She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 880 - 807: Famine Era 48
The hospital director was efficient too, finding a woman in her fifties for Ye Huan, the mother of a colleague, who had time after sending her grandson and granddaughter to kindergarten to earn some living expenses.
Ye Huan gives her fifteen yuan every month, not much but also not too little, as she only helps look after the child during work hours, and Ye Huan takes over after work.
Besides, since it’s the beginning, she doesn’t know her character yet. If the woman is good, she doesn’t mind giving a bit more.
To ensure she could take care of her child in the evenings, the director specifically arranged day shifts for her, with weekends off.
Most people in the hospital knew about Ye Huan’s family situation, so no one had any complaints against a hero’s family.
As for Ye Huan, she knew how to get along with people, bringing them this today and that tomorrow, skilled in winning hearts, which resulted in no conflicts.
As she wished, she succeeded in transferring from the emergency department to neurosurgery.
In the new department, she had to start from the basics and learn anew, something she had mentally prepared for a long time. The emergency department allowed her to diversify, while neurosurgery honed her skills further.
The emergency department dealt with acute cases and accidents daily, requiring quick judgment of pathologies, which was not easy. But with her experience in combining Traditional Chinese and Western medicine, her technical proficiency greatly improved.
Aunt Zhao, who was fifty-five this year, was fair-skinned and neat, spoke loudly and directly, and had a no-nonsense manner, which Ye Huan appreciated. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Zhuangzhuang was an easy child to care for, eating during the day and sleeping when full, eating a lot and thus changing a lot, almost daily, and you could somewhat see his mother’s look in his brows.
Now everyone in the dorm knew she had adopted a child. After work, people would come and help with the child for a while. Since getting the child, she rarely had time to cook, so colleagues often brought meals back for her. All being military personnel, they were kind-hearted and warm, making her feel at ease.
Living with no problem people around felt quite comforting.
Tong Zhan would visit on weekends to see the child, bringing some old clothes sourced from the family compound.
Ye Huan didn’t mind, washing them clean and dressing Zhuangzhuang in them. In fact, not only Tong Zhan’s colleagues, but even those from their hospital, brought her small clothes. A piece or two from each family was enough for Zhuangzhuang to wear until two or three years old. Of course, some clothes were good, some not, but she used whatever fit. Those she couldn’t use or that were the wrong size, she kept aside, for they were a sign of people’s goodwill and might come in handy someday.
Aunt Zhao was very attentive to the child. Since he was only on milk now, she told Aunt Zhao not to bother washing diapers if she didn’t have time, to leave them for her after work.
But Aunt Zhao felt Ye Huan was already tired after work, plus one formula feeding could last two to three hours, so once the child slept, she would wash and clean since the baby couldn’t yet roll over, allowing her freedom to do her tasks at will.
Currently, there were no prams around, but some people had homemade cradles or small beds they no longer needed, and they brought them over for her use.
Ye Huan was very grateful, assuring them she would return the items after use, handling them with care, and later sent fruits and vegetables to the donor families as a gesture of thanks.
Love is mutual; you treat me well, and I am grateful to you. No one tricks or takes advantage; days are filled with busyness yet contentment.
As November arrived, the weather grew colder. She considered lighting a stove but feared carbon monoxide poisoning, as the hospital recently saw many such cases. After discussing with Aunt Zhao, she expressed.
"It’s better to endure some cold than to face incidents. The colder it gets, the stronger a child’s immunity becomes. As soon as the sun shines, I’ll take him out to sunbathe. We’re close to the hospital, so there’s no fear."
Ultimately, they decided against lighting a stove, and Aunt Zhao was responsible, taking Zhuangzhuang out to bask in the sun and chat with people whenever there was sunlight, rushing home to wash diapers once the child slept.
Concerned about Aunt Zhao handling cold water, Ye Huan made sure to warm a big pot of hot water on the outdoor stove before leaving in the morning, so Aunt Zhao could use it whenever needed.
They cared for each other in their own ways, especially since she would bring an apple, a pear, or other fruit home for Aunt Zhao after work, letting her take it home to eat. Even though it wasn’t much, in these times, such things were quite precious because taking care of the child cost her many chances to sell things outside.
