Chapter 25. High-altitude radiation hazards caused by strong winds.
Ren Rushuang: "..."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
As soon as the words were spoken, Madam Rong and Jiang Mingxue turned around almost simultaneously.
Madam Rong nearly stammered, feigning anger as she scolded, "Chengzhou, why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"
The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they had no idea when Rong Chengzhou appeared or how much he had overheard.
Rong Chengzhou walked over unhurriedly, his voice indifferent: "Can you hear me in person?"
Ren Rushuang: "..."
Madam Rong was already flustered. Jiang Mingxue quietly observed Rong Chengzhou's expression from the side and saw that he looked normal and was not angry.
Moreover, their conversation was quite veiled, without specifically mentioning that matter, leading him to secretly guess that he hadn't heard it.
Composing herself, she raised her hand and pointed to the face mask on her face: "I was just talking to my mom about how this skincare brand that sells face masks has been in trouble recently, and it hasn't been available in China for the past two months."
“Ah, yes, yes, yes! Mingxue is right.” Madam Rong quickly echoed.
Rong Chengzhou lowered his eyes to observe their expressions. One of them looked suspicious at first glance, while the other's plain face was covered by a face mask, making it impossible to see clearly.
He spoke with such an earnest tone that he couldn't detect any flaws at first.
Rong Chengzhou suppressed his suspicions and didn't say anything, handing Jiang Mingxue's phone over: "The phone just rang."
Jiang Mingxue hurriedly took it, her habitual "thank you" forcibly taken back.
He simply said in a gentle voice, "Okay."
I glanced down at my phone; it was just a spam call.
"I'll chat with Mom for a bit and then go back. You should get some rest," she said.
"Okay, let's not talk too late."
Rong Chengzhou turned around and went back to his room.
Regardless of whether they were hiding anything, since Jiang Mingxue was unwilling to talk about it, he didn't pry.
Ren Rushuang gently patted her chest when the door to Rong Chengzhou's bedroom rang again: "You scared me! I thought he heard me."
This wasn't a secret that couldn't be discussed, but men are concerned about their image, and her son certainly didn't want others to know about it, so Ren Rushuang could only discuss it privately with Jiang Mingxue.
To ensure they wouldn't be overheard, Ren Rushuang pulled Jiang Mingxue to the second-floor study, the furthest from Rong Chengzhou's bedroom, and locked the door.
The face mask was worn out, so Jiang Mingxue tore it off and threw it in the trash. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat on the sofa, finally no longer needing to hide their conversation, and seriously discussed the matter.
Ren Rushuang held her hand and sighed, "Mingxue, I know our family has let you down, and there's nothing I can do to make it up to you. Just tell me what you want from now on, and I'll do my best to meet your needs."
Madam Rong spoke earnestly, and Jiang Mingxue suddenly realized something: "Mom, was that house in Songyunting the one you gave me because of this matter?"
“Yes.” Ren Rushuang nodded, her words full of guilt. “I know this house is dispensable to you, but it is a major event in your life. Even ten houses are meaningless to you.”
Jiang Mingxue lowered her eyelashes, concealing the emotions in her eyes.
Everything makes sense now.
Madam Rong knew about Rong Chengzhou's situation beforehand, which is why she was so generous, even leaving his name out of the property deed when purchasing it.
This approach is understandable, but she feels unworthy of the house.
Madam Rong thought that Rong Chengzhou owed her something, but she didn't know that she had the same problem.
In terms of physical condition, she and Rong Chengzhou were particularly well-matched.
The problem of sexual frigidity is neither a major nor a minor one, but her marriage to Rong Chengzhou was certainly not as pure as Madam Rong had imagined.
Just as she was thinking about how to explain from the beginning, Madam Rong had already turned the topic to Rong Chengzhou.
She laughed heartily: "It's okay, we'll solve any problems that arise."
"Mingxue, your medical skills are superb. Today I just want to ask you if there is any hope of curing Chengzhou's illness?"
Jiang Mingxue was drawn back to her thoughts and answered seriously, "I know roughly about his condition. Yuanhe Medical Clinic has treated many patients with this kind of illness, some mild and some severe. As long as the patient actively cooperates with the treatment, the probability of recovery is still very high."
Ren Rushuang was overjoyed: "Great, it's good that there's hope for a full recovery."
Thinking of Rong Chengzhou's stubbornness, she felt dejected and her face was full of worry. "How can I get Chengzhou to cooperate? Last year, I gave him the medicine, but he didn't take a single bite. He went to the army the next day. There was no chance to treat him at all."
Jiang Mingxue frowned slightly; this was indeed a tricky matter.
Even the most easily treatable illness requires the patient's cooperation.
How can we cure Rong Chengzhou's illness without hurting his dignity?
Jiang Mingxue couldn't think of a good solution for the time being, but since she had accepted the house from Song Yunting, she had to repay something, especially since she felt guilty towards Madam Rong.
Jiang Mingxue was unsure, but she still gently reassured Madam Rong: "Mom, I will try my best during the two months that Chengzhou is at home, but I can't guarantee that it will be effective."
After all, Rong Chengzhou doesn't even listen to his own mother, so how could he possibly listen to his wife, who has no feelings for him?
Ren Rushuang felt deeply grateful for the Rong family's good fortune in being able to marry such a wonderful daughter-in-law.
He readily agreed, "It's alright, the worst that could happen is what it is now. Go ahead and try it without worry, I'll take responsibility for anything that goes wrong."
......
This marked the end of the first important conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
It was already past 10 p.m. when Jiang Mingxue got back, and she quietly opened the door.
The bedroom lights were still on, and Rong Chengzhou was leaning against the headboard, intently reading a manual for airplane models.
