Chapter 15 Which aspect of Changfeng is suitable?

The veteran was stunned for a moment, then reacted and cursed, "You little brat, you're taking on side jobs for your wife, aren't you!"

Rong Chengzhou smiled faintly and walked in: "Aren't you in pain anymore?"

"You've made me so angry my liver hurts!" The old soldier lay on the bed, trying to sit up and teach the student a lesson. With the slightest movement, a dozen or so needles in his lower back trembled.

Jiang Mingxue quickly pressed him down: "You have needles in your back, it's not too late to give the injection after they're removed."

The old soldier obediently lay back down: "The young girl is so sensible, unlike me, her rebellious disciple."

Her tone was angry, implying not only that he had been set up, but also his previous double standards.

What does it mean to disobey your teacher but not your wife?

Can you believe what a human being is saying?!

Rong Chengzhou remained silent, then turned his gaze to Jiang Mingxue: "Could you please make this trip? He was my flight instructor in college; just call him Instructor Lu. How is he doing?"

Jiang Mingxue then realized that the student Instructor Lu was referring to was Rong Chengzhou, the one he had recommended Yuanhe Medical Clinic to.

"Fortunately, the root cause of the illness is indeed quite deep, but it's not incurable. I'll come over and give him a few acupuncture treatments whenever I have time these days. However, he needs to take this medicine consistently for six months to be completely cured."

Rong Chengzhou listened attentively and nodded slightly, saying, "Let's do it for a year, his pension is high."

"Hey—you brat!" The old soldier, Instructor Lu, whose anger had just subsided, flared up again. If he weren't tied up with needles, he would have jumped up and punched him. "So you've been plotting to steal my pension all along?!"

Rong Chengzhou looked back on the past with equanimity, neither confirming nor denying it.

Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but laugh out loud. The way these two teachers and students got along was quite interesting, especially Rong Chengzhou, who always seemed to be able to say the most infuriating things in the most serious tone.

“It’s okay, Yuanhe Medical Clinic doesn’t charge veterans either,” she said, although the cost of medicine this year is not a small amount.

"Keep it; I can't let you come all this way for nothing."

"Alright then." Since he was willing to give her money, she didn't refuse.

Based on his previous two experiences, if she refused to accept it, he would definitely give her more.

She wrote down the prescription and dosage on the table and handed it to Bai Dong, asking him to go back to the clinic to get it.

Beside him, Instructor Lu lay huffily on his pillow, grumbling, "You didn't even tell me you were dating, and you didn't even invite me to the wedding! Sigh, is nobody going to care about this old man?"

Rong Chengzhou stood by the bed and said calmly, "We didn't have a wedding."

"What?! Ouch, hiss—" Instructor Lu's excitement caused him to agitate the silver needles, and Jiang Mingxue quickly checked the needle positions.

He lay there obediently, too afraid to move: "You've been married for a year and haven't even had a wedding ceremony! What kind of husband are you?!"

Rong Chengzhou lowered his eyes and earnestly reflected: "It's my problem."

Jiang Mingxue tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's not Chengzhou's fault. I was the one who suggested getting the marriage certificate first."

Her address of "Chengzhou" was so affectionate that the man couldn't help but look up at her.

Instructor Lu feigned displeasure, but was actually quite pleased: "Young lady, you're already defending your own. I'm here to help you get justice."

Jiang Mingxue smiled slightly: "I just don't want you to quarrel over such a trivial matter."

Actually, most people just find weddings troublesome and don't want to have one.

Before Instructor Lu could lecture her, Rong Chengzhou corrected her: "A wedding is not a small matter. I will discuss it with you properly."

Jiang Mingxue was momentarily speechless: "...That's fine too."

"Exactly! How can young people these days not have weddings? Back when we were struggling financially, earning only two or three yuan a month, we still managed to prepare for our weddings!"

As they were talking, Instructor Lu's acupuncture session on his lower back was about to start. Below that was his knee arthritis. After the needles were inserted, he asked about the medical expenses and then took out a wad of red banknotes wrapped in a handkerchief from under his pillow.

