Chapter 42 Qingyun, I will always be with you.
In the dappled sunlight of the bedroom, Jiang Mingxue stared intently at the inexplicable bulge, wondering if she had just woken up and was still not fully awake.
She knew that most men experience morning erections, but how could Rong Chengzhou possibly?
Could it be that the medicine is working?
I've never heard of a case that went by so quickly.
Has her medical skill reached an extraordinary level?
Jiang Mingxue didn't believe it. Turning her head, she saw that Rong Chengzhou was still asleep, so she carefully reached out her hand to see what was there.
It could be a crease in the blanket that wasn't smoothed out, or it could be Rong Chengzhou's hand that was there.
Afraid of waking Rong Chengzhou, she deliberately moved very quietly, her hand gradually reaching towards that place.
Jiang Mingxue inexplicably felt like a lewd woman, doing such a thing while Rong Chengzhou was asleep.
As she drew closer, her breathing unconsciously became very light, as if it were about to stop.
I both hoped it would be a physical bulge and found it hard to believe.
However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the fabric of the down comforter, Rong Chengzhou suddenly turned over in his sleep.
A strong, long arm swept across and pulled her down into his embrace.
"......"
Jiang Mingxue watched helplessly as her hand, which was about to explore the truth, uncontrollably deviated from its original trajectory.
Unable to withstand the strength of his arm, she collapsed onto the bed.
At home, there is no early morning training; Rong Chengzhou doesn't get up until six o'clock.
It wasn't even six o'clock yet, his eyes were still closed, and he was holding Jiang Mingxue's waist. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Why did you wake up so early?"
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
I don't want to answer him.
She lay on the pillow and reached out to lift his arm, but it wouldn't budge.
I had no choice but to look in that direction with my eyes turned to the side.
However, as Rong Chengzhou turned over, the area had long lost its original shape, leaving only a crumpled blanket.
Jiang Mingxue withdrew her gaze in frustration, staring fixedly at the ceiling. She was no longer sleepy and was thinking about whether there were any other ways to investigate.
She usually goes to bed early and has never paid attention to changes in Rong Chengzhou's body.
In fact, her hand was only one centimeter away from Rong Chengzhou's, and she could touch him if she moved a little.
But she was afraid of waking Rong Chengzhou up and couldn't bring herself to do it.
You can't exactly pull back the covers to look, can you?
Jiang Mingxue frowned in disgust; that was just too perverted.
Moreover, Rong Chengzhou was pressing down on the blanket, so she couldn't lift it up.
What should we do?
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, feeling sleepy again, but still couldn't come up with a solution.
Finally, I fell asleep again without realizing it.
Although Jiang Mingxue does not experience menstrual cramps, she still suffers from lower back pain and fatigue during her period.
In addition, I woke up once in the middle of the night and didn't hear the alarm clock for a while.
It was almost seven o'clock when Rong Chengzhou saw that she hadn't come out yet, so he went into the bedroom to call her to get up.
He had already gone for a run, taken a shower, and changed into a casual shirt and dark pants.
He sat on the side of the bed, gently rubbed her head, and whispered, "Get up."
"Hmm..." Jiang Mingxue responded groggily, but did not open her eyes.
Seeing that she was extremely sleepy, Rong Chengzhou waited another five minutes before calling her a second time.
Jiang Mingxue finally opened her eyes with difficulty and sat up in bed.
My hair was a mess, I was up, but my mind wasn't clear yet.
Rong Chengzhou couldn't help but chuckle when he first saw her sleeping in.
"Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are you so tired?"
Jiang Mingxue calmed down a bit and became more clear-headed: "No, it's my period."
Rong Chengzhou: "How about I take a day off today?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head and had already lifted the blanket: "No need, I'm just a little sleepy and feel a bit heavy."
Rong Chengzhou nodded: "I'll ask Aunt Lian to cook something light these days."
Jiang Mingxue bent down to put on her shoes: "Okay."
He paused as he bent over, his eyes glancing unconsciously toward a certain spot.
Rong Chengzhou was standing right in front of her; she could see him with just a glance.
Although it wasn't erect, the fabric there was slightly wrinkled, and the shape was vaguely visible.
