Stunning Check-in: A Carefree Life Begins in the Countryside

noon.

Xia An left the health center and had a meal with Wei Zhong at a state-run restaurant.

Wei Zhong exclaimed, "Brother Xia's teaching skills are truly remarkable!"

"Not to mention Mr. Zheng and the others, I also feel that I have benefited a lot."

"Don't even mention it, if I take your pulse right now, I might be able to figure something out."

Xia An smiled slightly, having anticipated this, and didn't take it to heart.

For nearly six hours that morning, he was practicing his divine communication and preaching.

This includes six doctors from the health center, along with Wei Zhong and Wang Jianbin.

First, we answered their questions and assessed their medical skills.

Then, I taught them how to take a pulse in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Occasionally, a patient would come in, and they would be used as a case study for direct analysis and teaching.

Not to mention others, even Mr. Zheng praised it highly and felt that he had benefited greatly from it.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't appropriate, I probably would have come along for dinner.

Xia An smiled and said, "Brother Wei, you flatter me. I feel that my explanation was just okay, as long as you can understand it."

"I can understand!" Wei Zhong laughed. "I feel that if Brother Xia were to teach me, I could even acquire a skill in medicine."

"Brother Xia, look at this afternoon..."

Xia An naturally understood what he meant, and quickly shook his head and smiled, saying:

"Brother Wei, I have something to do this afternoon and need to go back."

"I understand," Wei Zhong said with a smile. "After we finish eating, I'll find a car to take you home."

"Need not!"

Xia An quickly shook her head and said, "I'll go to the post office later to send some things home, and then I'll go back by myself."

"That won't do," Wei Zhong shook his head.

"How about this, you ride my bike back, I don't use it often anyway."

"Just ride it back for me next time you come to the commune."

"Really, there's no need," Xia An quickly waved his hand, shaking his head and smiling.

"Brother Wei, it's not far. I often go into the mountains to collect herbs. I can run there without even breaking a sweat, let alone walk there."

Hearing this, Wei Zhong smiled in agreement, "That's true, then I guess I'll just leave you be?"

Xia An shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

Wei Zhong nodded slightly.

After finishing their meal, Xia An said goodbye to Wei Zhong and turned to leave.

Wei Zhong watched his retreating figure and chuckled softly:

"This kid has real skills and he's truly dedicated to teaching; he's someone worth befriending."

With that, he turned and left.

After a moment's hesitation, Xia An went straight to the post office.

I didn't expect that before.

Now that I've thought of it, I've decided to come here and send some money and tickets to the Su family, mother and daughter.

Xia An filled out a remittance form and wired 300 yuan to the Su family mother and daughter.

Afterwards, he wrote a letter and tucked several national ballots inside.

Since this item cannot be shipped, this is the only way to resort to this illegal method.

It would be best if it arrived, but it doesn't matter if it gets inspected.

He handed the envelope to the postman and was about to leave when the postman called him back.

"Wait, comrade, you're a sent-down youth from Anping Village, right? Your name is Xia An?"

Xia An looked puzzled. "It's me, comrade. Is there a problem?"

The postman smiled and said, "I just saw your letter, so I'm just getting it for you."

Xia An was slightly taken aback, realizing that the time was about right and he might have actually sent him a letter.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, comrade."

"You're welcome!"

The postman shook his head and smiled, then pulled out a letter from beside him, along with two forms, and handed them to Xia An, saying with a smile:

"Here's a parcel slip and a money order slip; keep them safe."

"Thank you, comrade."

Xia An took the envelope and glanced at it; it was indeed written to him by Su's mother.

Upon arriving at the post office, he tore open the envelope and took out several sheets of paper.

The letter was divided into three parts, seemingly written to him by three different people, but it was put into one envelope.

Su's mother wrote a long, rambling message, the main point of which was that she had sent him some things and told him not to be stingy and to eat and dress well.

Xia An's eyes flickered slightly; she had never felt this kind of care from her mother in her past life.

Although this is not his mother!

He shook his head slightly and continued looking at the other two letters.

One of them contained only a strange and somewhat odd piece of text:

—I will take good care of Mom and my sister. You take good care of yourself. I'll wait for you to come back.

Xia An was slightly taken aback; this did resemble the way her foster sister, Su Lin, spoke in her memory.

But for some reason, he always felt something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Xia An shook his head and looked at the third letter, which was much more normal.

It was Su Su expressing her longing, with a mix of gratitude and reproach.

Finally, a note: Take care, brother. Mom and I are waiting for you to come back!

Xia An blinked, then took out Su Lin's letter again and glanced at it.

That's when I realized what was strange.

Su Lin's words lacked two main subjects, making it seem more like...

Xia An blinked. Something wasn't right. Was it just his imagination?

In Xia An's memory, Su Lin was aloof and serious, not the type to joke around, was she?

"Could it be that a word was missing?"

Xia An was slightly puzzled, but too lazy to think about it further, and placed the letter on the ninth floor of the spatial warehouse.

He glanced at the parcel slip and remittance slip, shook his head, and chuckled.

"Sigh, I told you not to send anything, but you still did."

As he spoke, his eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the amount on the remittance slip.

"Three hundred yuan?!"

"The Su family is lucky to have a thousand in savings these days, and they're just transferring three hundred?"

He murmured something, sighed softly, and gazed wistfully into the distance.

"Xia An, you're so lucky!"

He sighed, unsure whether it was in remembrance of the deceased "Xia An" or of himself.

Xia An shook his head, returned to the post office, refused to accept the money, and returned it.

He then retrieved the package and carried it out of the post office.

He went to the corner, threw it into the storage space, opened it, and took a look.

They found it consisted of food, clothing, and other necessities.

Perhaps his previous letter had an effect; the package contained items that were available in Beijing but might not be found in Heilongjiang Province.

But for Xia An, most of these things could actually be bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Only the pickled vegetables and sauces made by Su's mother could not be found in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Xia An's feelings were slightly complicated. She shrugged and turned to leave.

Arriving outside the commune,

A car suddenly stopped in front of him, and then a young man got out.