“Here, young lady, this is for medical expenses, and the rest is for your wedding gifts.” He handed it over but then hesitated, looking at Rong Chengzhou warily. “This is all for you, don’t let him take it.”

Jiang Mingxue looked at the thick stack of dozens of banknotes and dared not accept it: "Instructor Lu, this is too much, I can't accept it, especially since we haven't had our wedding yet."

"It's alright, take it first." Instructor Lu insisted on giving it to her. "My legs aren't strong enough to walk far, and I'm not even sure if I'll be able to make it. I don't have much money, so please don't mind."

Jiang Mingxue was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept the offer or not, her hand hovering helplessly in mid-air.

A warm, large hand grasped hers, squeezing it tightly, giving her a place to rest.

Rong Chengzhou raised his hand, took only the monetary gift, and placed it in her palm: "This is the instructor's token of appreciation, you can accept it without worry. As for the medical expenses, I have already transferred them to your card."

Instructor Lu teased him, "Oh, my last disciple knows how to care for his teacher now, and even knows how to save me my retirement pension."

Rong Chengzhou glanced at him but didn't argue with him.

The original intention was to give him the opportunity to meet his married wife and, incidentally, treat his chronic illness that had been refusing to heal.

"In that case, I'll accept it. Thank you, Instructor Lu. You must come to our wedding," Jiang Mingxue said sincerely.

Since the wedding gifts have been received, the wedding is definitely going to take place.

Instructor Lu waved his hand, pointing to his leg covered in silver needles: "I probably won't be able to attend the wedding, so don't worry about me."

Jiang Mingxue looked at his legs, unsure how to comfort him.

He gripped her hand tighter, and a steady voice sounded in his ear: "Don't worry, I'll come to pick you up then."

Instructor Lu joked, "Okay, then you'll have to fly here. I haven't been on a plane in ages."

His eyes were smiling, but there were also faint tears in them.

"Um."

Rong Chengzhou agreed solemnly, and Jiang Mingxue knew he would definitely keep his word.

The needles in her knees were removed, and Bai Dong happened to return with the medicine. Jiang Mingxue explained the precautions and how to use the medicine to Instructor Lu, and then packed her medical kit to go back.

She picked up her medical kit and said, "Instructor Lu, we'll be going now. Please take your medicine on time, and I'll come back tomorrow to give you acupuncture."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today. Please drive carefully."

"Okay..." She had barely finished saying those two words when Rong Chengzhou took the medicine packet from her hand and held her hand tightly with his other hand. "Take care and rest. I'll come see you another day."

Instructor Lu couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the two young people so inseparable: "Alright, alright, I can take care of myself. Let's go, let's go."

Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly and led Jiang Mingxue out together.

Perhaps wanting to convince the over-seventy-year-old Instructor Lu that they had a good relationship, he didn't let go even after they left the iron gate of Instructor Lu's house.

Jiang Mingxue let him hold her hand and followed him to the door, where a black military SUV was parked.

"Is this a vehicle belonging to your unit?"

"Yes, I'm out on official business today."

Air Force bases have dedicated official vehicles, which officers at the regimental and divisional levels can use with priority.

Rong Chengzhou released his grip, opened the car door, put the medical kit inside, then took a bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat and handed it to Jiang Mingxue:

"Mrs. Rong, Happy Qixi Festival."

Jiang Mingxue was taken aback for a moment, then took it: "Thank you, I forgot today is Qixi Festival, I didn't prepare a gift for you."

“It’s alright, I remember it.” He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the bunch of pink and white flowers. “I don’t know if you like impractical things, so I chose peonies and roses after thinking it over. If you think they’re nice, you can keep them to admire for a few days. If you don’t like them, then you can use them for medicine.”

Jiang Mingxue was slightly surprised. Even when sending flowers on Qixi Festival, he had to consider practicality. She didn't know whether to praise him for being romantic or for being pragmatic.

