Lu Jing really hadn’t expected Jiang Ye to eat his leftovers with such a nonchalant air that screamed "I don’t care who sees," right in front of so many comrades-in-arms.
It was Lu Jing himself who felt a little embarrassed.
Under the occasional teasing glances from everyone, Lu Jing reached out and tugged on the hem of Jiang Ye’s clothing:
"That’s what I’ve eaten, don’t eat it anymore," he said in a low voice.
Who knew that the other person would reply:
"I’ve eaten plenty of your spit already."
Fortunately, their voices had been kept to a level where only they could hear each other.
Lu Jing’s face was already burning:
He glared fiercely several times.
But to no avail, the man simply didn’t care and was all smiles.
Lu Jing couldn’t do anything about it, feeling really frustrated.
Just then, the fire alarm went off suddenly.
What had been a pleasant meal for everyone turned into an instant scramble to stand up, rush out the door, and run downstairs at top speed.
Before leaving, Jiang Ye gave the keys to Lu Jing, barely saying:
The whole thing didn’t last more than five seconds, leaving only a few women behind, Mrs. Qin, Lu Jing, as well as Wei Lin and Fu Xue.
Lu Jing was somewhat stunned, still not quite able to react.
At that moment, Mrs. Qin lightly patted Lu Jing’s arm:
"Little sister, you’ve gotta get used to this early. This sort of thing happens often!"
Never mind eating, going to the toilet, showering, sleeping, no matter when, as soon as the alarm sounds, everyone must assemble as quickly as possible.
From the sound of the alarm to the departure of the fire truck, it can’t take longer than one minute.
Each fire station has an effective protection radius of five kilometers; the law mandates that they must arrive at the scene within five minutes.
A delay of even one second might mean the loss of one or several lives.
Firefighters are the ones who truly snatch people from the jaws of death!
Lu Jing nodded, but clearly, his mind was still elsewhere.
Mrs. Qin smiled and shook her head:
"They’re gone, let’s continue eating!
Wei Lin, Fu Xue, don’t be shy.
Little sister, come on."
Lu Jing quickly waved his hands:
"Sister, I’m full already, really," he said. Latest content publıshed on novel★fire.net
"You’ve got such a small appetite, no wonder you’re so thin. You need to eat more; being too thin will make it harder when you’re pregnant in the future."
Can’t help it, occupational hazard.
With a sigh, they resumed.
When it comes to pregnancy and childbirth, sometimes it’s really worth listening to the elderly.
After all, they speak from experience.
Reluctantly, Lu Jing picked up his chopsticks and ate a few more bites. At this time, Wei Lin, Fu Xue, and Mrs. Qin had all started talking about their department.
Lu Jing wasn’t particularly familiar with obstetrics and gynecology, but when the three women mentioned a pregnant woman three months along, who had miscarried due to her husband’s infidelity and the mistress deliberately provoking her in person, it made him tense up.
During surgery, she bled profusely.
In the end, they couldn’t save her, a loss of two lives in one.
The three all sighed, and upon hearing this, Lu Jing felt a chill run through him, and his expression turned unnatural.
After all, he had personally experienced something similar six years earlier.
Being provoked by another woman while pregnant, miscarrying, bleeding heavily...
Fortunately, Lu Jing had been saved.
But that poor woman was truly gone forever.
Having nearly the same experience, it was inevitable that he felt a deeper sense of empathy.
"Little sister? Little sister?"
Mrs. Qin called out several times before Lu Jing came back to his senses:
"Huh? Sister, what were you saying?"
Of course, Lu Jing couldn’t see his face had turned terribly pale, when just a moment ago, all had been well.
"Little sister, are you feeling unwell?" Jing Halan asked with concern.