Chapter 73 We all live the same life, but why are some people thriving?

Fortunately, Huang Ya was highly skilled, and Gao Xiaoman was able to escape danger after a few days in the hospital.

But while she thanked Huang Ya profusely, she told Zhang Guoqing when she got home, "When I give birth, you take me to a big hospital in the provincial capital."

"Why?" Zhang Guoqing asked, puzzled. Huang Ya's skills were far superior to those of the previous doctors.

If it weren't for him, it's uncertain whether his wife's baby would have survived this time.

But he had already started bleeding and was prepared to lose the child, but Huang Ya managed to save the baby for him.

Unlike Gao Xiaoman's superficial gratitude, Zhang Guoqing was genuinely grateful to Huang Ya.

He even planned to recognize Huang Ya as his godfather after the child was born.

"Why? You still ask why?" Gao Xiaoman exclaimed in shock, "He's a man."

"So you don't like male doctors?" Zhang Guoqing tried to understand her.

"Are you comfortable letting other men touch me?"

Zhang Guoqing: ...

"But Huang Ya is a doctor."

How can doctors treat patients if they don't touch them?

"I don't care anyway."

Gao Xiaoman lay on the bed, her back turned, and said, "Huang Ya is a grown man, why does he have to study gynecology instead of anything else? What good intentions could he possibly have?"

In Gao Xiaoman's view, Huang Ya was abusing his position to do inappropriate things and intended to grope her.

If Huang Ya knew what she was thinking, he would probably be so angry that he would jump up and down and curse.

Zhang Guoqing was speechless. Dr. Huang was a jack-of-all-trades; he could treat any illness, not just gynecology.

However, the baby's due date is still far off, so he's not in a hurry and will talk about the doctor when the baby is born.

Gao Xiaoman changes her mind frequently; who knows which of her words can be believed and which cannot?

Gao Xiaoman's malice towards Huang Ya stemmed primarily from Shen Wanjun.

She felt that Huang Ya and Shen Wanjun were in cahoots; they had arrested T.W. together on the train.

Once in the compound, Huang Ya would often visit Shen Wanjun's house, whether he had something to do or not.

In Gao Xiaoman's eyes, Song Zhan's head was already completely green with envy.

A few days later, Zhang Guoqing was suddenly summoned for a talk by Political Commissar Hao.

The reason was that Gao Xiaoman's words were widely circulated in the compound, and everyone said that he had a family outside.

Some people even said they had seen the woman and that she had a foxy appearance.

Feeling wronged, Zhang Guoqing went home and vented his anger on Gao Xiaoman.

After calming down, he realized that the house was frighteningly cold.

Gao Xiaoman did not cook, and there was no fire in the coal stove.

He said irritably, "You don't eat, and you don't feed the baby in your belly either?"

Gao Xiaoman said innocently, "We're out of honeycomb briquettes at home, you know that."

"If you're so capable, go get your hands on coal. What's the use of blaming me?"

"I'm pregnant and I still have to take care of you, and you still yell at me."

Gao Xiaoman's tears fell in a steady stream, but Zhang Guoqing only felt annoyed.

"Didn't Comrade Shen also get pregnant and take care of herself? You're just being delicate."

Gao Xiaoman retorted, "She didn't cook; Song Juan did all the cooking."

Zhang Guoqing said "Oh," and then said, "Then I'll ask my mom to come and take care of you."

"No," Gao Xiaoman refused without hesitation.

She didn't even know what her mother-in-law was like; she was an uneducated old woman from the countryside.

If we live together, I'm afraid she'll be criticized if she sleeps in even a little longer.

"Then let your sister come over," Zhang Guoqing suggested.

Gao Xiaoman remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

She was a little worried that her sister might seduce her husband, but for now, this was all she could do.

After she gives birth, give her sister some money and send the person away.

Zhang Guoqing came to Shen Wanjun's house to buy honeycomb briquettes, only to find that there were hardly any left.

