Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1991 - 1748: Surprisingly Accurate

Zheng Qu walked stiffly into the room, awkwardly exchanged pleasantries with the leaders, and then lay rigidly on the therapy bed, staring blankly at the steel frame beneath the bed.

At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind:

What was the name of that app Xue Ying mentioned? He should download it himself later.

As for Secretary Wang’s suggestion for Xiao Zheng to diligently assess the development of the village, identify the highlights, and determine what needs improvement...

If this were at work, Zheng Qu would have been thrilled, feeling that a promotion and raise were just around the corner!

But now it’s vacation time...

In the other room, Huo Xueying watched Doctor Xiaoguo set up the moxibustion stand. She giggled for a long time as she lay there and then half-raised herself to fiddle with her phone:

"I feel like this fortune teller is quite accurate. What do you think about that whole selling luck coins and gourds downstairs? Should I buy one?"

Doctor Xiaoguo: ...I have to earn my money honestly with a degree and skills, but why is it so easy for others to make money?

Jealous!

...

The leaders and Secretary Wang’s moxibustion session concluded punctually at 8 o’clock. Driver Niu still had a few minutes left, but he had already started to snore thunderously.

It’s hard to say if the medicinal pills were effective, but the benefits of the moxibustion were certainly evident.

"Let him sleep." The leader advised, "We can stroll around the village, and when he wakes up, he can explore and maybe buy some local specialties."

Tagging along with them, spending money felt inappropriate, yet not spending it also seemed awkward.

As they stepped out, they encountered the newly hired Doctor Wu and two nurses donning their white coats. Seeing someone cutting in line didn’t surprise them; they just asked:

"What’s for breakfast today?"

"I heard it’s green bean and pork belly stew noodles, complemented by wolfberry leaf and egg soup..."

"The smoked ribs from the other day were really delicious! When will they be made again?"

Chit-chatting didn’t hinder the trio’s work; one nurse organized the medicines and environment, while the other tidied up the therapy room.

Dr. Wu efficiently stood in the clinic courtyard:

"Come on, folks! If you don’t need traditional treatments, those who need shots, infusions, or wound cleaning, queue up over here..."

The leader watched with interest but noticed that despite the young doctor’s efforts, only three people hesitantly moved over to him.

But looking at his calmly composed expression, it was clear he was used to this.

The leader couldn’t help but wonder: why doesn’t everyone seem to trust this doctor? Is it because his skills aren’t up to par?

Secretary Wang diplomatically asked, "Why are there so few people on this side? Does everyone prefer traditional Chinese medicine?"

Dr. Wu, his credentials higher and skills stronger, shook his head:

"Most of Doctor Xiaoguo’s patients come through friends’ recommendations or are returning patients who drive specifically to see him. The people I see are mostly locals from nearby villages, including our own."

But the base population isn’t large, so there are even fewer patients.

Though he didn’t know who these two people were, anyone who could get Doctor Xiaoguo to start work early must have close ties.

So he answered, "People here with minor ailments like headaches or colds just self-medicate. They don’t even bother coming to the clinic."

However, he wasn’t idle either.

For the few patients needing infusions or clean-up, once he finished, he’d head over to assist Doctor Xiaoguo.

He glanced at his own hands.

Back then, he had diligently practiced procedures on anatomical specimens, spending sleepless nights knotting pigskin.

But the reality is, without Doctor Xiaoguo, he might have ended up applying for a clinic job, or even switched careers to pharmaceuticals.

In any case!

Young people today should take it easy when necessary. Now, with some free time, he could focus on his papers, and maybe one day he’d publish!

His optimistic attitude was infectious to Secretary Wang and his party.

Just as they left the clinic, Secretary Xiaozu was waiting at the door: "Leaders, want to check out the orchard on the mountain? There’s a live peach-selling event today as well."

As she spoke, she held up a bag: "I borrowed two sun suits and large straw hats from Uncle Song. There are twigs and bugs in the orchard, and short sleeves aren’t convenient."

Such attention to detail!

Secretary Wang immediately took them, handing one over to the leader, and then asked, "Are we heading up the mountain now?"

Secretary Xiaozu shook her head, noticing their water bottles were empty, and enthusiastically took them:

"Let me brew some cooling herbal tea for you leaders first. If you don’t mind, Song Tan and two of her friends also want to go up the mountain. We can wait for the car here."

The leader instinctively responded, "It’s not far, we can walk."

Secretary Xiaozu wasn’t about bluffing. Soon they’d be wandering the Peach Forest, overseeing such a large orchard and vegetable patch; there’d be plenty of energy-consuming activities.

"... Luckily there’s a dedicated sightseeing car on the mountain, I’ll have Captain Chen drive us up."

Ah, it’s just that leaders rarely come by.

If it were her grandfathers and their usual entourage, even spotting an electric tricycle would have them squeezing in.

Just then, at the door, Zheng Qu emerged, his footsteps still stiff.

Secretary Xiaozu silently stifled a laugh.

She had inquired about her friends’ situation from Song Tan. Seeing this scene now brought some comfort to her heart — after all, on weekends, she wasn’t the only one facing the boss!

Huo Xueying also stifled laughter, not expecting that with her boyfriend’s new task, he’d have less time to accompany her.

But, even if she had anticipated it, it didn’t matter!

The most important thing at Song Tan’s home wasn’t having a big meal feast?

Whether her boyfriend accompanied her or not—well, having him around wouldn’t mean she could eat an extra bowl!

Just then, a green and white sightseeing tour car approached from down the road.

It had ten seats in total. Song Tan and Qiaoqiao were sitting there, and they easily had enough room.

The driver was Chen Yuan.

Another car had gone to Lun Chuan’s guesthouse to pick up Yun Feng and his group.

Their holiday plans were nearing completion, and they were eager to engage in every activity.

Speaking of peach-picking, no one would refuse.

...

For this reason, Song Tan hadn’t hired anyone to pick peaches today; she wanted everyone to enjoy their fill first.

After all, they were all meant for Boss Chang.

As Chen Yuan was about to start the car, he suddenly saw some young men running over from the roadside: 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Sis! Sis!"

Despite the early hour, the temperature was already high. They rushed over without even a hint of breathlessness, with only beads of sweat trickling down their foreheads.

Their faces beamed with enthusiasm:

"Sis, we’ve got nothing to do during the day and can’t engage in intense activities. Is there any work where we can lend a hand?"

Song Tan looked at their eager faces—youth is wonderful! How do they have so much energy?

She didn’t refuse: "We’re full up, so you folks will have to walk. The girls can get in the car. Let’s go up the mountain and pick peaches!"

"Yay!"

The college students jubilantly, as if landing a dream job, happily ran along the main road on such a sweltering day.