Fearing he would become suspicious, she glanced at it quickly and looked away, then bent down to put on her shoes.
I woke up a little late today and left home 20 minutes later than usual, but I arrived just in time and wasn't late.
When she entered the clinic, Yan Ze was already waiting for her at the door: "Dr. Jiang."
His face looked haggard, and he had stubble growing on his beard, as if he hadn't slept all night.
Jiang Mingxue glanced at him, her tone less stern than yesterday: "Do as I told you yesterday. Hand over your recent tasks to others, and we'll discuss your matter when I have time."
Seeing that she wasn't angry like yesterday, Yan Ze felt a little relieved.
With his head down, like a child who had done something wrong, he said, "Okay, Dr. Jiang."
Jiang Mingxue went into the rest room to change her clothes. She had gotten up a little late and didn't have time to make tea today. She went to the clinic to see patients as soon as she finished changing.
Out of trust, Yan Ze helped take care of many of the long-term patients she was responsible for. The handover process was complicated, and Yan Ze had to do some of the work first before gradually handing it over to others.
Although Jiang Mingxue felt more sympathy, she was still angry at heart. When she spoke to Yan Ze, she always appeared indifferent and distant, and even changed her former "A Ze" to Yan Ze.
Xu Yan noticed her unusually cold attitude and secretly ran over to ask her when Yan Ze was not around: "Sister Ming, did you and Brother Yan Ze have a fight?"
Jiang Mingxue, head down, was recording the patient's medical history: "It wasn't exactly an argument."
"What happened? Why does it seem like there's something fishy going on between you two?"
"I can't tell you about this yet. Yan Ze will tell you himself before he leaves."
"What!?" Xu Yan exclaimed in surprise. "Sister Ming, are you going to fire Brother Yan Ze?"
Jiang Mingxue has a good temper and is patient with her students. So far, she has never voluntarily dismissed any apprentices or doctors.
Yan Ze was her most trusted student, but unexpectedly, he was also the first to be dismissed.
After Jiang Mingxue finished writing the medical record, she received it in the folder: "Consider this a negotiated termination of the contract. Help him hand over his work these next two days. Xiao Liang has learned enough, so let him take over the rest of the work. But he doesn't have much experience, so please take good care of him afterward."
Xu Yan sighed. Although she felt regret that her colleague of two years was leaving, she did not question Jiang Mingxue's decision.
"Okay, Sister Ming."
After Xu Yan left, Jiang Mingxue received a phone call from the president of Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, inviting her to give a lecture to the new students at the university next week during the start of the new semester.
Beijing North Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital University is her alma mater, where she completed both her undergraduate and master's degrees. Shortly after she took over Yuanhe Medical Clinic last year, she was invited to give a lecture.
However, she was on a medical tour at the time and declined the offer due to the scheduling conflict.
This year, the principal persisted and personally came to invite her, so she naturally couldn't refuse again and agreed on the spot.
She then saw several more patients, and by the time she finished, it was already past 4 p.m. She got up and went to another consultation room to find Dr. Feng.
Dr. Feng is renowned for his expertise in men's health and is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor specially hired by Yuanhe Medical Clinic. Jiang Mingxue had been thinking about this matter since this morning and finally found the time to consult him.
She can also treat some urological conditions, but many patients are reluctant to talk about their gender, so most of her cases are handled by male doctors.
Everyone has their own area of expertise, and she certainly doesn't have as much experience as Dr. Feng.
He only went in after seeing the last patient and sat down opposite the examination table.
Dr. Feng looked at her strangely and solemnly emphasized, "Dr. Jiang, this is a men's health clinic."
Jiang Mingxue was a little embarrassed: "...I know it's a men's health clinic, I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
Dr. Feng understood: "Tell me about it."
Jiang Mingxue considered for a moment and handed him the prescription: "I've been treating a patient with erectile dysfunction recently. He's been taking the medicine for almost a month now. This is the prescription I wrote. He missed a few days in between. See how long this prescription should take to work."
Dr. Feng glanced at it and said, "This prescription is fine, there's nothing wrong with it. Is the patient's condition serious?"
