Lie and win in the chronology with space (MTL)

chapter 2

chapter 2

    Spring rain is as precious as oil, and the spring ploughing work of Qianjin Commune is also vigorously carried out.

    Jian Qingtong lost too much blood and had obvious symptoms of concussion. The doctor suggested hospitalization for observation.

    Jane's family was busy working on the production team, and they couldn't find any manpower to stay in the hospital to accompany the bed. They simply entrusted the nurses to take care of them.

    It's not entirely correct to say that, there are people from the Jian family.

    Jian Qingtong leaned against the head of the bed, looked blankly at Jian Qingyun who was squatting on the stool, and looked away in disgust.

    "Why are you robbing your sister again? She is sick and needs to be supplemented." The nurse pushed the door and came in, bringing a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

    After the rain, the temperature changed suddenly, and when it was warm and cold, many people were caught, and many patients came to see a cold and fever. In the hospital, a pot of Banlangen water can be fried at any time, and a bowl of two cents can be drunk, which is convenient and effective.

    The nurse made a new pot of medicinal soup, and took time to come over to check on the ward. Sure enough, she met the family member of the patient who was eating the sick meal after school, and said a few words to him angrily.

    Jian Qingyun picked out the fat and oily meat, and slammed two mouthfuls of stewed cabbage soaked in oil and water, her mouth was bulging, she rolled her eyes and replied:

    "She just loses money for a girl, she has a stutter. Just don't starve to death, eat whatever you want!"

    His tone was of course full of contempt, obviously he was used to saying it all the year round, or he was used to hearing it.

    The nurse couldn't care about empathizing with the enemy, so she glared at him unbearably:

    "If you have something in your mouth, don't talk, you can spray it everywhere."

    Jian Qingtong silently looked out the window, and her not so strong appetite became even more sluggish.

    Really, it's too careless, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

    Obviously, the current life is very peaceful, even comfortable, and there is no zombie chasing, just have a meal, why do it like this, is it deliberately disgusting?

    Jian Qingyun didn't care when he was told, he grinned, then picked up the rice bowl and snorted two big mouthfuls of dishes, and the rice bowl was bottomed out.

    He deliberately slapped his mouth and made a clear chewing sound, grabbed the big steamed bun with Erhemian, opened it and rubbed it in the rice bowl, dipped it in the dark vegetable soup, raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and sucked the snot that was not wiped off. Running away without looking back.

    "Oh, it's so dirty, why is this child dying?" The nurse saw his black and oily cuffs that were bristling with fringe, and the drawn eyebrows wrinkled even tighter.

    Taking another look at the empty rice jar with only two or three pieces of cabbage left, she picked it up with a sigh and said,

    "I'll get you another meal."

    She didn't rush to leave, but she could hear the shy and introverted patient on the bedside. She refused
in a soft voice: "Don't bother, I'm not hungry." The nurse asked with concern: