Chapter 104 Are you crazy? Who wants to marry you?

When Song Zhan saw that Shen Wanjun had woken up, he quickly wiped away his tears to hide his disheveled state.

He feigned composure and said, "No...it's nothing."

Shen Wanjun turned his face around, "You still say it's nothing, but your eyes are so red."

Men feel sorry for women when they cry, but women get excited when men cry.

While Shen Wanjun outwardly offered comfort, she secretly harbored a desire to pounce on the rough man.

We pinned him down on the bed and bullied him until he cried even harder and looked even more pathetic.

Let those always resolute eyes mist over her. — This thought made Shen Wanjun's fingertips burn, but her voice became even softer.

"Who bullied my husband? Tell me, okay?"

Song Zhan looked up and said seriously, "Wife, I don't want this child anymore."

"Huh? Why?"

Shen Wanjun was shocked. What had gotten into this rough man today that made him say such nonsense?

"Having a baby is too harmful to your body, and I don't want you to suffer like that for me."

Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "Did Juan'er show you her books again?"

Song Juan has recently taken to scaring Song Zhan, and she often tries to educate him about the harm that childbirth can cause to a woman's body.

And the dangers that may occur during childbirth.

Song Zhan nodded: "You'll get stretch marks on your stomach, and you'll become ugly."

"It hasn't grown yet," Shen Wanjun said nonchalantly.

"Besides, people always get old and ugly."

Song Zhan: "Then you can't hurt yourself for my sake."

"But it's too late to induce labor now."

Song Zhan remained silent for a long time, his eyes still frighteningly red.

Shen Wanjun comforted her, saying, "Apply more essential oil, and it won't grow."

The main reason is that she is very young, so even if she gets stretch marks, they will recover well.

"Really?" Song Zhan's eyes sparkled. Seeing Shen Wanjun nod, he immediately squeezed out a lot of essential oil.

He rubbed his hands on her belly.

Song Juan has gradually gotten used to the busy work at the hospital every day.

Huang Ya was becoming more and more satisfied with her. "Juan'er, next week, I'll send you to training."

"Oh? So fast? I haven't finished reading those books yet." Song Juan was unsure.

"You don't need to read everything. Just focus on the key points I've highlighted for you. Besides, practice makes perfect. A day of work is more useful than a month of reading."

Song Juan agreed with this point. Many things that she couldn't understand before, she naturally understood after working for a few days.

It's like my brain suddenly clicked.

That feeling was wonderful.

"If I leave, what will happen to the hospital? You'll be too busy."

"It's alright, I'll find someone else," Huang Ya said. "Once you've finished your studies and passed the exam, you can keep helping me."

Huang Ya was really looking forward to that day, as was Song Juan.

At noon, Song Juan and Huang Ya went to lunch together.

In the canteen, several sanitation workers huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"Who is this Song Juan?"

"I heard he's Huang Ya's girlfriend."

"Huh, really?"

"Look at them, they go to work together every day, leave work together, and go home together. What else could they be but a couple?"

Hearing the voice behind her, Song Juan instinctively looked at Huang Ya.

Huang Ya was focused on cooking and seemed not to hear what the others were saying.

Song Juan sat down in silence, but the voices behind her continued, becoming increasingly outrageous.

She couldn't help but want to rush over and argue with them, but Huang Ya put a piece of meat on her plate.

"Eat your food and ignore those rumors."

"The path you're on now is very difficult, don't waste your time on other things."

For Song Juan, Huang Ya was undoubtedly a very good teacher, both in life and at work.

"Yes." She nodded emphatically. What doesn't kill her will only make her stronger.

Rumors and gossip are nothing; as medical professionals, competence is the most important thing.

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself." With Huang Ya's encouragement, Song Juan studied and worked even harder.

——

Grandma Cui has been extremely worried about Lao Liu's marriage lately.

Although she no longer approves of Song Juan, her son can't find anyone else besides Song Juan.

Old Liu went on several more blind dates, but without exception, the women rejected him.

Decisive and efficient, leaving no room for compromise.

Finally, a woman appeared. Faced with Lao Liu's demand to marry her immediately, she did not refuse outright, but instead said, "I have to go now."

Old Liu was overjoyed, thinking his chance had finally come.

At Old Mrs. Cui's urging, he brought a box of cookies to her door, wanting to discuss marriage with her.

However, he was kicked out by the woman's family. The woman said, "I wasn't clear enough last time. I'll say it again: I'm not interested in you. Don't bother me anymore."

How can this person not understand human language? Don't they even understand that disagreement means refusal?!

After all that effort, Lao Liu's marriage was still unsuccessful.

Old Liu, lying on the bed, said, "I think we should choose Song Juan instead."

"Rural girls have their advantages too; at least they are obedient and filial."

Women who have never seen the world are very easy to manipulate.

Old Liu and Old Lady Cui were both well aware of this. Old Lady Cui said, "Alright, then I'll go talk to Song Zhan."

Old Liu didn't want to wait that long. He didn't want to live another day being pestered by the three girls for food.

They looked like starving ghosts.

"Mom, is there a faster way?"

Old Liu had a feeling that Song Zhan might not agree, so he wanted to skip the complicated procedures and take a shortcut to win the heart of the beauty.

Grandma Cui thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go directly to their door to propose marriage. With so many people watching, Song Zhan will be put on a pedestal and will have no choice but to agree."

"As for the bride price, just give a few dollars, as a token."

Song Zhan is still sitting in the position of battalion commander, so they can't go too far.

That day, Song Juan was so busy at the hospital that she didn't even have time to eat lunch.

I finally found a spare moment to eat in the office.

Several medics suddenly rushed in, "Song Juan, are you getting married today?"

"Huh? Getting married? What kind of marriage?" Song Juan looked bewildered.

She doesn't even have a boyfriend, so who will she marry?

"There's a sedan chair parked outside; they said they're here to pick you up."

"Sedan chair" is such a niche term, and this isn't ancient times.

Are they still using that old-fashioned eight-person sedan chair?

"That must be a mistake," Song Juan said nonchalantly.

The last time I made this kind of blunder was at home.

Song Zhan thought Huang Ya had slept with her.

Thinking of this, Song Juan smiled and continued eating with her head down.

The medics looked at each other, wondering if they had made a mistake.

That's impossible. That person clearly said he wanted to marry Song Juan.

"Let's go and ask around some more."

The group ran out, then quickly ran back.

“Song Juan, it’s true. If you don’t believe me, come with us and see for yourself.”

Song Juan had already finished eating, and there were no patients to attend to right now.

She nodded and followed the group to the hospital entrance.

There was a cart there, with a red cloth tied to it.

This is supposed to be a sedan chair? It's so shabby!

When Lao Liu saw Song Juan, he called out loudly, "Song Juan, Song Juan, I've come to marry you."

He patted the cart and said, "I want to marry you in a grand sedan chair carried by eight men."

"Don't worry, as long as you marry me, I will never treat you badly."

"You just stay home, take care of the kids, do housework, and look after my mom and grandma. You don't need to worry about anything else. I'll take care of everything."

Song Juan rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? Who wants to marry you?!"

Seeing this, Grandma Cui grabbed him and said, "Look at you, child, you're even shy now. Come on, come on, come home with me."