A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

As dawn broke, a slight chill was already in the air in Beijing at the end of September.

White steam billowed from the large steamer in the kitchen of the second canteen.

"Master Nan, how long until the steamed buns are ready?" Jiang Xia, his eyes red and swollen, was drooling from the aroma.

There was nothing he could do. He had been running the analyzer all night and had eaten half a pound of sugar, leaving Jiang Xia with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Nan Yi, standing in front of him, wasn't much better off, yawning incessantly.

Being woken up in the middle of the night to make a midnight snack is incredibly unpleasant. By the time I finished preparing that midnight meal, it was already dawn.

Nan Yi simply started preparing breakfast for the cafeteria.

"Almost there, almost there! Hey, Engineer Jiang, have you had any results from tonight's work?"

Jiang Xia took another deep breath, trying to use the fragrance to relieve her stomach discomfort, but why did she smell a Chinese medicine scent?

"It's out! The results are quite good. But you'd better not spread it around for the next few days, or Wang Kui might come looking for trouble!"

Nan Yi nodded in understanding. In fact, he had already heard the gist of what the chefs at the dinner table had said. Having learned his lesson once, Nan Yi decided to keep his mouth shut.

Jiang Xia, having devoured six steamed buns in a row, counting "1, 2, 3, 4," was finally satisfied.

I'm planning to go to the stockpile area to find a few DN30 iron pipes, then haul a few machines back to Jiangjia Village.

Just as he was about to leave, Nan Yi took out a medicine pot: "Engineer Xiao Jiang, could you please take this medicine pot to Dr. Ding at the clinic for me?"

"I told her I wouldn't lend it, I wouldn't lend it. She said I was interfering with her treatment of her patients..."

"There was nothing I could do, you know I made a mistake... I lent her the money, but she left right after I finished!"

Nan Yi looked aggrieved.

"You say this doesn't make sense! Please take this pot with you!"

Jiang Xia sniffed the aroma and realized it was exactly the same as the drink Ding Qiunan had given him, and he immediately understood.

If it were for someone else to drink, no one would accept it, but since it's for Jiang Xia himself, there's nothing wrong with accepting it.

It's important to know that, in general, people believe that medicine pots should not be lent out, especially those specifically used for decocting medicine. This is because medicine pots symbolize "illness and misfortune," and borrowing one might be seen as taking on someone else's illness, which is considered unlucky.

It's likely that Nan Yi was terrified of what he'd been through recently, which is why he reluctantly lent out the medicine pot. But once you lend it out, you have to take it back; otherwise, leaving someone else with your "illness" is unreasonable.

Thank goodness it was Nan Yi; if it were someone else, they probably would have slammed the medicine pot onto Ding Qiunan's head.

Nan Yi was stupid; could he have brought the medicine pot along? If it weren't for Jiang Xia, that medicine pot would have been dumped on his head too.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia took the medicine pot, took out a handful of loose bills, neatly stacked them one by one, and put them into the pot's large belly.

"Master Nan, this medicine that Doctor Ding brewed seems to be for me. Thank you for your trouble."

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine pot with both hands and raised it to Nan Yi's chest.

Nan Yi was somewhat surprised by Jiang Xia's actions.

But having some background, he only paused slightly. Then he straightened his chef's uniform, took a step back, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"May the Lord's family be well!"

Then he reached out and carefully took out the money, stuffing it into his pocket without counting it.

Then the two turned around and walked away, and Nan Yi did not look back.

Jiang Xia weighed the medicine pot in his hand and casually put it in his bag. It seemed that Old Liu had prescribed him two days' worth of glucose; since he was feeling weak anyway, he might as well go for an IV drip to replenish his energy.

Arriving at the clinic, I knocked on the doctor's office door: "Is Dr. Ding in?"

The person who opened the door was an older woman. Seeing Jiang Xia knocking, she said somewhat irritably, "Knock, knock, knock! What time is it and you're already knocking!"

"Put the flowers over there, and the breakfast deliveries here. Dr. Ding hasn't arrived yet; if you want to wait, go to the door!"

"Young people are full of crooked thoughts every day. They don't work properly. Why are they trying to emulate Li Huaide?"

As she spoke, the woman twisted her waist and slammed the door shut with her buttocks.

"what?"

Jiangxia glanced at the wall clock; the hands pointed to 6:40.

A small table sits beneath the clock, on which sits a small vase filled with several fresh flowers. Some of the flowers have small notes pinned to them with pins.

There was a small table near the doctor's office, but it was empty and there was nothing on it.

Is Dr. Ding really that popular?

Jiang Xia held up a doctor's prescription, unsure whether she should knock on the door again.

"Haha, Xiao Jiang? What are you doing here!"

"You've come to visit Xu Damao too? That's really something, young comrade!"

Jiang Xia looked at the person who spoke speechlessly: "Deputy Factory Director Li, I'm here to get an injection."

The newcomer was Li Huaide, followed by Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu. What's gotten into these three together?

"Oh! Look at my memory! I forgot you're still sick. Why haven't you made the call yet? Is Zhang Hongmei slacking off again?"

As he spoke, Li Huaide strode a few steps to Jiang Xia's side, placed his hand on the door, and made as if to knock.

He casually asked, "By the way, how's the thing you guys were working on yesterday coming along?"

Jiang Xia thought about it. After all, the other party was the deputy factory director, and there was no way to hide it from him. It was just a matter of sooner or later that he would find out.

I gave a brief explanation of the situation.

However, the diesel engine was described as the power system of the drilling rig. The focus was on the successful development of the drilling rig.

No problem, after all, the project proposal from the Ministry of Machinery Industry is for "well drilling rigs". And Jiangxia is an "honest and trustworthy young man", without quotation marks!

"So, after we get the injection, we plan to conduct field testing."

"Excellent! You truly are a young engineer trained by our factory! I will recommend you for commendation from the factory and the machine department!"

"I'll arrange for the publicity department to interview you later, and we'll definitely make sure to give it a big shout-out over the loudspeaker!"

As he spoke, Li Huaide finally knocked on the door.

"Zhang Hongmei, come out quickly and give our engineer an injection!"

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Jiang Xia was assigned a bed by the window by Head Nurse Zhang.

As she skillfully hung an IV drip for Jiang Xia, she couldn't help but nag.

"You unlucky kid, why didn't you say you came for medical treatment? You let Li Huaide gain a favor for nothing!"

That's why she's the head nurse; even with such a big needle inserted, she doesn't seem to feel much pain.

"Head Nurse, why did you let him do me a favor? All he did was knock on the door for me!"

Head Nurse Zhang looked around and then pulled the curtain shut.

"This child, you can even build a water pump, but how come you know nothing about human relationships?"

"If he does this, won't it make it seem like the lazy nurses are refusing to give their coworkers injections, and the deputy factory director has to get involved personally?"

"Luckily there weren't many people around this morning, or I might have gotten into a fight with him!"

Jiang Xia protested repeatedly, "Head Nurse, I just asked if Dr. Ding was here, and you kicked me out. I wanted to ask for an injection, but you should have given me a chance!"

Head Nurse Zhang blushed. "Ha, is that even possible? Others are known for their tough work, like shaving Xu Damao's skin."

"This sparrow, even when swollen, isn't as big as an 8-year-old's!"