Seeing her arrive, he gently closed the book: "Finished talking?"
Jiang Mingxue closed the door and nodded: "Yes, we just finished talking."
Rong Chengzhou placed the book on the bedside table, lifted the other side of the blanket, and said without asking what they were talking about: "It's getting late, you should get some rest."
"good."
Jiang Mingxue walked to the side of the bed, lay down, and covered herself with the blanket.
The lights were turned off, plunging the room into darkness, with only moonlight pouring in from the window, like scattered silver pieces spread on the quilt.
Since Rong Chengzhou carried her from the study back to the bedroom a few days ago, he has not carried her to sleep like he did the first night.
For the past week, they have been getting along peacefully, each occupying half of the two-meter bed, and their sleeping positions are basically the same when they wake up, so much so that she is not as resistant to sharing a bed as she was at the beginning.
The newlyweds acted like an old married couple, sleeping separately and never touching each other.
Jiang Mingxue kept her eyes open, not falling asleep immediately, her mind still preoccupied with Rong Chengzhou.
How can I get him to cooperate with the treatment without him noticing?
Jiang Mingxue had been treating other people's illnesses openly and honestly for ten years, and this was the first time she had to try a clandestine method, treating her own husband.
Frustrated, she turned over and sighed unconsciously.
"What's wrong?" the man beside her suddenly asked.
Jiang Mingxue was taken aback: "Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you having insomnia too?"
"No."
He exercises regularly every day, maintains a regular schedule, and rarely suffers from insomnia.
In the pitch-black night, in the silent, empty room, his voice seemed to come through a veil of mist, emanating from the darkness:
"You seem to have something on your mind."
He could tell from the moment she walked in that he hadn't slept because he was worried she needed him.
Jiang Mingxue was slightly taken aback: "Is it that obvious?"
Rong Chengzhou: "It's not obvious, but your condition is different from your usual self."
Jiang Mingxue understood.
She is usually busy all day, so she can fall asleep as soon as her head hits the bed at night.
Rong Chengzhou has always been perceptive and could easily see her changes.
If it were anything else, she could talk to him and ask for his opinion. But with what happened today, she couldn't just tell him directly, "I'm thinking about how to treat your illness."
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Rong Chengzhou, do you usually stay up late?"
Rong Chengzhou: "Except for special missions, I generally don't stay up late."
Jiang Mingxue: "So, how often do you smoke?"
Rong Chengzhou: "One per week."
He paused, then added, "I haven't smoked in the last two months."
Jiang Mingxue: "Do you drink?"
Rong Chengzhou: "I won't drink."
The Air Force has a "no alcohol" policy, prohibiting the consumption of alcohol on weekdays and 24 hours before flights.
Jiang Mingxue's brows furrowed involuntarily.
I don't stay up late, I don't smoke, I don't drink alcohol, and I have no family history of genetic disorders.
How could I have erectile dysfunction?
Is it because I'm getting old?
That shouldn't be the case.
No matter what, the physical functions of air force pilots should be much higher than those of ordinary people, not to mention that Rong Chengzhou does not look like he has a deficiency of spleen and kidney.
The new generation of "female Bian Que" was stumped by Rong Chengzhou.
If she weren't afraid of arousing his suspicion, Jiang Mingxue really wanted to take his pulse.
The room was quiet for a few minutes as Rong Chengzhou waited for her to ask the next question, and then he heard a soft, even breathing sound beside him.
He turned his head, but his wife beside him had already fallen asleep sometime earlier.
His gaze lingered on her peaceful sleeping face for a few seconds before he raised his hand and pulled the blanket draped around her waist to cover her up.
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The next day, Rong Chengzhou and Major General Rong went for a morning run and exercise at the training ground in the military compound. After they took a shower, the family had breakfast together.
After the meal, Madam Rong took Jiang Mingxue out for a stroll around the military compound and formally introduced her to the neighbors.
After lunch, Jiang Mingxue went into the kitchen, brewed a bowl of medicine, brought it upstairs, and handed it to Rong Chengzhou.
Rong Chengzhou was sitting at his desk building a model of a new type of airplane when he looked down at the dark broth in his bowl: "What is this?"
Jiang Mingxue had already prepared her words: "A tonic to regulate the body."
She got up early to study the prescription, which Madam Rong had had the housekeeper fetch from Yuanhe Medical Clinic that morning. Because she didn't know Rong Chengzhou's specific condition, she only prescribed a dose of traditional Chinese medicine tonic, including ginseng, deer antler, and wolfberry.
These medicinal herbs can strengthen bones, dispel dampness, and boost immunity. Moreover, their medicinal properties are not very strong, so they are safe for ordinary people to consume.
Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly, put down the parts in his hand, and touched the inside of the bowl.
The medicine had been cooled beforehand, so it wasn't hot.
He picked up the bowl and looked up.
He swallowed the bitter medicine without even flinching.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he drank the bowl of "tonic" in one gulp.
Jiang Mingxue was taken aback: "Aren't you going to ask what this is for?"
Rong Chengzhou wiped the medicine from his lips with a tissue and asked cooperatively, "What is this for?"
"......"
Jiang Mingxue was speechless for a moment, then came up with her prepared explanation: "I heard that high-altitude radiation is harmful to the body. Since you fly planes for a long time, the impact will definitely be greater, so I prescribed you some medicine to regulate your body."
Upon hearing this, Rong Chengzhou raised his eyes slightly: "Do you want a child?"
Jiang Mingxue was taken aback: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Rong Chengzhou's calm gaze pressed down on him, and he spoke slowly, word by word:
"One of the dangers of high-altitude radiation is its ability to kill sperm."
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