She lowered her eyes. The bouquet was large, wrapped in pink polka-dot cardstock with two large bows at the top and bottom. Cream-colored peonies were the main flowers, accented with small pink roses, and complemented by a few lisianthus and orchids, creating an overall fresh and gentle color scheme.

There were some water droplets sprinkled on it, cool and refreshing, still warm from the car's air conditioning.

Rong Chengzhou specially bought these flowers in town after finishing his official business. It was the first time he had ever given flowers to a girl. He spent a long time picking them out in the shop before rushing over when Jiang Mingxue was halfway through her acupuncture treatment.

“I don’t know much about flowers, but I just think this bouquet suits your temperament very well,” he said slowly.

Gentle and elegant.

This was Rong Chengzhou's first thought when he saw the bouquet of flowers, and it was also his first impression of Jiang Mingxue when he first met her at the Yuanhe Medical Clinic in Beicheng.

Jiang Mingxue smiled and said, "Thank you, you have a good eye, I like it very much. It's just a pity to use such a beautiful flower for medicine."

"Do as you please." Rong Chengzhou opened the passenger door. "Get in, I'll take you back."

"good."

Bai Dong had been hiding in the back, covering his mouth and chuckling for a while. Now he quickly suppressed his laughter, straightened his face, and got into the back seat: "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

He had actually intended to run back, but the afternoon temperature was too high, so he chose to be a third wheel rather than be comfortable.

The air conditioning in the car was still blowing cold air, and the temperature was very comfortable as soon as I got in.

Rong Chengzhou turned on the car's air conditioning and tilted the passenger-side vent upwards: "Tell me if you're cold."

"It's alright, the temperature is just right."

"Hmm." Rong Chengzhou placed his hands on the steering wheel. Even in a large SUV, the man's tall and broad figure still made the driver's seat feel cramped.

I moved the seat to the very back, and there was nowhere to put my long legs.

Jiang Mingxue thought of the scene in the airplane cockpit; that cramped cockpit must have been even more crowded for him.

The car slowly started moving. Rong Chengzhou looked ahead and suddenly asked, "What are your thoughts on the wedding? For example, the time, the place, and the style?"

Jiang Mingxue hadn't thought about these issues. She didn't have that much time to prepare for the wedding, so she shook her head and said, "No, a simple one will do."

Rong Chengzhou didn't respond, but nodded and said, "Then I'll draft a few plans, and you can finalize them."

"Okay." Jiang Mingxue was pleased with the result, as long as it didn't take up her time or effort.

The SUV drove smoothly and quickly took them to the hospital.

Jiang Mingxue said goodbye to Rong Chengzhou, got out of the car carrying a large bouquet of flowers, and entered the clinic. The seven or eight patients queuing in the lobby all turned their heads and teased her:

"Dr. Jiang, who sent you these flowers? They're so beautiful!" asked an aunt who often came to her for moxibustion therapy.

Jiang Mingxue smiled slightly and said generously, "He is my husband."

"So Dr. Jiang is already married. Young people these days are so romantic. Unlike my husband, who has never even given me a wildflower in his life."

Jiang Mingxue smiled, placed the flowers in the break room, washed and disinfected her hands before taking over Lao Lin's shift.

Old Lin was standing in the clinic giving acupuncture to a patient when Jiang Mingxue, worried that he might have back pain, took over and told him to go see patients.

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At the same time, Rong Chengzhou, who had already driven away, suddenly remembered something and turned back.

After parking his car and walking inside, several patients waiting in the lobby stared at him.

Instead of going in to find someone, I found an empty seat in the waiting area and sat down.

The man sat upright, exuding an extraordinary air, with his usual stern and aloof expression.

As soon as they sat down, the air around them seemed to freeze, and a sense of oppression filled the silence. The patients who were chatting casually all fell silent.

He chose a spot directly opposite the consultation room, and through the central aisle, he could see a slender figure diligently working inside.

