The two important tasks in Shanghai were completed one after another, and Feng Qingxue felt at ease. Next, she needed to fulfill her promise to her children and go shopping at the departnt store.
She wasted no ti in purchasing whatever supplies she could find.
The antiques and cultural artifacts had been sent back, leaving a large empty space that needed filling, lest her heart felt as empty.
Although all those items were state property, she and Lu Jiang had no intention of keeping any for themselves. However, after storing them in the space for many years, which encompassed various cultural heritages, especially in literature and art, Feng Qingxue would occasionally observe them in her leisure ti. Sending them back now was naturally a bit reluctant, as she would have no chance to hold them again in the future.
Passing by the counter selling high-priced fabrics, she noticed a new batch of silk with vibrant colors, and Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but approach.
Silk was expensive, but it was significantly cheaper compared to the currently fashionable Dacron.
Feng Qingxue didn’t like the thin, stiff, and non-breathable Dacron but loved silk. It’s the best material for making coats, quilts, skirts, and qipaos. Moreover, the craftsmanship of this era was genuine, without adulteration, and durable; with proper care, it could last decades. She still had so old stuff from her parents and elders in her space!
Soon, she picked out a piece of waterlon red satin, thinking her daughter loves beauty and it could be used to make her a silk coat.
Compared to bulky cotton-padded jackets, a silk coat was very light and breathable, looking elegant when worn, except it was much more expensive and needed additional silk to purchase.
But the family’s conditions allowed it, and Feng Qingxue was happy to pamper her daughter.
After buying a few yards of waterlon red satin, she spotted a piece of dark green silk, intending to give it to Mr. Guan Yufeng.
Although Qingyun didn’t study with Mr. Guan for long before going abroad, they had kept in touch over the years. Feng Qingxue visited Mr. Guan whenever she was in the Capital, so she naturally knew what Guan Yufeng liked.
"Comrade, could you please cut six yards for ?" It should be enough for Guan Yufeng to make a qipao.
The salesperson responded, took up the scissors, and cut six yards of silk. Just as they were about to hand it to Feng Qingxue, they suddenly heard a commotion from the stairs below, followed by soone shouting, "Doctor, doctor, is there a doctor? Please co and save soone!"
Feng Qingxue, accustod to ergency work in the military, quickly reacted and said to the salesperson, "I’m a doctor, I’ll go down and take a look first. Please keep my things for !"
Knowing how to prioritize, the salesperson, being understanding, quickly replied, "No problem, you go ahead!"
Feng Qingxue turned and dashed down the stairs, where a crowd had gathered at the stairwell entrance.
She quickly made her way to the front, still hearing cries for a doctor, and hurriedly pushed through the crowd, "Excuse , please let through, I’m a doctor!"
The onlookers imdiately made way for her to see what was happening inside.
The incident involved a pregnant woman, lying on the ground with her belly protruding, moaning in pain, with a pool of blood spreading around her lower body. The tallic scent of blood perated the cold season.
The people inside had also heard that a doctor had arrived and quickly made room for Feng Qingxue.
"Doctor, how is she? Can she still make it to the hospital? I saw her trip on the stairs and fell, bleeding imdiately," a middle-aged woman asked as she saw Feng Qingxue squat down to take the pregnant woman’s pulse and assess the situation. Even strangers hoped the pregnant woman involved in the accident would be alright.
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