The honeycomb briquettes that were once stacked high are now reduced to only one or two layers.

The truck that delivers honeycomb briquettes to the compound didn't come; the truck broke down completely, and the bridge collapsed.

They won't be able to see coal anytime soon.

"Battalion Commander Zhang, here you go." Song Juan helped him pack the coal briquettes.

Shen Wanjun said, "That's all. My family will keep the rest for our own use."

The implication is that they won't be selling it next time.

Battalion Commander Zhang gave an awkward laugh and said, "I understand."

Even if he knew, what could he do? There was nothing he could do.

He had a powerful figure to serve at home, so he didn't have time to say much. He paid the money and left.

On his way home, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper as he overheard people whispering about him.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw the same people who had just been talking badly about him immediately smiling and greeting him.

"Battalion Commander Zhang."

Zhang Guoqing was so angry he wanted to hit someone; he felt like everything was going wrong lately.

Recalling when she was selling coal earlier, Shen Wanjun had fair skin, a gentle voice, and was radiant.

Even Song Zhan, who used to be a cripple, stood up with the help of crutches and greeted him.

Zhang Guoqing shook his head. He and Song Zhan were both battalion commanders, and their wives were both from wealthy families.

But why is there such a huge difference between people?

Other people live a warm and happy life, while his life is a complete mess.

He had to patiently coax Gao Xiaoman every day, but she didn't appreciate it at all and even spread rumors that caused him to be talked to by Political Commissar Hao.

Zhang Guoqing went to the service center to buy some rice, flour, and oil, but found that there wasn't much left.

He asked in a panic, "Comrade, what's going on?"

These people only know how to eat and do nothing, don't they know how to replenish their supplies?

A man inside, idly listening to the radio, said, "Battalion Commander Zhang, don't you know?"

"Know what?" Zhang Guoqing felt as if he had missed some important information.

"The blizzard blocked the roads, the bridge collapsed, and the deliverymen were reassigned to road repair."

Zhang Guoqing responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "Does that mean we're going to run out of food?"

"It's not that serious. Once the bridge is repaired, we can bring them in."

How long will it take to repair the bridge?

"How would I know?" the man said.

Zhang Guoqing responded with an "oh," feeling that his IQ had recently declined significantly.

How could a salesperson possibly know about something like this?

"I'll take everything else, whatever else is available."

"Battalion Commander Zhang, if you buy them all, how will the others survive? The regulations stipulate that each family can only receive a maximum of 5 jin of rice or 5 jin of flour. You choose."

Helpless, Zhang Guoqing could only carry 5 kilograms of rice home.

Gao Xiaoman can't make noodles; she can only steam rice.

The next day, Huang Ya appeared at Shen Wanjun's doorstep looking disheveled.

As soon as Song Juan opened the door, she saw him standing there, his clothes tattered, covered in mud, and his face pale.

"Dr. Huang, what's wrong?"

Song Juan pulled him into the house and brought out hot dishes and rice.

Huang Ya took a few bites to recover. "A room in the hospital collapsed under the weight of the snow."

"It's not your office, is it?" Shen Wanjun exclaimed in surprise. How unlucky could this be?

In fact, Huang Ya was just that unlucky.

His office was a temporary structure, built not with bricks, but with wood.

Huang Ya was struck by a sudden disaster in his sleep and barely managed to crawl out.

The dirt was so thick under his fingernails that this grown man almost cried.

Having narrowly escaped death, Huang Ya was so emotional that he opened his arms wide, wanting someone to hug him.

He is very vulnerable right now and desperately needs comfort.

Looking left and right, he said sadly, "Sister-in-law."

Song Zhan glared at him coldly: "That's my wife."

He pushed Huang Ya away, and Huang Ya turned and snuggled into Song Juan's arms.

Song Juan stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

The Dr. Huang she knew didn't seem to be like that.