Chapter 41 The thin blanket covering Qingyun's face rose slightly.
He didn't know what side effects taking medicine when he wasn't sick would have, but judging from his condition over the past month, he shouldn't die anytime soon.
As the bowl of black medicine gradually emptied, Jiang Mingxue thoughtfully pulled a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to him.
Rong Chengzhou pursed his lips and took the medicine, carefully wiping away the remaining medicine from his lips.
Colonel Rong, who was always hardworking and resilient, found the Chinese medicine extremely bitter for the first time.
The bitterness spread from the tip of my tongue to my mouth, growing stronger and stronger.
His brows gradually furrowed.
Jiang Mingxue washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen, only to find that Rong Chengzhou looked very uncomfortable.
He went over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Rong Chengzhou slowly shook his head: "It's nothing."
He paused, then asked, "Is tonight's dosage higher than the previous two days?"
Otherwise, why would it be so bitter?
“No,” Jiang Mingxue said, puzzled. “It’s the same as before.”
Rong Chengzhou paused for two seconds, then took a washed red grape from the fruit plate and began peeling it.
Jiang Mingxue sat down next to him, her eyes lighting up: "Is the medicine working?"
With slender, well-defined fingers, the skin of the red grapes was peeled away little by little, revealing the glistening flesh.
After slowly tossing the fruit peel into the trash can, Rong Chengzhou turned to look at her, his calm words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"It is quite effective."
They slept in the same bed, and she fell asleep instantly every night, while he had to endure for at least an hour to fall asleep.
His renowned wife was indeed a highly skilled doctor.
A glint of light flashed in Jiang Mingxue's eyes as she asked hopefully, "So how are you feeling now?"
The man held a red grape between his neatly trimmed fingers, his eyelids slightly lifted: "I feel a rush of blood to my head, a bit hot."
Jiang Mingxue's eyes lit up even more: "Really?!"
Rong Chengzhou gave a faint "hmm," and slowly peeled off the last bit of skin from the red grape, then said, "It's just that I don't feel very comfortable."
"Oh? Where do you feel unwell?" she asked with concern.
Rong Chengzhou didn't rush to answer; instead, he raised his hand and put the red grape into her mouth.
"Hmm..."
Her lips and tongue were pried open, and her soft female voice was muffled by half a plump red grape.
Immediately afterwards, the man beside her grabbed the back of her neck, leaned in, and bit down on the other half of the red grape as their lips met.
A deep, hoarse voice traveled along the red grape to her ears: "The medicine is bitter, and my mouth feels uncomfortable."
Jiang Mingxue's body suddenly stiffened, her arms braced in front of her, her eyes widening as she stared at him in astonishment.
I peeled the grapes but didn't eat them; I had to feed them to her before I tried to snatch them away.
We're not short of grapes at home, what are you doing?!
The living room ceiling light emitted a warm yellow glow. Rong Chengzhou's eyes were lightly closed, and she could only see his thick, short eyelashes casting two shadows in his eyes.
His thin lips parted, he swallowed half a grape, and then pushed the other half in, along with his hot tongue, aggressively invading.
A large hand gripped her neck with an irresistible force. Her body involuntarily leaned back a few steps, her back pressed against the sofa armrest, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.
The crisp scent of cedar enveloped her, and the bitterness of the Chinese medicine entered her mouth first, even before the sweetness of the red grapes.
Jiang Mingxue frowned; so this medicine was really bitter.
As their lips met, the strong smell of Chinese medicine was gradually masked by the sweet scent of red grape juice, mixed with the cedar scent on his body. She gradually got used to it, and her smooth forehead was smoothed again.
She slowly lowered her hand, climbed onto his neck, and closed her eyes in response.
Their breathing gradually became heavy, and the surrounding temperature continued to rise, even the cold air from the air conditioner was of no use.
The clock on the wall ticked away, as if an eternity had passed.
She didn't know how much time had passed, until she was kissed to the point of suffocation, before Rong Chengzhou finally let go of her.
