Transmigrated as the Original Wife in the 1950s [MTL]

11-12

Dr. Zhao arranged, "Then can you go to work in Huishui Manufacturing Factory?"

"Do you say it's up to you?" Yao Xuewei suddenly felt that this was not very reliable. She didn't understand how backward the equipment of the manufacturing plant on Huishui was, and she remembered these soldiers. The factory is a confidential unit. How can an ordinary person be arranged to go in like this?

"It can be calculated, it can be calculated. I'm the deputy director of the manufacturer. I'll arrange it for you." The eldest sister next to me quickly promised.

China has been a humane society since ancient times. With such a deputy factory director as a backer, Yao Xuewei immediately made a close call, "Okay, just a factory." Where is the patient? Take me there.

Zhao Duoduo nibbled at the vegetable buns silently. Seeing Yao Xuewei and others finished talking, they said weakly, "Mom, I want to drink water..."

"Oh, is it chokeing? I'll get you water." Yao Xuewei suddenly sympathized with Zhao Duoduo. She was really not considerate at all.

Dr. Zhao: "I have a kettle in my office. I'll get it."

When Zhao Duoduo finished drinking water, Yao Xuewei said, "You sleep in bed for a while. My mother will go next door to do something and will be back soon."

"Okay~." Zhao Duoduo nodded obediently.

Yao Xuewei just confirmed with her two elder sisters that both patients had used penicillin, so there was no penicillin allergy. Yao Xuewei directly fed the medicine.

Dr. Zhao suddenly became a little worried, "Are you penicillin?"

"It's penicillin." Yao Xuewei said righteously.

I don't know how much better penicillin is than its current quality, but oral penicillin is a little slower than intravenous input.

Nowadays, most of the penicillin in China is imported from the United States. It's common to be that kind of oily suspension. Is this a pill? Dr. Zhao wanted to stop talking.

Of course, the capsule can't be seen to them. How can she be exposed after living in this world for decades, so Yao Xuewei did not let Dr. Zhao get involved in the whole process, and then got his question.

Yao Xuewei was prepared for a long time and said, "Do you know how penicillin came from?" Mass production is difficult, and small-scale production in the laboratory is still okay. The pill is wrapped in penicillin powder. I bought this penicillin for half a year.

Dr. Zhao's eyes were still a little suspicious, because Yao Xuewei also revealed a lot of information just now, and she felt that she didn't feel like someone who could contact the laboratory.

"Why do you care so much? Just cure the disease. If they don't lose their fever, they don't have to arrange the work for me. Yao Xuewei also knew it. Her reasons could not be delved into it, so she turned around and left without giving Dr. Zhao a chance to continue to ask.

Just be perfunctory. Whoever has time to explain it to him?

Anyway, no one will think of it. She will investigate her experience in the past decades. Even if she investigates, there will also be Yao, Zhao and former neighbors who endorse her identity.

As long as her identity is fine and the reasons for the progress of thought and knowledge, Yao Xuewei can come up with countless reasons. Anyway, if she plays the role of a patriarchal and feudal person, she can't play the essence, and she might as well be herself at the beginning.

She just went to feed her medicine. When she came back, Zhao Duoduo hadn's steamed buns, and her steamed buns were still hot.

Yao Xuewei took the first bite and bit the meat filling. She nodded with satisfaction and boasted, "This steamed bun tastes good."