Ning Shu had now been in Shanghai for a while, but she hadn’t gone to see Zhu Yanqiu. When she wasn’t working on studying basic military doctor knowledge, she was teaching Zhu Siyuan to read and count.
She would occasionally go to the hospital to work as an interning nurse and take care of patients. It counted as getting used to her identity as a doctor ahead of time.
Each day was very fulfilling. She was living for her own sake, not for the sake of providing for Zhu Yanqiu.
In all honesty, Zhu Suniang hadn’t lived for herself for single day her entire lifetime. She had been sold as a child to the Zhu family as a child bride, then spend every day taking care of Zhu Yanqiu who was younger than her. After the Zhu family fell in dire straits, she started working hard to support Zhu Yanqiu in his studies. Once Zhu Yanqiu obtained success and made a name for himself, her part was done and she was retired.
Zhu Suniang’s function was simply to raise Zhu Yanqiu and keep providing for him until she died. How horrible was that?
And Zhu Yanqiu had never acknowledged her.
Ning Shu put on the nurse uniform, placed the hat on her head, covered her face with the mask, then stepped into the ward. She saw that there were quite a lot of students inside wearing Chinese tunic suits and there were also a few female students.
The moment Ning Shu saw this situation, she knew what had happened. Some ambitious youths had marched on the streets again with their banners and had gotten into a fight with the patrolling police. Every single one of them had gotten beaten up.
Furthermore, Ning Shu saw someone she knew. She never imagined that she would meet Zhu Yanqiu in this way, as a patient and a doctor.
Ning Shu glanced at Zhu Siyuan who was obediently sitting on a chair and reading. Child, come over here and take a look at this old coot of yours.
Ning Shu walked towards Zhu Yanqiu and sized him up. Zhu Yanqiu had fair skin, well-defined features, and looked very handsome in his tunic suit school uniform. He had the refined aura of a scholar. The Zhu Yanqiu of Zhu Suniang’s memories still had very immature looks, but as of now, his looks had already become more mature.
However, right now his face was bruised all over and his lips were cut. Several buttons had even been pulled off his shirt.
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Ning Shu was just about to speak when a female student came over and said, “Yanqiu, are you all right?”
Yanqiu!?
So intimate!?
Ning Shu looked towards this female student. She had a classic student bob haircut, fair white skin, gentle facial features, and her almond eyes contained unswerving determination. It was obvious from the look of her that she was someone with ideas. Her gaze contain worry as she looked towards Zhu Yanqiu. “Does it hurt a lot? You shouldn’t have stepped in front to shield me back then.”
“It’s fine. It’s better for me to get injured then you. It’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt that much.” Zhu Yanqiu consoled the female student gently.
“Don’t do this again. It’ll make me worry.” The female student pressed her lips together. “I’ll protect myself properly.”
Zhu Yanqiu took the girl’s hand. “A girl like you won’t be able to beat them. They have guns and military batons too.”
Ning Shu lifted her brows as she took in their interaction. This female student was probably Fang Feifei. She was indeed pretty and filled with energy. She was on a completely different level compared to Zhu Suniang who spent her days heaving around a carrying pole to sell tofu.
Fang Feifei had a simple and elegant aura and the unswerving determination and stubbornness in her eyes made people feel that despite her petite frame, her body concealed enormous energy.
Zhu Yanqiu kept the fact that he already had a wife and a child from Fang Feifei.
Ning Shu coughed. When Fang Feifei turned around and saw Ning Shu, she hastily said, “Nurse, please take a look at his injuries.”
“Let me see.” Ning Shu turned Zhu Yanqiu’s face to the right, then to the left, before saying mildly, “He’s fine, it’s just some scrapes. He’ll be fine once I apply some medicine.”
As Ning Shu spoke, she opened a bottle and use tongs to dip a cotton ball in the medicine. Her lips curled, then she pressed it hard against the corner of Zhu Yanqiu’s mouth. Zhu Yanqiu immediately cried out in pain and covered his mouth as he inhaled sharply.
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