He stretched out his long arm, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the grape juice from her lips.
The light green juice smeared onto the tissue and instantly stained it.
Jiang Mingxue's arms were still wrapped around his neck. She was breathing softly, her eyes still a little dazed, as he wiped her face.
The tissue was thrown into the trash can. The man raised his hand, his slightly rough fingertips gently caressing her reddened lips, his eyes filled with an undisguised desire.
His voice was hoarse after the kiss: "Was it bitter?"
Jiang Mingxue nodded slightly, her reaction a little slow: "Mmm..."
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she said softly, "I'll give you two candies next time."
Rong Chengzhou closed his eyes helplessly.
There will be a next time.
She was certain that he was impotent.
Rong Chengzhou suddenly asked curiously, "What would you do if I couldn't get rid of my flaws?"
The last time he mentioned a flaw that he was often away from home and couldn't be by her side often, but this time the flaw he mentioned finally resonated with her.
Jiang Mingxue had calmed her breathing, a hint of heartache in her eyes. She leaned forward and hugged him tightly.
"Then I will always be with you."
She spoke sincerely this time, and there was no suspicion of her lying.
Rong Chengzhou also knew that she hadn't lied to him this time.
After all, finding a husband in the vast northern city who is rarely home and has a physical disability is no easy feat for her.
Well, isn't that what she's after?
Such an understanding and kind wife is hard to find even with a lantern. What more could he possibly want?
Rong Chengzhou suppressed the burning desire in his heart and hugged her back.
A warm, large hand covered her back, and he whispered, "Okay."
After hugging for a while, Rong Chengzhou got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Jiang Mingxue followed him and stood next to him, taking a water cup to brush her teeth.
Rong Chengzhou had just filled the water bottle when he glanced at her with an ambiguous look, wondering why she needed to brush her teeth after just a kiss.
Do you dislike him that much?
Jiang Mingxue understood what he meant, but instead of explaining, she rinsed her mouth in front of the mirror.
It's his own fault for snatching the grapes from her mouth.
She brushed her teeth after taking a shower, and didn't need to brush them again, but Rong Chengzhou stuffed half a red grape into her mouth, leaving her with a mouthful of Chinese medicine taste.
Her entire tongue is now bitter.
It was a rare moment when doctors and patients empathized with each other.
Rong Chengzhou looked slightly displeased and shifted his gaze to his own task.
The two stood side by side next to the large washbasin, brushing their teeth together using the same style of toothbrush and cups but different colors.
Hers is light purple, his is dark blue.
They were brushing their teeth quietly. The bathroom lights were bright, and the only sounds were the gurgling water from the pipes and the almost silent buzzing of the electric toothbrushes.
Jiang Mingxue brushed her teeth while looking in the mirror. When she glanced up at the huge height difference between the two people in the mirror, she couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly.
I never noticed it was so obvious before, how come there's such a big difference when we stand together?
This makes her look like a primary school student.
While he was spitting out foam, she quietly tiptoed.
Looking in the mirror again, the height difference looked much more harmonious. My lips, still damp with foam, unconsciously curved into a smile; I was in a good mood.
Rong Chengzhou brushed his teeth with a dark expression, pretending not to see her little trick, and rinsed his mouth first.
She took out a washcloth to wipe her face, but stood aside instead of rushing out.
After Jiang Mingxue brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth, she turned off the tap and said to him, "Get me a ticket too."
Rong Chengzhou reached out and handed it to her, then moved to her waist, gently pinched her with both hands, and lifted her onto the spacious glass countertop of the washbasin.
Caught off guard by the sudden hug, Jiang Mingxue sat on the sink, her hands on his shoulders, and whispered, "What are you doing?"
The man's eyes held a dark glint as he looked at her eye to eye, appearing only two inches taller than her in the mirror.
A deep voice echoed in the bathroom: "That way you won't have to stand on tiptoe."
