Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

Nowadays, most people are proud of working diligently at their jobs every day, but there are always exceptions.

Qin Huairu was the exception. In order to be lazy more every month, she often went to the infirmary under the pretext of feeling unwell.

It was nothing more than to get the factory doctor to give him a sick leave note so that he could ask the workshop director for leave to rest and do the housework at the same time.

After a long time, she tasted the sweetness and even took on some private work to do at home.

That's right, she felt that the salary from the factory was not enough to cover her family's expenses, and she thought that her salary would be fixed regardless of how much she worked, so she became suspicious.

She often took on some private laundry and mending jobs to supplement the family income. She was good at sewing and the clothes she sewed were very well-presented.

In addition, her charges are more affordable than those of a tailor shop, so some people who are reluctant to spend more money will bring their cloth to her to ask her to help make clothes.

Of course, there were also people who were not good at manual work and would bring their worn-out clothes to her and ask her to help mend them. The price might be a few steamed buns or a dish.

Anyway, as long as someone came to her for help, Qin Huairu would always accept it. In addition, she could complete the work on time even if she was a little tired after get off work or on weekends.

But if someone needs it urgently, she will run to the infirmary to get a sick note.

Today, when she was almost reaching the infirmary, she saw someone running out in a panic. If she hadn't dodged quickly, she would have been knocked down.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why don't you look at people when you walk?"

When Xu Damao heard the voice, he turned around hastily and saw that he was panicked and pale, without saying a word.

He continued to run forward, Qin Huairu pouted at his background and cursed: "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be Xu Damao, the wicked one."

When she reached the door of the infirmary, Doctor Zhao just came back with a medical kit. Seeing Qin Huairu, he smiled and said:

"Qin Huairu, why are you here again? What's wrong with you today?"

Usually it was Doctor Zhao who wrote the sick leave notes for Qin Huairu. As a fellow mother, she found what Qin Huairu said to her very pleasing to the ear.

Whenever they chatted, she would praise her two children like flowers, but when she mentioned her three children, she would belittle them like dirt.

Which mother doesn’t want to hear others praise her child, especially when there is a comparison.

In addition, Qin Huairu would never come to the infirmary empty-handed whenever she came to get a leave note. She would always bring her a cabbage or two green onions or something.

After a few times, the two of them got along like real sisters and could talk about almost anything.

When Dr. Zhao learned about Qin Huairu's current situation, he felt very sympathetic towards her and always responded to her requests for leave notes from time to time.

When the two of them walked into the infirmary while talking, Doctor Li had already prescribed painkillers for the fat man and was explaining the precautions.

Tell him that he has hemophobia and should try to avoid looking at blood and red things in the future. Write him a half-day sick leave note and he can go home if nothing serious.

The fat man was just fainting from blood, but he was fine after waking up. He kept nodding his head as he listened to the precautions given by Doctor Li.

From time to time, she would glance at Sha Zhu to see his reaction.

At this moment, Sha Zhu's attention had been attracted by Qin Huairu, and he didn't notice the fat man's reaction at all.

Doctor Zhao asked as they walked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable today?" Qin Huairu said that her stomach hurt a lot and asked Doctor Zhao to help take a look.

Sha Zhu didn't know what was wrong with him today. He was listening with his ears perked up. When he heard Qin Huairu say that she had a stomachache, he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Doctor Zhao listened for a while with his stethoscope, then said in a serious tone, "Qin Huairu, you may have acute gastroenteritis. I'll prescribe some medicine for you for two days."

After that, he quickly picked up the pen and said, "I'll give you two more days of leave. When you go home, you must take your medicine on time and rest in bed. Do you hear me?"

Hearing this, Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief, covered her stomach and pretended to be in pain, saying, "Okay, I'll trouble you, Doctor Zhao. Thank you!"

While no one was paying attention, he winked at Dr. Zhao, grabbed the medicine and sick note, bent over, covered his stomach, and walked out of the infirmary.

At this time, Fatty and Sha Zhu also came out of the infirmary. Fatty was afraid that Sha Zhu would come to him to complain, so he ran away.

Sha Zhu followed behind Qin Huairu, looking at her cautious figure, and inexplicably felt a desire to protect her.

He stepped forward and asked, "Sister Qin, do you need help? Do you want to go back to the workshop to pack up, or go home directly?"

Sha Zhu had not talked to Qin Huairu for a long time. He suddenly spoke to her and scared Qin Huairu so much that she was stunned for a moment. After a while, she looked up at him.

Qin Huairu raised her face, looking as pitiful as ever, which startled Sha Zhu. It took him a while to react.

Then he asked, "I don't mean anything else, Sister Qin. I just saw that you were sick and wanted to see if you needed help."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu shook her head slightly and continued to walk towards the workshop with her back bent.

Thinking back to Sha Zhu's expression just now, Qin Huairu secretly felt sorry that he was now a married man and no longer the single man who could be manipulated by her.

She is concerned about Sha Zhu's current identity. It is obvious that Sha Zhu's wife Lingzi is not someone who is easy to bully.

The most important thing is that Lin Donglai is Lingzi's cousin. Once you offend her, you will also offend Lin Donglai.

Given this kid's abilities and personality, she would have a hard time if she offended him, so she thought it would be better for her to stay quiet for now.

At noon that day, at Lingzi's invitation, Lin Donglai and his sister came to the central courtyard to have lunch together as usual.

When they were halfway through eating, Lingzi pointed at the shredded potatoes and asked, "Zhuzi, why are the shredded potatoes sweet today?"

After saying that, she probably felt nauseous and ran to the yard and started to retch. Seeing this, Sha Zhu quickly chased after her and helped her with her back.

Lin Donglai found it very strange. This was clearly spicy and sour potato shreds, so when did it become sweet? He asked his sister but she didn't say the potato shreds were sweet.

When Lingzi returned to the room, she said to the brother and sister, "Dongli, Dongyi, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to lie down for a while. You guys can eat by yourselves."

After Sha Zhu helped Lingzi back to the bed in the inner room, he walked to the table and sat down, saying depressedly: "Dongla, I don't know what happened to your sister."

"I always like to sleep these days, and I always vomit, and I say the food I cook is not tasty, ah!"

You know, ever since he first cooked for Lingzi, she has always praised Shazhu for his good cooking skills and delicious dishes.

It is inevitable that a chef would feel upset when someone says his cooking is bad, especially when the person is closest to him.

At this time, the second aunt came in from outside, looked at Sha Zhu and asked, "Zhu Zi, is your wife pregnant?"