"Although Black Jade Drynaria is rare, there are many medical methods nowadays. Perhaps a substitute for Black Jade Intermittent Ointment can also be used. Combined with acupuncture and exercise recovery, there is hope." Seeing hope gradually light up in his eyes, Mu Huaixi quickly added, "The most urgent thing now is for me to examine Brother Song and take his pulse to see the specific situation."
Ying Mingcheng's eyes, which had just ignited hope, gradually dimmed again. Song Zhengxin had undergone three surgeries at the military hospital, but his condition only worsened with each operation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on retiring. This time, Captain Wei had secured a place for him in a sanatorium. Every time they met, he tried hard to express his anticipation for life there, but the pain and regret in his eyes couldn't be deceived.
In fact, Brother Song could have continued to work as a civilian. Both Captain Wei and Political Commissar Li wanted him to be the instructor of the independent regiment, but he couldn't get over it and insisted on submitting his retirement report.
Brother Song was a man of good skills and a quick mind. He reached the rank of battalion commander in his thirties. But one day he was forced to retire and go to a sanatorium to bask in the sun. Who could accept such a gap?
Ying Mingcheng wanted to help Brother Song, but he didn't hold out much hope when he confided in Mu Huaixi. Unexpectedly, she actually had a solution! Even though he knew the Black Jade Ointment was just a legend, the magic of the recipe still gave him hope.
Ying Mingcheng jumped up from the kang, dragged his shoes and ran out. His excited voice was carried by the cold wind to Mu Huaixi, "I'll go tell Brother Song right away!"
"Hey!" Mu Huaixi called out in surprise, wanting him to put on his coat before going out, but when she chased him to the door, she could no longer see the man's back. She could only shake her head and go back to the house. After thinking for a while, she took out the "Jinkui Yaolue" to read. If Song Zhengxin was really willing to let her treat him, she couldn't let Ying Mingcheng down!
Ying Mingcheng came back wearing a military coat, and obviously he scared Brother Song and his wife when he ran over in his short-sleeved shirt.
"Brother Song agreed. He said he would leave after the New Year!" Ying Mingcheng jumped up excitedly and waved his hand. Song Zhengxin originally planned to go to the sanatorium to celebrate the New Year in the next two days to avoid causing trouble to the army here, but he could not resist his persuasion, and more importantly, he did not want to disappoint Mu Huaixi, so he reluctantly agreed.
"You will be awarded first-class merit for this!"
Ying Mingcheng smiled and poured her a cup of tea, then went about getting her some water to wash her feet. Mu Huaixi, feeling both amused and helpless, pulled him back to the warm kang and handed him the dried ginger tea. "You're going out like that, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
"You're too anxious. Don't worry about me because I'm just hot-tempered!" Ying Mingcheng said this, but still picked up the ginger tea and drank it in one gulp. He kept praising the ginger tea for its comfort, and did not mention at all that they had gone to the snow-capped mountains for training last winter, fighting in the sub-zero temperature with their upper bodies naked.
"What did Brother Song say?" Mu Huaixi smiled, trying not to let the corners of her mouth rise too high.
"Old Song...what can he say?" Ying Mingcheng sneered. "But my sister-in-law did say that Old Song had received traditional Chinese medicine treatment at the military hospital, but the effect wasn't very obvious. She told you to treat him freely and she will ask someone to help find the necessary herbs."
After Ying Mingcheng finished speaking, he glanced at her somewhat embarrassedly. He had just forgotten to mention that Brother Song had also received treatment from traditional Chinese medicine in the military hospital. It was an old Chinese doctor who personally gave him acupuncture. It was said at the time that it could relieve his lower back pain and even allow him to feel his lower back and legs again. However, after three courses of treatment, he still could not feel his legs. The doctor said that his lower back nerves were affected and he might never be able to stand up in his life.
Mu Huaixi said "oh", understanding that Sister Pei was afraid that she would feel pressured, or maybe she really had no hope. But this really aroused Mu Huaixi's desire to win. She sat back on the kang and took out several medical books, intending to focus on bone and nerve injuries, look at the cases of her predecessors, and look for possible ideas.
Ying Mingcheng looked at her serious profile and suddenly felt that the incandescent lamp in the living room was hung too far away and not bright enough. There was no table on the kang, and Xiao Xi had no place to lean on when reading. It looked awkward no matter how he looked at it.
"Add a lamp to the south wall, and arrange the kang table and chairs, the medicine drying rack, the big winnowing basket, and..." He walked around the room and silently added a lot of work to himself, intending to arrange them all during the upcoming Spring Festival holiday.
Mu Huaixi was surprised after hearing this, "You can also do carpentry?"
"I've learned a little, but I can't compare with the old masters. However, I have no problem making tables, chairs and frames," Ying Mingcheng smiled brightly. That's how it is in the army, you can learn everything and do everything. Fortunately, he learns quickly and can get started quickly. He knows a little bit about plumbing, carpentry, masonry, and repair.
"I can also knit sweaters. I'll knit one for you when I have a break."
"You can do everything except giving birth to babies!" Mu Huaixi blurted out with her eyes wide open. She couldn't even knit a sweater, but Ying Mingcheng could do everything!
"Giving birth to a child..." Ying Mingcheng choked, and his eyes suddenly burned as he looked at her, "Giving birth to a child really depends on you."
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Mu Huaixi knew that he had said something wrong, so he buried his head in the book and urged her casually, "You should go back and rest early. I, I still need to read!"
"Where are you going back to? Isn't this my home?" Ying Mingcheng sat on the kang. Although he was still some distance away from her, Mu Huaixi felt quite aggressive. Only then did she realize that Ying Mingcheng didn't need to go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight. They were going to sleep in the same bed!
"I..." Mu Huaixi nervously grabbed the pen, her mind was in a mess, but she couldn't find a reason. She and Ying Mingcheng were a serious couple, and she didn't reject close contact with him, but she suddenly became timid.
"You read a book, I'm going to clean the kitchen." Ying Mingcheng didn't continue teasing her. He suddenly stood up and ran out. After a while of busying around, he went straight upstairs.
Mu Huaixi's eyes were glued to the pages of the book, but her ears followed his footsteps. When she heard him close the door of the upstairs bedroom, she felt inexplicably indignant. She put down the medical book and went to the dining table to drink water, but her eyes drifted straight to the stairs.
Do you want to go back to the bedroom?
Go up now?
Mu Huaixi hesitated holding the cup, but ultimately she didn't have the courage to go upstairs. She returned to the kang with a red face, and decided to tidy up the kang and sleep there.
"Have you finished reading?"
Mu Huaixi was startled by the sound behind her. She turned around and saw Ying Mingcheng coming in from outside. She looked at the stairs and then at him in surprise, wondering why he came in from outside when he was clearly in the bedroom?
"Oh, I tried to see if I could get down from the bedroom balcony. It seems the balcony needs reinforcement," Ying Mingcheng said casually and startled her. Seeing that she had put away all the medical books, he said, "It's getting late. Go back to bed."
"I sleep on the kang..."
Before Mu Huaixi finished speaking, she felt her body lighten. The roof and Ying Mingcheng's profile enlarged in front of her eyes one after another. The faint smell of tobacco captured her. She felt a burning heat in her knees, chest, and sides. It was Ying Mingcheng who picked her up.
Before she could come to her senses, one hand was hooked around his neck, and the other hand was pressed against his chest. Mu Huaixi's face was as red as a peach, and her heart was beating like a drum. She glared at him angrily, "You, put me down."
"Didn't you say we should be honest at home? I want to hug you right now."
"Go back to bed."
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