After a while, an older man finally struck up a conversation with him: "Young man, are you here for a medical checkup too?"

He slowly withdrew his gaze: "No, I'm here to wait for my wife."

"Oh, so your wife is receiving treatment inside?" the uncle guessed.

“No.” Rong Chengzhou’s thin lips pressed into a straight line as he looked up at the consultation room again. “My wife is treating someone else.”

The middle-aged man and the patient waiting next to him looked over at the same time: "Are you the husband who gave Dr. Jiang flowers?"

Rong Chengzhou glanced sideways and noticed that they used the pronoun "the husband who sent flowers to Dr. Jiang".

Those eyes, which were always deep and indifferent, suddenly seemed to have been filled with stars.

She also introduced him to the patient.

After a moment, he slightly lifted his eyelids and said in a clear voice, "Yes, Dr. Jiang is my wife."

Upon hearing this, the crowd, like a group of CP (couple) fans, showered him with praise:

"What a perfect match! Oh no, Dr. Jiang is also a talented woman. You two are a match made in heaven!"

"I remember this young man is from the Air Force, and I think he's an officer. No wonder we always see him going in and out of the clinic!"

"Oh my, those two kids are so outstanding! If even half of my daughter or son were as successful as them, I'd be burning incense at the temple!"

"......"

The older generation always likes to tease young people about their marriages, and the lobby lounge area suddenly became noisy, attracting the attention of patients in the examination room.

"What's going on outside? Why is it so lively?" The patient receiving acupuncture leaned out to look.

Jiang Mingxue finished inserting the needles in her hand before looking up and saying, "I'll go take a look."

She put the silver needles in the sterilizer and went outside, and immediately saw the man in the center of her gaze.

She was surprised and walked closer, asking softly, "Didn't you already go back?"

She saw him drive away with her own eyes, so why did he come back?

Rong Chengzhou stood up, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at her directly: "I suddenly remembered something I need to ask you. You don't need to worry about me. I'll ask you when you're done with your work."

Jiang Mingxue glanced at the seven or eight pairs of eyes around her, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

"Hmm, no rush."

After Jiang Mingxue re-entered the consultation room, Rong Chengzhou sat back down and waited patiently.

He doesn't look at his phone or speak, only answering a few words when someone asks him a question from time to time.

Fearing that Rong Chengzhou would have to wait too long, Jiang Mingxue didn't rest and sped up the treatment process.

During this time, she sent a message to Yan Ze, asking him to pour Rong Chengzhou a cup of tea when he had a moment.

Ten minutes later, Yan Ze, with a cold face, placed a cup of tea on the table in front of Rong Chengzhou.

Rong Chengzhou's gaze lingered on him almost imperceptibly before he accepted the teacup: "Thank you."

Yan Ze didn't say a word, turned around and went back to the pharmacy to do his work.

The man held the teacup with his long, slender fingers, his gaze lingering on the aloof and proud figure behind him, lost in thought for a moment.

It took Jiang Mingxue and Lao Lin about two hours to finish treating all the patients.

The clinic door closed, and she walked briskly to the lounge to change her clothes.

Behind him came Rong Chengzhou's mature and steady voice: "Slow down, don't rush."

As if by magic, Jiang Mingxue's heart truly calmed down, and she calmly washed her hands, disinfected them, and changed her clothes.

After everything was tidied up, she left the lounge and went to the front hall.

Old Lin went to make dinner, while the others were tidying up and organizing the medicinal herbs in the pharmacy. The spacious front hall was empty except for the two of them.

She wore a plain-colored dress, with a jade pendant hanging from her waist, which swayed gently as she walked.

She stopped in front of him, tilted her head slightly, and asked, "What is it that you want to ask me?"

The air was filled with the rich aroma of herbs as they stood facing each other.

The two were 32 centimeters apart in height. Rong Chengzhou lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the girl's clear and pure eyes, trying to see into her depths:

"I've been wanting to ask you, you said before that there's one thing about us that we're very compatible, can you tell me now what that aspect is?"