Chapter 101 Not married, just a child

These days, Western medicine is strictly regulated, and doctors won't prescribe it unless there are special circumstances.

Ordinary people don't have enough channels to buy it.

However, compared to traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine is more effective, a fact that is undeniable.

Shen Wanjun asked, "Sister Hong, you really want your son's fever to break quickly, right?"

Dang Xianghong nodded; she was almost driven mad with worry.

"Then do you believe me?"

"I believe you." Dang Xianghong nodded again.

“That settles it,” Shen Wanjun said. “The most important thing is for the child to get down his fever; nothing else matters.”

Dang Xianghong understood her meaning; Shen Wanjun didn't want to talk about the source of the medicine, so she didn't press further.

Instead, he said, "Then... could you sell me a few pills of your medicine? I just need fever reducers."

When Dang Xianghong said this, he had made a great decision.

Selling Western medicine privately isn't a serious crime, but it's all for the sake of the children.

It's not a small matter, but if someone makes a fuss about it, they could easily label someone a capitalist.

If things get serious and a thorough investigation is conducted, neither she nor Shen Wanjun will have an easy time.

Even Old Li and Song Zhan might be implicated.

Shen Wanjun: "Wait for me a moment."

She ran out the door and took out a bottle of fever-reducing Western medicine—aspirin tablets—from her storage space.

After waiting outside for a few minutes, he went back and handed the medicine to Dang Xianghong.

"You can put it in a steamed bun for the child to eat, or dissolve it in water to drink."

Anyway, don't let anyone see it.

Dang Xianghong naturally understood what she meant. She nodded emphatically and hugged Shen Wanjun, saying, "Little sister, thank you so much."

"Don't thank me, go to the hospital quickly."

"There are fewer people at the hospital at night, hurry up and feed the child."

Shen Wanjun gave her a few more instructions, and Dang Xianghong escorted her to the courtyard gate: "Go back and rest, it's cold outside."

Under the dim moonlight, Dang Xianghong, carrying her medicine, hurried towards the hospital.

The next morning, before dawn, Dang Xianghong knocked on Shen Wanjun's door.

Song Juan had just gotten up when she yawned and asked, "Are you looking for my sister-in-law? I'll go get her."

"No need to call." Dang Xianghong pushed open the bedroom door without thinking too much.

I didn't see Shen Wanjun for a long time, but I saw Song Zhan sleeping with his back to me.

When she got closer, she found that Shen Wanjun was being held in Song Zhan's arms and was sleeping soundly.

Forehead……

She seemed a bit reckless; she shouldn't have barged in and disturbed the young couple.

Dang Xianghong recalled her many years of married life with Lao Li, and it seemed that Lao Li had never held her like this while sleeping since they got married.

Thinking about this, I felt a strange pang of sadness.

They're both men, but why is Song Zhan so devoted to his wife?

They're both women, so why isn't she as lucky as Shen Wanjun?

Dang Xianghong envied Shen Wanjun. She tiptoed away when suddenly someone grabbed the back of her neck.

The force was so great it was suffocating.

She turned around, and Song Zhan kicked her.

Dang Xianghong nimbly dodged, and with a crash, the chair next to her was kicked and shattered on the ground.

Upon hearing the commotion, Song Juan and Huang Ya rushed into the house immediately.

Dang Xianghong quickly said, "Song Zhan, it's me."

Shen Wanjun turned on the light and saw the broken chair, looking completely bewildered: "What happened?"

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding," Dang Xianghong quickly explained. "I wanted to talk to you about something, but Battalion Commander Song seems to think I'm a bad guy."

Song Zhan asked coldly, "Is there something you can't say in the living room?"

Why are you going into someone's bedroom so early in the morning?

"I was in such a rush that I forgot."

Dang Xianghong felt a little embarrassed when she saw that Song Zhan was actually standing steadily on the ground.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Commander Song, your leg... is healed?"

He just used that leg to kick the chair to pieces?!

"Tell me your story first."

"Those are minor matters for me; your leg is more important."

