While Huang Wanzhen was busy preparing for the exam, she took some time to go to the hospital to remove the gauze. This time, Dr. Anthony did not show up, and Shen Junyan helped her remove it.

"You're recovering okay, but your legs are a little thin. I think it's muscle atrophy. You need to move more and get more massages."

Huang Wanzhen nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, Doctor Shen, when do you think I can walk again?"

"You can try walking now, but you have to do it gradually. At first, the time shouldn't be too long, preferably no more than an hour." He paused and added, "If possible, it's best to come to the hospital for rehabilitation once a week. I'll help you plan the rehabilitation exercises and schedule, and you can follow them when you go home."

Huang Wanzhen saw his embarrassment and laughed, "Don't worry, it's quite convenient for me to go out now. I can come here once a week if I have the conditions."

"Okay, then let's set the time for you to come next time." Shen Junyan took out a notebook, discussed the time with Huang Wanzhen, recorded it in the notebook, and then sent her away.

Huang Wanzhen was extremely busy for a while, wishing there were forty-eight hours in a day. In addition to attending Shen Junru's regular classes, she also had to write novels, practice walking, and practice calligraphy whenever she had the chance, because Shen Junru said that if you write with a brush during the Chinese exam, you will get extra points.

Huang Wanzhen thought, she didn't ask for extra points, she just hoped that no points would be deducted from her.

One day, Zheng Yusang came back in the evening, holding a box in his hand, and came to Huang Wanzhen.

Huang Wanzhen stared at the book in her hand without looking away. Ever since Zheng Yusang had done something bad behind her back and didn't let her go out, she started to ignore him and treat him with disregard.

The two of them have been in a cold war until now, and Zheng Yusang couldn't stand it anymore, so she came here today to apologize to her.

"Wanzhen, this is a new cheongsam from the old tailor shop on West Street. I heard it's made according to the latest style in Shanghai. You gave me a suit, and I'll give you a cheongsam. Isn't that quite considerate?" Zheng Yusang acted as if he wasn't a stingy person, which made Huang Wanzhen curl her lips. "You don't have something to ask of me, do you?"

"That's impossible." Zheng Yusang quickly shook his head. "Am I that kind of person?"

Huang Wanzhen glanced at him, took the box directly and put it aside, "Okay, thank you, I'll take it."

Somehow, Zheng Yusang's good mood was suddenly dampened and he felt a little disappointed.

"Why don't you try it? If there's anything that doesn't fit, you can ask them to change it for free."

Huang Wanzhen shook her head. "No need. I've made so many clothes for you and your parents. I'm already an expert. If there's anything that doesn't fit, I can alter it myself."

Zheng Yusang smiled awkwardly and said something else: "Do you have enough material for clothes? If not, I'll go to my mother and ask her for two pieces for you."

Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and said in a bad tone, "What do you mean by asking for two pieces? I didn't embezzle any of your fabrics. I gave them all to your family of three, and you did it for free."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. Look at my mouth." Zheng Yusang said with an apologetic smile.

Huang Wanzhen ignored him and turned her attention back to the book in her hand.

Zheng Yusang deliberately cleared his throat, and seeing that Huang Wanzhen still ignored him, he coughed twice.

"Wanzhen, Qingming Festival is in two days. You can wear your new cheongsam."

Huang Wanzhen looked up at him and asked, "Will your mother accept me wearing a new cheongsam?"

Zheng Yusang patted his chest and assured her, "It's okay, just put it on. I'll go talk to her."

Huang Wanzhen sneered, "You don't have to tell me, I don't have to wear it."

Zheng Yusang smiled and said, "Don't be so unkind! We are all good relatives, right?"

Huang Wanzhen was disturbed by him and could not concentrate on reading. She could only ask, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Zheng Yusang just waved his hand when Huang Wanzhen retorted, "I'll give you one chance. If you don't want to say it, go away and don't disturb me while I'm reading."

"My classmate thinks my suit looks good. Could you please make one for him according to his size?" Seeing her trying to chase her away, Zheng Yusang quickly told her the purpose of today.

I thought it would be difficult to get Huang Wanzhen to agree, but unexpectedly she agreed immediately, "Sure! Five dollars."

"Okay, sure. Do you want me to give it to you now, or after it's done?" Zheng Yusang agreed too quickly, drawing Huang Wanzhen's suspicious gaze. "Don't you think five dollars is too much?"

"Not much, not much. Handmade suits from foreign companies cost hundreds of dollars! Our fabric is inferior, but the style is nice! My classmate's father works in the Transportation Bureau. His family is very wealthy. He was attracted by the novel look of this suit."

Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and immediately raised the price, "Twenty dollars, no bargaining."

Zheng Yusang shouted exaggeratedly, "Didn't we just agree on five dollars? How did it suddenly increase so much? Are you robbing me?"

Huang Wanzhen put her hands on her hips and said confidently, "Can you blame me for this? You said I didn't ask for much. Handmade suits abroad cost hundreds of dollars. By comparison, my twenty dollars is only one-fifth of what they pay, and the style is even better. Don't you think your classmate got away with it?"

"Besides, I'm a good relative of yours. Why don't you help me and instead help outsiders?"

Zheng Yusang frowned in embarrassment. "How can it be the same? That's a foreigner's shop, what's yours?"

Huang Wanzhen was so angry at his rhetoric of worshipping foreigners that she laughed, "Haha, I was originally thinking of making you a different style of suit, but now that you've mentioned it, I feel it would be unfair for you to wear my suit. So I won't make it for you. If you want to wear it, go buy it from a foreign company."

"Don't." Zheng Yusang was afraid that Huang Wanzhen really wouldn't let him do it, so he hurriedly said, "Can you let me ask my classmates tomorrow? I didn't tell him about the money. You just mentioned five dollars, and I wanted to advance it for him, but he just didn't give it to me, so it's okay."

"But twenty dollars is not a small amount. I don't want to pay for it."

Huang Wanzhen agreed very easily, "Okay."

If Zheng Yusang's classmates agree, then she will have a new way to make money. If they don't agree, she will have more time to write novels. No matter what the result is, she will gladly accept it.

Zheng Yusang attached great importance to this matter. After all, his classmate's father worked in the Transportation Bureau. Having a good relationship with him could broaden his network of contacts, and it would be easier to ask for help if he needed him in the future.

He didn't delay for a single day. He returned home in the evening of the next day and gave Huang Wanzhen a positive answer.

However, before she started, Qingming Festival arrived. The good news was that Zheng Yumei had returned to her husband's home, so Huang Wanzhen could have a lot of peace and quiet. The bad news was that Zheng Ruqing was going to Fuyou Temple to burn incense for his ancestors, and he had instructed in advance that the whole family should go together, and Huang Wanzhen had to go with them to burn incense and kowtow.