Feng Qingqing heard the gossip coming from Xiong Lao'er's wife and stopped in her tracks. She stood there listening with a faint smile, curious to see what else the woman could come up with. She wasn't standing very far away, and it wasn't long before those nearby noticed her. They immediately signaled to the rest of the crowd.
The people present, especially those who had been chiming in, suddenly felt quite awkward. Talking behind someone's back was one thing, but being caught in the act was quite another—especially when the person in question was the brigade’s medical worker. It was a risky move, after all; no one could guarantee they wouldn't fall ill in the future.
Those who caught on quickly turned toward Feng Qingqing with sheepish grins. "Oh, Doctor Xiao Feng, don't mind what Xiong Lao'er's wife was just saying. I, for one, don't agree with a single word of it. The conditions at our Brigade Clinic are limited—even a clever housewife can't cook a meal without rice, as they say. We all understand."
Chapter 115