Quick Transmigration: The Leisurely and Sweet Life of a Support

None of the three had watches. Chongli looked at the sky and then turned to look at the two people beside him who seemed a little awkward.

"Don't be late for your first day of job transfer. The kids should all be here by now. I'm off now. I wonder how busy the clinic is today. See you at noon!" Chongli waved her little hand. There really wasn't time to chat today. Sending Feng Juan off had already taken a long time.

"Yes, yes, don't be late." Ding Qian finally snapped out of her excitement at Shen Luo waiting for her to go to work together and waved goodbye to Chong Li.

"Okay, see you at noon..." Shen Luo replied, and together with Ding Qian, they hurried towards the school along the side road.

The village clinic is really small, just two rooms.

When Chongli arrived, there were no patients in the clinic, and the only barefoot doctor in their village was sitting in the outer room.

Chongli has been here for more than two months, and has not been sick or visited the clinic.

The female doctor was probably in her forties. She looked at the heavy plow and immediately stood up from her chair.

"You must be Comrade Chongli, who was transferred to the clinic today. The brigade leader already told me about you. I heard you're a high school student? You want to go to medical school and become a doctor?"

Heavy Plow nodded. "Yes."

"That's spirited! Unlike us untrained barefoot doctors." He said, stepping forward to grasp the heavy plow's hand.

"My name is Cao Man."

"Hello, Dr. Cao," Chong Li quickly greeted him.

Dr. Cao laughed, “What we learn here isn’t as professional as what medical schools teach. I learned all my skills from the previous generation of barefoot doctors. The village is not like the city. Here, the conditions are not good, and the medicines are not complete. We can only treat minor illnesses.”

Dr. Cao was not one to keep secrets. Chong Li knew that at that time, barefoot doctors had limited medical skills and medical resources were scarce.

Like their clinic, they have a very limited supply of medicines. Dr. Cao carefully explained each one to her, which really impressed Chongli. It's not easy here; even the most common medicine, antipyretics, is scarce.

She knew of no other surgical medications; having a few bottles of mercurochrome was already considered a good thing.

The medicines used for treating illnesses mainly come from herbs collected by villagers, which are specifically used to treat minor ailments.

Very good. Chongli carefully took out his notebook. It's not impossible for a surgeon to learn some traditional Chinese medicine.

Which medical student didn't read a few books on traditional Chinese medicine at the beginning? Who didn't start by wanting to help people and save lives from the Compendium of Materia Medica?

Of course, for Chongli, all she wanted was to be able to reattach her legs herself when they were broken by the male and female leads.

The training materials provided by the health clinic posed no difficulty whatsoever for Chong Li.

Dr. Cao remarked that intellectuals are indeed different; they learn everything quickly, understand immediately, and can apply their knowledge to other situations. This is the kind of mind that gets you into medical school.

Dr. Cao was very satisfied, but it was a pity. Such a talented person was destined to develop in a wider world in the future, and he would have to find another apprentice who could stay. Sigh…

The clinic closes quite early; if there are no patients, they can just dry the herbs in the yard.

This is so much easier than working in the fields.

Shen Luo's elementary school let out earlier than hers in the afternoon. After all, many of the older children were also the labor force of their families. They would attend one or two classes in the afternoon and then be dismissed. The children would help cut pig feed, and the older ones could also go to the fields to help earn a few work points.

Therefore, Shen Luo and Ding Qian had easy jobs and earned quite a few work points...

Envy of everyone!

In particular, the two of them are now working together with the textbooks to integrate and fill in any gaps in their knowledge.

Nowadays, rural areas don't place much importance on education, which is understandable. Chongli looked at himself and realized that he had studied until high school before going to the countryside to farm.

With such a policy, will rural areas really value education? Since no matter how much they learn, they'll still have to farm anyway, so they might as well start farming now and earn more work points and get a bigger share of grain.

Elementary school didn't have the first to fifth grades of later generations. There was just one class for the younger students and one class for the older students... taught by two teachers respectively...

The goal is to ensure that children of all ages can understand and learn the lessons they teach.

Shen Luo and Ding Qian could only organize the content of the textbook. They got out of school early, so they had some time.

To avoid suspicion, the two did not spend time alone together, but instead tidied up in the courtyard where everyone was eating.

Heavy plowing finished his work early and came to fetch water, but they stopped him. Heavy plowing, carrying two jugs of water, stared blankly at the two of them.

What are you calling me for? Can't you see I'm carrying water? I finally have some time and just want to go back and take a shower. Is that so hard?

Ding Qian beckoned to her, "Zhong Li, come here!"

"Okay...okay..." Chongli had no choice but to carry the water and come to the two of them.

"Are you done with your work?" Shen Luo asked, a smile playing on his lips as he saw her reluctant expression.

Chongli put down the kettle. "Well, nothing much happened on the first day. Dr. Cao told me to come back early, but not as early as you guys."

She glanced at the numerous notes the two teachers had already taken and remarked, "You two are so diligent."

Ding Qian pulled her down to sit, saying, "Sit with us for a while."

"What's wrong?" Chongli looked around.

Ding Qian whispered, "Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Seeing that Shen Luo didn't say anything, Chong Li could only take out his notebook from his bag, open it, and start reading the pharmacological knowledge he had recorded today.

Shen Luo glanced at her, then lowered his head to add some more content for Ding Qian.

Ding Qian glanced at Chong Li's densely filled notebook and said, "Dr. Chong Li is quite diligent."

Chongli raised an eyebrow. "That's right. If you ever have a headache or fever in the future, you'll still have to come to me."

"Yes, yes, yes! Dr. Chongli, you must learn well and please don't prescribe the wrong medicine for me." Ding Qian covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't worry, the medicine I prescribed will definitely not kill anyone." The two burst into laughter.

The aunties passing by glanced at them a few more times. Well, that must be why Ding Qian had pinned her down here.

After Ding Qian finished laughing, she glanced at Chong Li's notebook and froze.

"Chong Li, how come your handwriting is so beautiful!" Ding Qian held the notebook in front of her and looked at it again and again. She was two years older than Chong Li, but seeing Chong Li's beautiful handwriting, she could only feel ashamed of herself.

Seeing Shen Luo's elegant and beautiful handwriting made her feel quite embarrassed. Her own handwriting could only be considered neat, but Chong Li's handwriting was truly beautiful, the kind that one could only write after practicing magic for many years.

Well, it's beautiful and elegant!

"Does a doctor need such beautiful handwriting?" Ding Qian was speechless. "I need to practice my handwriting properly!"

Shen Luo looked up, and Ding Qian proactively handed him her notebook. "Shen Luo, I put my notebook next to hers. She's more like a teacher, and compared to her, my handwriting is just like a student's!"