sun Famiao walked ahead at a slow pace. When he reached the stairwell, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Liu Xiangyang.

"What happened these past few days, did it affect you?"

Liu Xiangyang shook his head: "No, I only get to see Dr. Zhou when I'm in class."

Sun Famiao nodded, took a sip of water, and smacked his lips.

"That's good. Just listen to these things and don't take them to heart. You're here to learn skills, so focus on that."

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "I know, Dr. Sun."

Sun Famiao looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he lowered his voice: "The person who came last week might come again next week."

Sun Famiao's voice lowered even further: "You told me last time that you were confident you could completely cure it, was that true?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "Teacher Sun, I am 100% confident that I can cure him."

Sun Famiao stared at him for several seconds.

The look in his eyes was hard to define – it was a mixture of belief and disbelief.

"His condition is so serious that even the specialists at Beijing's 301 Hospital dare not treat it. Can you really cure it?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at him and said firmly, "Teacher Sun, I really can."

Sun Famiao looked at him for two more seconds, then suddenly smiled, a smile that held something indescribable.

"Okay." He patted Liu Xiangyang on the shoulder. "You'll come with me then."

After saying that, he picked up the enamel mug and walked away, but after taking two steps he turned back and said, "Xiangyang, when someone asks you how confident you are, you might not say you can cure it 100%, you know?"

Liu Xiangyang thought for a moment and understood. He nodded and said, "Teacher Sun, I understand. I told you that as long as you're confident, that's fine."

Sun Famiao patted his arm with a look of satisfaction: "Okay, go ahead, I'll call you when the time comes." After saying that, he took his teacup and left.

Liu Xiangyang stood there, watching his figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

As the afternoon class was about to start, everyone in the classroom was whispering about the new teacher, guessing whether she was male or female.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, entered, wearing a white coat and a nurse's cap, carrying a metal box in her hand.

She stood on the podium, glanced around, and smiled.

"Good afternoon, my surname is Zhang, and I am the head nurse of the nursing department. Your class's new teacher has not yet been decided. I will be teaching you for the next two days, and he will start teaching you once the teacher is selected."

People below were whispering things like "head nurse" and "woman".

Head Nurse Zhang didn't mind. She put the box on the table, opened it, and found several syringes, several bottles of saline solution, and a pack of cotton swabs inside.

"These past two days I've mainly been teaching you how to give injections and IV drips. These are the skills you'll use most often when you return to the village. Once you learn them, you can put them to good use when you go back, so everyone has to pass this test."

She took out a syringe, attached the needle, drew in some saline solution, pushed the air out, and a small stream of water emerged from the needle tip.

"I need a model now, who's up to be the model?"

There was a moment of silence; no one raised their hand.

"Don't be afraid, students. I'm one of the most reliable and best people in our department when it comes to giving injections. I guarantee you won't have a sore bottom."

Head Nurse Zhang glanced around and landed on Wang Dazhu, pointing at him: "That student, you'll do, you look pretty strong."

Wang Dazhu was still shaking his head, looking around to see who was being pointed at to be a model, when he finally noticed everyone was looking at him. He pointed to himself and asked, "Me?"

"Yes, you."

Wang Dazhu's face turned pale instantly. He stood up, leaning on the table, his lips trembling, and slowly walked towards the podium, those few steps feeling like he was going to the execution ground.

Seeing him like this, some people below started to snicker.

"Don't laugh at him. Look closely. These past few days, every one of you has come up here either to give injections to others or to have others give you injections." After saying that, Head Nurse Zhang told him to roll up his sleeves and expose his arms.

Wang Dazhu's hands were shaking as he rolled up his sleeves. Head Nurse Zhang took a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and wiped his arm: "Don't be nervous, I promise it won't hurt."

Wang Dazhu nodded, but his face was pale, his teeth were grinding, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Head Nurse Zhang picked up the syringe and gestured towards his arm. Wang Dazhu stared intently at the needle, his lips pressed tightly together.

When the needle went in, he shuddered. Nurse Zhang pushed the syringe, and the expression on his face looked like he was about to cry.

The crowd below burst into laughter. Liu Xiangyang, sitting below, also laughed, while Zhao Xiaoman next to him covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

After the needle was pulled out, Wang Dazhu covered his arm and ran back to his seat in a flash.

Head Nurse Zhang called out from behind, "The cotton swabs haven't been applied yet!"

Wang Dazhu ran back, pressed the cotton swab, and then ran back again, this time the laughter below was even louder.

Wang Dazhu sat down, looking at Liu Xiangyang with a wronged expression: "Xiangyang, there were over twenty people, how come I was chosen?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Because you look strong, you can handle anything if something happens."

Wang Dazhu choked for a moment: "Will anything still happen?"

"Just kidding, Teacher Zhang is getting saline solution, what could possibly happen?" Zhao Xiaoman said with a smile.

Next, Head Nurse Zhang called a few more people up and gave them one-on-one guidance on how to give injections. After everyone had taken their turn, the afternoon classes were over.

"Alright, tomorrow I'll teach you how to get a shot in the buttock. Everyone, please wear pants and come over, especially the girls. Class dismissed."

After Nurse Zhang packed her bags and left, the classroom remained filled with students chatting animatedly in small groups.

"I'm getting a shot in the butt tomorrow... how should I do it?"

"What else can we do but take off your pants?"

"Hehe, what about those girls in our class..."

The person speaking lowered their voice, but their eyes kept glancing back and forth between Zhao Xiaoman and the other girls, and the people next to them laughed along.

Zhao Xiaoman sat in her seat, her face slightly flushed. The other female students in the class were the same; some were packing their things with their heads down, while others pretended not to hear, but their ears were all red.

The discussion grew louder and louder, and several men huddled together, talking animatedly.

"Guess who Teacher Zhang will choose to be a model tomorrow?"

"It must be Wang Dazhu, right? Didn't Liu Xiangyang say he was strong and muscular?"

"Get lost, do you think a shot in the butt is the same as a shot in the arm?"

"That's hard to say, maybe Teacher Zhang will call roll..."

Lin Xue sat in the front row and remained silent.

She closed her notebook, stood up, and turned to look at the group of people.

The murmurs subsided somewhat.

Lin Xue glanced at them, her voice low but clear: "We're going to be doctors. When you're saving people, will you still distinguish between men and women?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment, and the men awkwardly shut their mouths.

Lin Xue didn't say anything more, picked up her things and walked out.

As he passed Liu Xiangyang, he paused for a moment, glanced at him, snorted, and walked away.

Zhao Xiaoman watched her retreating figure and muttered to herself, "What was she humming at you about? You didn't say anything..."

Liu Xiangyang chuckled: "How would I know? Maybe it's because I'm good-looking."

"screw you."

Liu Xiangyang stood up, packed his things, and said, "Let's go eat, I'm hungry."