Jiang Mingxue blushed instantly, feeling embarrassed for a moment, but then pretended to be calm and said, "Don't worry about it, I have my own way."
Her little face was full of pride, and she was about to jump down, propping herself up on her arms.
They will certainly not accept food offered with contempt.
Rong Chengzhou couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't let her get down, but instead held her slender shoulders in his palm and pressed her back down.
With his other hand, he pinched her chin and kissed her on the lips.
You can't have sex with her, but it didn't say you can't kiss her.
After a couple of seconds of hesitation, his gaze slowly shifted away from Jiang Mingxue's wide eyes, locking onto her with his deep eyes:
"I've brushed my teeth."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Is this man mistaking her for an enemy reconnaissance aircraft?!
Immediately afterwards, a strong arm reached under her knees, lifted her up, and carried her out of the bathroom.
He carried her, shoes and all, to the bed, then bent down to take off her slippers and covered her with a blanket.
Then he went to lie down on the other side, turned off the light, pulled her into his arms, and patted her affectionately.
"Go to sleep."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
She lay in his arms, keeping a little distance so that he wouldn't kiss her anytime, anywhere.
His tone was serious: "Rong Chengzhou, be serious, I have something to ask you."
Rong Chengzhou didn't think he was being improper in any way.
But he didn't refute her, only said calmly, "Yes, you say it."
Jiang Mingxue rested her head on his arm and slowly said, "The people you saw today were sent by the Ning family to find Yan Ze. From what they said, Yan Ze is Ning Guohui's son. Did you know that?"
Rong Chengzhou: "I heard some things a few days ago. He is Ning Guohui's undisclosed son. His original name was Ning Yanzhe. Now that the Ning family is fighting for power, they want to acknowledge him."
He paused for a moment, then explained, "The reason I didn't tell you is because I felt it was something I shouldn't be the one to say."
He knows many things, but he's unwilling to do them.
He knew better than anyone that if he told Jiang Mingxue about Yan Ze's background and his inappropriate thoughts, given her personality, she would immediately dismiss Yan Ze and make him leave.
Firstly, he was unwilling to compete using such low-class methods; secondly, he felt that Jiang Mingxue looked down on Yan Ze and posed no threat to him.
So they were left to resolve the matter themselves.
Jiang Mingxue nodded, recalling the scene when Ning Jialing met Yan Ze at the clinic, and instantly understood.
“It seems he’s not doing well at the Ning family’s. I was thinking of pushing him out today, but I was afraid he would be abused if he went home, so I thought I’d let him stay at Yuanhe Medical Clinic for a while longer.”
"Rong Chengzhou, what do you think I should do?"
Rong Chengzhou spoke calmly: "You can't keep him here for long. He'll have to face what he has to face sooner or later."
Jiang Mingxue was aware of this, but Yan Ze was, after all, her student, and over the past two years, some teacher-student affection had inevitably developed.
He sighed deeply, somewhat regretfully: "I haven't personally taught many students, and Aze was one of them, but I never expected him to be a descendant of the Ning family."
Rong Chengzhou tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer: "You've already worked hard enough, don't worry so much about others, go to sleep."
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Okay."
The next day, Jiang Mingxue felt a warm current flowing through her body while she was sleeping, and she opened her eyes with a whoosh.
It wasn't even six o'clock yet, and Rong Chengzhou was still asleep. She gently pushed his arm away, sat up in bed, and went to the bathroom.
She had put on a panty liner beforehand, so it didn't get on her pants.
I changed my sanitary napkin, washed my hands, and went outside. It was still early, so I planned to go back to bed for a nap.
I tiptoed into bed and was about to lift the covers when my gaze inadvertently caught sight of something flashing by on the other side.
She looked over in confusion, her brows furrowing slightly.
It was already bright daylight, and light was filtering through the gaps in the curtains, allowing a glimpse of the interior.
On the spot where Rong Chengzhou was lying, there was a noticeable bulge on the flat, thin blanket.
Jiang Mingxue raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.
Was she hallucinating?
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