Reborn in 1985 I want to leave the house with nothing

Cheng Zhiqian asked Li Qiumei with a half-smile: "You're going to join in the fun even with a cane?

Aren’t you afraid of getting hurt again?

Can you change this bad habit of yours?"

Li Qiumei said bluntly: "It can't be changed."

Cheng Zhiqian frowned and strode past Li Qiumei into the ward, picked up the lunch box and left.

Li Qiumei quickly stopped him: "Cheng Zhiqian, please don't send me food tomorrow. I can buy it myself."

Cheng Zhiqian turned around and looked at her coldly: "Li Qiumei, are you trying to draw a line?"

Li Qiumei shook her head: "I'm just worried that you'll bother that Xiao Wu again. I'd be embarrassed."

"That's my business." Cheng Zhiqian walked away with an unhappy look on his face.

Alas, Cheng Zhiqian is also stubborn.

As soon as Li Qiumei lay down, Lin Zhiya came.

"Where's Zhiqian?"

"Doctor Lin, he just left. You can still catch up with him if you go out now."

Lin Zhiya smiled and said, "No, I looked at your injury report and the burns are quite serious.

Now it's inflamed again, so I'll have to get more fluids for a few more days."

"Thank you Dr. Lin!"

"You're welcome. I see your hometown is Beishan County. I went to high school there."

The two chatted for a few minutes and both felt depressed.

Lin Zhiya didn't know how to describe Li Qiumei.

Although she was a village woman, she seemed to be literate.

Although she is educated, she talks like a country woman, rambling and making it difficult to grasp the main point.

After chatting for a while and saying a lot, this woman still didn't know what the relationship between Cheng Zhiqian and her was?

Li Qiumei was also depressed. Do all these intellectuals speak so tactfully?

Don't think she couldn't hear it. Dr. Lin has been trying to find out the relationship between Cheng Zhiqian and her indirectly.

"If you want to know, just ask directly?

If she just asked directly, Li Qiumei would definitely tell her directly.

I hate people who talk in a roundabout way, and I just don't want to tell her and just talk to her slowly."

By the way, I am Dr. Mao’s patient, so how come Lin Zhiya can also see her examination report?

Could it be that she is Dr. Mao’s superior?

Well, I'll have to figure that out later.

Li Qiumei asked the nurse and found out that Lin Zhiya was indeed the director of their department.

Dr. Mao is only a doctor in the first department.

The next morning, Xiao Wu really didn't come to deliver breakfast.

Li Qiumei went to have lunch after finishing the injection.

It was dinner time, and Li Qiumei was about to go buy food. As soon as she arrived at the door of the ward, she met Lin Zhiya.

She also held a lunch box in her hand.

"Xiao Li, didn't Zhiqian come to deliver food today?"

"coming."

"where is it?"

Li Qiumei raised her chin: "Behind you."

Lin Zhiya turned around and saw Cheng Zhiqian carrying a lunch box.

"Zhiqian, you're here."

Cheng Zhiqian walked around Lin Zhiya and Li Qiumei and went into the ward.

"Zhiqian, after you finish your meal, I want to talk to you about something."

Cheng Zhiqian took out the lunch box: "Let's talk now."

"Okay." Lin Zhiya put down the lunch box in her hand.

When eating on weekdays, we put the lunch box on the bedside table and eat while sitting on the beds on either side.

Now, with one more person, Li Qiumei was just about to take the lunch box out when Cheng Zhiqian moved the only chair in the ward and said to her in an unquestionable tone, "Sit down and eat."

Well, you should be grateful for what you have done.

Li Qiumei sat obediently on the chair, while Cheng Zhiqian and Lin Zhiya sat on the beds on both sides.

No matter how you look at this picture, she is inserted in the middle and affects the overall beauty.

No one said anything, and Li Qiumei decided to concentrate on eating.

I opened the lunch box and saw that tonight's dish was pork trotters stewed with radish.

Take another look at Lin Zhiya’s, stir-fried pork with black fungus and stir-fried vegetables.

Li Qiumei sighed, no wonder she has such a good figure, she pays attention to healthy eating.

She would steal a glance at the two of them from time to time.

Cheng Zhiqian was eating with big mouthfuls, and it seemed that Lin Zhiya was organizing her words, looking as if she wanted to say something but was embarrassed.

Alas, that damn Cheng Zhiqian deliberately wanted her to stay here to watch Lin Zhiya make a fool of herself.

Li Qiumei quickly grabbed the pig's trotter and started to eat it. She wanted to finish it quickly and go out early.

Leave the stage to the two of them.

When Lin Zhiya looked at Li Qiumei for the third time, no matter how thick-skinned Li Qiumei was, she felt a burning pain.

She looked at the pig's trotter in her hand and for the first time she felt that chewing on it was not a pleasant experience.

Li Qiumei picked up the lunch box and ignored Cheng Zhiqian's stern gaze, and walked out on her own.

At the end of the corridor, there was a stone bench. As soon as Li Qiumei stopped, Chen Li and her parents came over.

Chen Li pointed at Li Qiumei and said, "Bad woman, this is where my dad and I came this morning, get out of here."

Li Qiumei smiled at her and said, "Little rascal, it's you again."

Seeing that Li Qiumei refused to leave, Chen Li ran over, pushed Li Qiumei's crutches to the ground, and kicked them twice.

Then she squatted down, hugged her feet and burst into tears.

"My feet, Dad, my feet are bleeding..."

Before Wang Lihua spoke, Li Qiumei sat on the stone bench.

"Your daughter pushed me down. My feet hurt now. If you don't leave, I will sit on the ground and cry for help."

Chen Zhenjiang picked up Chen Li and dragged Wang Lihua away.

Li Qiumei scolded Chen Li again: "Ugly."

Chen Li cried even louder.

Li Qiumei laughed out loud, but before she could open the lunch box, Cheng Zhiqian stood in front of her again.

"Are you done talking so soon?"

Cheng Zhiqian hummed, and then added: "I have nothing to say to her."

He picked up Li Qiumei's lunch box and walked towards the sink.

"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't finished eating yet." Li Qiumei muttered softly.

But Cheng Zhiqian walked away without looking back, as if he didn't hear anything.

Alas, what a pity for that half pig's trotter. I didn't even have time to take a few more bites.

When Cheng Zhiqian was washing the dishes, he discovered that Li Qiumei didn't seem to have eaten much of her meal.

When he came back from washing the dishes, he saw Li Qiumei still sitting in the corridor in a daze.

"Don't worry too much, this injury won't affect your walking in the future.

Doctor Mao said that I will recover quickly today."

"Oh, all right.

Did Dr. Mao say when I can be discharged from the hospital?

If you don’t leave the hospital, it will be difficult for your boss to deal with you.”

Cheng Zhiqian sat down.

"If you're so worried about your lame foot, shouldn't you get your foot fixed first and then think about other things?"

Li Qiumei glanced at her injured foot and said, "That being said, it's not easy to find a suitable job these days. I always feel it's a pity.

Oh, forget it, don't think about it, just get your foot healed first."

Li Qiumei stood up and said, "Cheng Zhiqian, go back.

I'm going to walk downstairs."

"Let's go together."

Cheng Zhiqian went in and picked up the lunch box, and the two of them went downstairs together.

Lin Zhiya stood in front of the window, looking at the two people downstairs, and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily.