Chapter 157: I vomited again; I need to see a doctor.
Zhou Jianjun coldly turned his gaze away: "Is Du Wenxiu behind us?"
"What Du Wenxiu and Li Wenxiu? I don't understand what you're talking about!" He Xiaoman denied it outright, looking like she had been wronged.
Jiang Wanqiu stood to the side and said in a chilling tone, "If you're not going to use the toilet, what are you doing coming out from behind the toilet? There are no squat toilets there."
He Xiaoman was stunned when she heard this. She then realized that Jiang Wanqiu must have stumbled upon something!
Her eyes darted around quickly, and she quickly came up with a loud rebuttal: "I... I just heard a cat meowing behind me, so I went to check it out! But what are you up to, Jiang Wanqiu? You dragged my man here to block me first thing in the morning! What, Zhao Wenchang just left, and you're already feeling lonely and trying to seduce someone else's man?!"
Her words were loud and venomous, clearly intended to muddy the waters.
Zhou Jianjun ignored her nonsense, forcefully shook off her hand, and strode to the back of the toilet.
He Xiaoman tried to stop her, but it was too late.
On the snow behind the toilet, a series of messy footprints were clearly not left by one person. One set of fresh footprints stretched crookedly towards the grove of trees in the distance.
Zhou Jianjun's eyes sharpened. With the keen senses characteristic of a soldier, he didn't hesitate and took off following the trail of footprints.
Seeing Zhou Jianjun run away, He Xiaoman couldn't stop him, so she vented all her anger on Jiang Wanqiu. She pointed at Jiang Wanqiu's nose and cursed, "You jinx! You meddlesome bitch! What did I do to offend you that you have to target me like this?!"
Jiang Wanqiu said coldly, "I have no interest in your relationship. But He Xiaoman, you need to understand that this is a military compound, not some muddy mess in your village. If you're unhappy with your marriage, you can ask Zhou Jianjun for a divorce, instead of coming here to have an affair with another man and bringing shame to our military families!"
"I didn't!" He Xiaoman stubbornly insisted.
Jiang Wanqiu sneered: "Du Wenxiu cheated you out of so much money, and even coveted the gold bracelet your mother gave you. Can't you figure out what he's up to?"
Upon hearing this, He Xiaoman's cursing stopped abruptly.
She...she heard it all!
Her heart pounded wildly, and she paid no attention to Jiang Wanqiu's words; only one thought was growing rapidly in her mind—
We must, we must find a way to shut Jiang Wanqiu up completely!
Not long after, a tall figure returned from the grove of trees in the distance; it was Zhou Jianjun.
His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were so deep they seemed to drip water.
The footprints on the snow became indistinguishable on the main road; Du Wenxiu, that kid, was as slippery as an eel and had long since disappeared.
When He Xiaoman saw Zhou Jianjun return empty-handed, her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly settled back into her stomach.
A fleeting look of relief crossed her eyes, but she quickly replaced it with a pitiful, tearful expression and rushed forward to meet him.
“Jianjun!” She grabbed Zhou Jianjun’s sleeve, tears streaming down her face. “Look at you! Look at you! You listen to this outsider and have wronged me time and time again! We’re husband and wife! Is there no trust between husband and wife anymore? I can’t live like this anymore!”
While sobbing, she glared at Jiang Wanqiu with venomous eyes, then abruptly changed the subject, smearing Jiang Wanqiu: "I think you've been bewitched by this vixen! Her man left, and she's already trying to seduce you! You believe everything she says! Would you pluck the moon from the sky for her if she wanted it? Zhou Jianjun, put your hand on your heart and tell me, have you fallen for her?"
In the past, whenever she cried and made a scene like this, Zhou Jianjun would usually give in and coax her gently.
This time, however, Zhou Jianjun simply looked down at her expressionlessly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He slowly began to speak: "If you don't want to live like this anymore, then let's get a divorce."
He Xiaoman suddenly looked up, staring at her husband in disbelief.
Divorce...?
No way! She hasn't even gotten the money yet. If she divorces Zhou Jianjun now, she can forget about getting her hands on that research funding!
Thinking of this, she quickly changed her words, forcing a dry laugh and saying, "What's wrong with you? I was just saying it in anger, and you actually took it seriously!"
After saying that, she didn't bother to scold Jiang Wanqiu anymore. She glared at her fiercely, shook off Zhou Jianjun's arm, turned around and hurried home: "What are you still standing there for! Are you waiting for others to get up and laugh at us!"
Standing behind Zhou Jianjun, Jiang Wanqiu looked at his still tense profile and gave him a gentle reminder: "Brother Zhou, the funding allocated to your experimental group is no small sum. Be careful, don't let anyone with ulterior motives swindle it away."
Zhou Jianjun frowned even more deeply and gave a muffled "hmm".
"knew."
By the time Jiang Wanqiu returned home, it was already broad daylight.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a warm glow.
She glanced at Ping An's room; the door was still closed. She figured the child was probably still asleep. She decided to make some breakfast first, so she could wake him up to eat later.
But as soon as she heated the iron pot and poured in some soybean oil, the smell of oil sizzled and rushed into her nose, making her stomach churn instantly.
"vomit--"
A strong feeling of nausea rushed to her throat. She covered her mouth and rushed outside, leaning against the wall and dry heaving. All that came out was acidic water, and she felt so uncomfortable that tears welled up in her eyes.
Jiang Wanqiu leaned against the wall, panting, feeling a surge of irritation.
The medicine prescribed by that young doctor is completely useless; it seems I have to go to the hospital for a check-up today.
She suppressed her discomfort and went back to her room to cook some light millet porridge. Once the porridge was ready, she went to knock on Ping An's door.
"Ping An, get up and have breakfast."
The room was quiet, and no one answered.
Jiang Wanqiu sensed something was wrong. She pushed open the door and found the room empty. The blankets were neatly folded, but her son was nowhere to be seen.
When did this child run away? She didn't even notice.
Jiang Wanqiu had some doubts, but wasn't too worried. Ping An was always sensible; he probably went to play with his friends early in the morning. She ladled out a bowl of porridge for herself, drank it, locked the door, and headed towards the military hospital.
Inside the hospital, the gynecology and pediatrics clinics were next to each other, and the benches in the corridor were full of family members holding their children. The cries of children and the anxious soothing voices of adults mingled together, creating a particularly noisy atmosphere.
Jiang Wanqiu was in line when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Don't cry, sweetie. I'll take you to the doctor and you'll be fine soon."
She turned around and saw Gu Feiyan.
He was holding a beautiful little girl in his arms, awkwardly patting her back.
"Comrade Gu, what a coincidence," Jiang Wanqiu greeted him.
Gu Feiyan was taken aback when she saw her, then smiled gently.
The little girl in his arms stopped crying, opened her big, dark eyes, and looked at Jiang Wanqiu curiously.
Suddenly, the little girl stretched out her chubby little hand and said to Jiang Wanqiu in a childish voice, "Sister, hug me."
Gu Feiyan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly, "It seems my sister likes you too."
He himself felt that saying this was a bit too blatant.
Jiang Wanqiu didn't mind. She smiled and took the child in her hand. The little girl was a soft, squishy ball, and smelled of milk.
"To be honest, I don't have much of a feeling for children," Jiang Wanqiu said, patting the little one in her arms. "But someone as well-behaved and pretty as her would be loved by anyone who saw her."
She looked down and asked the little girl in her arms, "What's your name?"
"My name is Nannan," the little girl said sweetly, hugging her neck.
As soon as she finished speaking, Nannan suddenly started coughing violently, "Cough cough... cough cough cough!" Her little face instantly turned red, as if she couldn't breathe.
She reached out her little hands and scratched her neck in discomfort.
Jiang Wanqiu then noticed that the child's exposed neck skin was a frightening red, and when the little hand scratched it, there were several deep red bloodstains, which looked shocking.
Jiang Wanqiu's heart tightened, and she hurriedly grabbed Nannan's unruly little hand, looking up at Gu Feiyan: "Comrade Gu, is the child's urticaria... still not better?"
Gu Feiyan sighed heavily as she listened: "Sigh, this child is very stubborn. Feeding her medicine is like taking her life, and she cries her heart out. We have no other choice but to bring her to the hospital to see if the doctor has any other options. She's still so young and can't take any more stress. Otherwise, we really wanted to take her to a big hospital in Beijing, but we're afraid something might go wrong on the way."
His words were full of concern for his younger sister.
The little girl in Jiang Wanqiu's arms seemed to understand the words "see a doctor." She started kicking and thrashing about, burying her head in the crook of Jiang Wanqiu's neck, and cried out in a muffled voice, "No doctor! No shot! Sister, I don't want a shot!"
That little face was both pitiful and funny.
Having no other choice, Gu Feiyan bent down and leaned close to Jiang Wanqiu, gently coaxing his younger sister, "Sweetie, your brother is here. Let's just let the doctor take a look, no medicine or injections, okay?"
While Jiang Wanxia was queuing to pick up her medicine, she spotted Jiang Wanqiu not far away.
Upon closer inspection, the man standing very close to Jiang Wanqiu was the same stranger she had seen before.
"Oh, who do we have here? As soon as your brother-in-law left, you started hugging and cuddling with other men first thing in the morning. Sister, you really don't let anything interfere with your life."
When Jiang Wanqiu looked up, she saw Jiang Wanxia standing not far away with her arms crossed and a forced smile on her face.
Jiang Wanqiu frowned instantly, pulled Nannan closer to her, and asked in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Jiang Wanxia glared exaggeratedly. "My man almost died trying to save you, and he's still lying upstairs! I came down to get him some medicine. What, does this hospital belong to your family, and I can't come here?"
As she spoke, her malicious eyes sized up Gu Feiyan, and she asked in a sarcastic tone, "Where is this lady from...?"
Gu Feiyan straightened up. Although she didn't like the other person's attitude, she still maintained the politeness that a soldier should have and nodded politely: "Hello, I am Gu Feiyan, a staff officer of the First Regiment."
A staff officer?
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