Chapter 23 Are you pitying me?

"Let's figure out a solution together."

Shen Wanjun felt that the spiritual spring water should be somewhat useful, but she was only guessing.

Don't make promises you can't keep, but don't skimp on offering comfort.

"I will not give up on you, and you should not give up on yourself either."

"Don't keep anything to yourself, tell me, and I'll be there for you and take care of you."

A faint smile appeared on Song Zhan's pale face; he had actually been somewhat expectant just now.

He was hoping Shen Wanjun could cure him, but what was he thinking? Shen Wanjun isn't a doctor.

Besides, if even doctors are helpless, what solutions could she possibly come up with?

Shen Wanjun is already doing well enough to take care of herself, let alone him.

“You…you can sleep in the next bed tonight,” Song Zhan said.

Shen Wanjun's sudden initiative to get close to him made him very uncomfortable.

He used to approach her humbly, only to be coldly pushed away. He did this for over a year.

“That’s someone else’s bed. I’m a germaphobe, you know that.” Shen Wanjun looked at him resentfully.

“My bed is dirty too.” Song Zhan showed no mercy to the woman.

Shen Wanjun got up, took out a pink silk bed sheet from her suitcase, and spread it next to him.

She took off her coat, lay down next to him again, and turned to smile at him.

Is that alright now?

Faced with her attempts to please him, Song Zhan's eyes remained unmoved, and his voice grew even colder.

Are you pitying me, feeling sorry for me?

Since Song Zhan was injured, everyone around him has looked at him with pity and sympathy.

For this proud and tough Northwestern man, it was worse than death.

He could lose his hands or feet, become paralyzed in bed, or even lose his life.

He is the one who should not be pitied.

For the vulnerable, compassion is a warm form of care.

For the strong, it is a sharp blade piercing their heart, tormenting them constantly.

Shen Wanjun pouted, "I pity myself."

"I came all this way to find you, only to be driven away time and time again."

"The baby in her belly is also pitiful; his father doesn't want him."

After a long silence, Song Zhan said, "Never mind, let's go to sleep."

"Okay, I'm so sleepy."

Shen Wanjun knew when to stop; the tears she had prepared were swallowed back before they could even be shed.

Song Zhan lay upright on the bed, with Shen Wanjun close beside him.

In the darkness, she said, "I'm cold."

"Are you cold?" the man asked in a cold voice.

"Yes, it's cold."

Shen Wanjun waited for a long time, but the man did not react.

He's a dead man, doesn't he know to hold on tight?

Shen Wanjun gritted her teeth, took the initiative to hug Song Zhan, and buried her head in his arms.

I found a comfortable spot and fell into a deep sleep.

For some reason, she felt that the man next to her was very hot.

Mei Mei slept soundly, and Shen Wanjun woke up feeling refreshed.

She reached out and touched Song Zhan's forehead. "You don't have a fever?"

Why was it so hot that night?

The man's eyes darted away. "I'm perfectly fine, why do I have a fever?"

"Oh, that's good." Shen Wanjun just thought she was dreaming.

"Can't you sleep in a more peaceful way?" Song Zhan's face darkened.

Shen Wanjun touched her nose. Could it be that she took advantage of him last night?

But you can't blame her, can you? With such a vigorous young man sleeping next to her, who could guard their moral compass?

"Don't put your legs on me next time." Song Zhan's tone was somewhat exasperated.

Shen Wanjun asked softly, "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

She thought she was hugging a toy from home.

"Did I hurt you?" Shen Wanjun asked timidly.

Song Zhan's leg is injured. What if she causes something serious to the other person?

"Go find Zhang Kuan." Song Zhan's expression was grim.

"Oh? Did I really hurt you? Then... then I'll go see Dr. Huang."

I really don't understand his thought process. Why did he need to find Zhang Kuan? He's not a doctor.

Shen Wanjun finished dressing and was about to leave when she heard Song Zhan say, "I'm fine, I just..."

"What is it?"

"I need to...go to the toilet."

After saying this, Song Zhan closed his eyes, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Go ahead, I'll help you, no need to find Zhang Kuan."

"Even though you are the leader, you can't exploit your subordinates like this. They are human beings too, and they have their own lives to live."

"You can't do it."

"Who do you think you are?"

Shen Wanjun poured a glass of water and secretly added some spiritual spring water to it.

He gulped it down in one go, then said, "Come on, let me help you."

Under Song Zhan's shocked gaze, Shen Wanjun lifted the blanket.

Um... she noticed a bump.

I rubbed my eyes, and then they disappeared again.

Song Zhan's embarrassment at this moment was no less than when the doctor told him in front of everyone that he would have a hard time having children in his life.

Shen Wanjun draped Song Zhan's arm over herself and gave him a strong push, finally getting him to sit up.

This is only the first step, and Shen Wanjun is already worried.

The toilet is so far away; unless someone is carried there, Song Zhan probably won't be able to use it today.

Shen Wanjun looked around and found something that would save her life—a chamber pot.

She rummaged through her bag for toilet paper and carefully brought the urinal to Song Zhan.

"Here, you can take care of it by the bed."

Anyway, given a man's physiological structure, it can go in without splashing everywhere.

Song Zhan's eyes widened. What did she take him for? An animal?

Who urinates in bed?

"It's okay, I won't look." Shen Wanjun turned around considerately, afraid that he would feel embarrassed.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Zhan's sigh reached my ears.

The sound of liquid impacting the enamel urinal was powerful and resonant.

Shen Wanjun took the chamber pot away, glancing at it unconsciously.

He chuckled to himself, thinking how well the original owner of this body ate.

Here, wipe your hands.

Shen Wanjun handed Song Zhan a piece of paper, and Song Zhan's eyes darkened.

Shen Wanjun was in a bind. What was wrong now?

Suddenly remembering something, she said, "I'm not disgusted by you, it's just more hygienic this way."

Song Zhan, a rough and tough man from Northwest China, slept on a large kang (heated brick bed) with a group of brothers and sisters since he was a child.

They often did things like grabbing steamed buns to eat right after playing in the mud.

There's no other way; there are too many kids in the family, and if they don't fight over it, they won't get any.

The original owner disliked his lack of hygiene, and the two often argued about it.

Unlike before, this time Shen Wanjun did not show any disdain, but instead offered a gentle explanation.

"Wash your hands frequently, get sick less often! Everyone should practice good hygiene, and every household should keep clean! Didn't you know these things?"

What Shen Wanjun said were all official propaganda slogans from the country in this era.

Song Zhan didn't speak, but Shen Wanjun looked at him triumphantly: It's not that I'm forcing you to wash your hands, it's that the country is making you wash them.

You can't just disobey the government, can you?

Song Zhan thought for a moment, then carefully wiped his hands with a tissue.

I still felt unclean after wiping, so I asked Shen Wanjun to fill a basin with water and wash my hands thoroughly.

Shen Wanjun was very satisfied, saying that the young man was teachable.

Song Zhan is actually quite obedient; it's just a matter of using the right methods.

"I'm going to buy food. What do you want to eat?" Shen Wanjun asked.

Song Zhan did not answer, but instead took a book out from under the blanket.

Take out a pale yellow piece of paper with the words "People's Post and Telegraph of China" printed on it.

He handed it to Shen Wanjun and said, "Your sister sent me a telegram."

If Song Zhan doesn't mention it, Shen Wanjun will almost forget about Zhong Chuchu.

She took the telegram and glanced at it. Just seeing the four words "Brother Song Zhan" made her feel a nameless rage.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you think? Will you remarry me or marry her?"