Jiang Mingxue thought for a moment, calculated Rong Chengzhou's age, and answered seriously:
"It must be quite serious; it's been going on for several years now."
How old is the patient?
"Over thirty."
“It’s impossible to cure him in such a short time.” Dr. Feng put down the prescription and said with certainty, “This condition will take at least three to six months to take effect, and to put it bluntly, he has dragged it out for so long, and he is now over thirty, so it will be very difficult to cure him.”
Jiang Mingxue looked worried: "Ah...is there really no other way?"
"There's no way around it, it's an indisputable fact that men's sexual function will continue to decline after the age of thirty. Besides, people nowadays love to stay up late and drink alcohol. I've even seen twenty-year-olds doing it."
"Oh, right." Dr. Feng remembered something, "Dr. Jiang, I remember your husband is a few years older than you, he must be over thirty, you should tell him to take care of his health."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Although it was meant to be caring, it sounded so strange.
She forced a smile: "Don't worry, my husband is in very good health."
After saying that, she got up and went back, her heart growing heavier.
She knew it wouldn't take effect so quickly.
In the evening, Rong Chengzhou came to pick her up to go home for dinner.
Seeing that she didn't look well, I reached out and touched her forehead; she didn't have a fever.
He sat in the driver's seat, his warm palm moving to her face, his large hand easily covering most of her face:
His slightly rough fingertips caressed her cheek as he softly asked, "What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head and rubbed against his palm like a kitten.
Then she rested her head against his chest, her voice muffled:
“Rong Chengzhou, today President Sun of my alma mater, Beijing University of Medicine, called me and invited me to return to the school next week to give a lecture.”
The car was parked on the side of the road, not started. Rong Chengzhou listened attentively:
"Beijing University of Medicine is very famous, which is a good thing. Why would you be unhappy?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head in his arms: "I can't even cure a minor illness, I'm not qualified to give a speech at all."
Rong Chengzhou gently stroked her back, his magnetic and warm voice echoing in the carriage: "There is no doctor in this world who can cure all diseases. Even Hua Tuo would be stumped by internal medicine. I don't know if you encountered a difficult patient today, making you doubt yourself. But I know that the name Jiang Mingxue of Yuanhe Medical Hall is renowned in the medical world, known to everyone. Principal Sun's personal invitation shows that he acknowledges you, values you, and that you are worthy of his respect."
His voice was calm and unhurried, like a feather soothing the chasms in her heart.
Jiang Mingxue's nose tingled: "But I still feel so sad."
She didn't know what she was sad about; she should be happy that she couldn't be cured.
She did her best to follow Madam Rong's instructions and did not go against her conscience or medical ethics.
Under these circumstances, since Rong Chengzhou cannot be cured, she should feel fortunate that she is not forced to have marital relations with him; it is the best solution for both of them.
But today, the thought that Rong Chengzhou would be very upset if she couldn't get better made her feel inexplicably depressed.
Even Jiang Mingxue herself didn't realize that her mindset had changed at some point.
From initially only wanting to find a husband who could satisfy her Platonic marriage needs, to later being unwilling to violate medical ethics and doing her best to treat him, and now feeling guilty and sad because she can't be cured.
She could no longer discern how many complex emotions were mixed in with this.
It could be the compassion of a doctor, the sense of responsibility that arises from being together as husband and wife, or some other emotion that she couldn't quite understand.
It was as if a cloud of mist was gathering in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
Rong Chengzhou gently patted her back, patiently comforting her:
"I know you have the right to be sad, and you can just be yourself until tomorrow morning."
Jiang Mingxue nodded repeatedly, staying in his arms for a very long time.
Outside the car, pedestrians hurried by, and no one disturbed the newlyweds inside the SUV.
It wasn't until nightfall that Jiang Mingxue was able to pull herself out of her deep sorrow.
She sniffed and hugged the man tightly around the waist through the center console:
"Rong Chengzhou, what I said yesterday was true. No matter what happens to you, I will always be with you."
This promise came suddenly, shattering the previously warm atmosphere.
Rong Chengzhou's arms, which were holding his frail wife, suddenly paused.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Could it be him who Jiang Mingxue considers a troublesome patient?
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