Huang Yagang was brushing his teeth, his mouth still full of foam.

He squatted down and touched Song Zhan's leg: "In a little while, I'll take you to have an X-ray taken."

Don't let your leg just heal and then break a chair by kicking it.

"Okay," Song Zhan agreed, then asked Dang Xianghong, "What exactly do you want?"

"This is a secret between me and my older sister."

Shen Wanjun immediately understood, "Right, right, you're a grown man, don't listen to this gossip."

Upon hearing that it was gossip, Huang Ya and Song Juan both came over at the same time.

While spitting out foam, Huang Ya asked, "What gossip? Tell me about it."

“I want to hear it too,” Song Juan said.

"This is not suitable for children, don't listen to it."

Dang Xianghong drove the two away.

Huang Ya retorted, "I'm 20 years old, how can I still be a child?"

Dang Xianghong: "If you're not married, you're just a child."

Huang Ya was speechless.

Shen Wanjun, wearing thick pajamas, was pulled into the courtyard by Dang Xianghong.

She whispered, "My son's fever has gone down, all thanks to your medicine."

Shen Wanjun rubbed her cold, red hands: "That's great."

"They can be discharged today, I don't know how to thank you enough."

Dang Xianghong was so excited that she grabbed Shen Wanjun's hand and placed it inside her chest.

Shen Wanjun's hand touched something soft, and she widened her eyes, struggling in resistance.

But the Party was very enthusiastic and didn't give her a chance to refuse.

"Aren't your hands cold? Let me warm them up for you."

"This...this isn't a good idea, is it?"

"What's wrong with that? They're all women, what are they afraid of?"

Dang Xianghong said casually, clearly showing how excited she was.

She impulsively rushed into Song Zhan's bedroom just now, and now she's pulling Shen Wanjun along, insisting on warming her hands.

"Um, Sister Hong, I... I'm not cold anymore."

Shen Wanjun withdrew her hand and shook it: "See, it's not cold at all."

She had to endure the cold, otherwise she was afraid that Dang Xianghong would do something that would shock her.

"You should go back now." After seeing Dang Xianghong off, Shen Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief.

When Sister Hong goes crazy, she can be quite terrifying.

After breakfast, Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan went to the hospital together.

The X-ray went smoothly, but there have been a lot of patients at the hospital lately, so the wait time for the X-rays is quite long.

"You guys go back first. I'll take the film back tonight when it comes out," Huang Ya said.

Seeing Song Juan working so hard, Shen Wanjun noticed that Huang Ya didn't even have time to drink a sip of water before rushing off to help.

"Honey, wait for me, I'm going to the bathroom."

The corridor was filled with children with fevers, and their anxious parents looked haggard.

Shen Wanjun found Huang Ya and secretly called him aside to ask, "Does the hospital have Western medicine?"

“There are some, but Battalion Commander Song probably won’t need them.”

"It's not for him, it's for the children."

Shen Wanjun looked into Huang Ya's eyes and said, word by word, "You also know that Western medicine reduces fever quickly, don't you?"

Huang Ya didn't speak, but sighed silently.

After a long silence, he said, "But using Western medicine requires multiple layers of approval, the process is very complicated, and there is no guarantee that it will be approved."

"But you have to try. You can't give up just because it's difficult, right?"

“Sister-in-law, I know what I'm doing,” Huang Ya said.

"Alright, I'm leaving then." Shen Wanjun stopped there; she didn't care about the rest, nor could she interfere.

Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun had just returned home and hadn't even had a sip of hot water when there was a knock on the door.

Xu Dong called out loudly, "Battalion Commander Song, are you home? I've come to see you."

"Battalion Commander Song, open the door." Hao Mei also arrived.

Upon hearing that it was Xu Dong, Song Zhan felt inexplicably uneasy.

During the time he was injured, Xu Dong, the deputy battalion commander, handled all the affairs in the battalion.

Now that Xu Dong has come to our door with the political commissar, could it be that... the organization is going to remove him from his post?