Climbing upstairs with an overwhelming sense of excitement, he opened the door.
"Where are you? Your man’s back!"
After shouting several times and receiving no response, that was that.
Jiang Ye had almost searched the entire house, thinking: Did she go out?
The person he wanted to see wasn’t there, so he might as well keep busy.
Without taking a drink, he shut the door and left.
At this moment, the hospital bus was already on the highway.
The destination this time was not too far away, just within the limits of Nanxi City, but it was almost at the border. Over that mountain lay the territory of another province.
And the mission for Lu Jing and her colleagues was in a village on that very mountain.
The bus journey took nearly three hours to finally reach the destination. If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, those in the center of Nanxi City couldn’t imagine that such a poor and backward place existed within the jurisdiction of the southwest’s premier financial hub city.
Was this suddenly a return to the seventies or eighties?
These buildings, made with mud walls—if there was damage, it would be patched up with reeds or woven fences. The roofs were thatched with mountain grass.
Also, December was approaching, and the weather was turning quite chilly.
Yet the children here were dressed so thinly, some even wearing sandals on their feet?
Seeing this, everyone on the bus was stunned beyond belief.
It was unbelievable that in the year 2022, people still lived ?
Even looking twenty years into the past, everyone here probably had it much better, right?
Nobody knew quite how to start speaking, especially faced with those pairs of curious, puzzled, and timid eyes—everyone’s heartstrings tugged tight.
Thankfully, at this time, people from the village committee arrived:
"We are truly thankful to all the comrades for coming to our village for this charity mission. The mountain roads are rough and difficult; you all must have suffered, haven’t you?"
The leader, a middle-aged man close to fifty from the Department of Gastroenterology, responded with a smile:
"Not at all, not at all, what are you talking about?"
The village committee leader also responded with a beaming, old face:
"Let’s not just stand here. Come and see where you’ll be staying, wash your faces, have a rest."
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After the tiring journey, they indeed needed some rest.
Some were even feeling queasy from the bumpy ride, their faces turning pale.
"Let’s go, let’s go."
In no time, everyone followed the village committee leader.
Soon, they arrived at a two-story old building.
"This used to be the house of a wealthy landowner in our village. But after his family was gone, the house was preserved. It’s one of the few places in the village decent enough for you all to rest. I hope you don’t mind too much."
Of course, they wouldn’t mind. At the very least, this old house wasn’t made of mud walls that might collapse in rain during the night, nor were there drafts blowing through any holes.
It was apparent that the room settings were very basic, and everything was quite new, clearly just made from trees recently chopped down from the mountain.
These were simple wooden bunk beds, and there was a wooden table in each room. Forget about wardrobes, and chairs were out of the question.
However, there were stools in the living room on the first floor, likely borrowed from various households. It was hard to find a single intact stool—almost all were missing legs or corners.
Lu Jing and the colleague walking closest to her exchanged glances, both curling their lips.
Now, everyone had the same thought: This was really a bit too tough!
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