Zheng Laidi could easily see that Ma Fenglan was distancing herself from her, especially when she recalled how Ma Fenglan had made a fool of herself in front of her recently, which made her very angry!
How dare you talk like that?
Ma Fenglan was annoyed and laughed, "I was just concerned about you. You don't appreciate it, but you don't have to be so sarcastic."
"Grandma, I'm going to be late!"
Upon hearing her granddaughter's voice, Ma Fenglan forgot all about arguing with Zheng Laidi, quickly picked up the little girl, and rushed to the kindergarten.
"Pooh!"
Zheng Laidi spat at Ma Fenglan's retreating figure and muttered to herself, "I'm not stupid enough to let you watch the show every time."
While muttering to herself, Zheng Laidi was still annoyed with Song Lan. She felt that Song Lan shouldn't have been so petty and tried to shut her up, which affected her mood and almost made Ma Fenglan watch the whole thing.
Song Lan was unaware of Zheng Laidi's inner turmoil. When she returned home, she saw Wu Dong practicing the marksmanship she had taught him in the yard. She stood by and watched for a while, and when she noticed that Wu Dong had made a mistake, she corrected him directly.
"Thanks!"
After performing a somewhat clumsy spear routine, Wu Dong picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his sweat and sincerely thanked Song Lan.
"If you don't want me to be polite with you, then you don't need to be polite with me either."
Song Lan smiled and said, "You continue. I'll go and talk to Qin Yanzheng for a while."
Wu Dong nodded.
But Song Lan went back to her own room first, and a short while later, she came to Qin Yanzheng's room with a piece of blackout white gauze in her hand.
"Can you recognize my voice?"
"Um."
"Want to go outside for some fresh air?"
The weather is nice today, sunny turning cloudy, and Qin Yanzheng has a wheelchair, so it's convenient for him to go to the yard for a while.
"I think I'll pass."
Qin Yanzheng shook his head.
Song Lan knew he was afraid of troubling his family, so she smiled, stepped forward, and said softly, "I'm very strong, I can carry you to the wheelchair without any problem. Even if I can't, Comrade Wu is here, so don't feel guilty."
"I……"
Qin Yanzheng didn't know how to respond.
"A good mood is beneficial to your physical recovery."
Song Lan placed the white gauze on the bed, then took the wheelchair and unfolded it, saying, "I'll first lift you into the wheelchair and help you sit down, then cover your eyes with the white gauze to prevent them from being hurt by the strong light outside."
Before Qin Yanzheng could respond, she swept him up in her arms and gently placed him in the wheelchair.
For Song Lan, it was just a trivial matter that happened in the blink of an eye; however, Qin Yanzheng was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.
"Your ears are turning red again. You're a grown man, why are you so reserved?"
Song Lan laughed and joked, "I'm not an outsider. If you keep acting like this, how is it any different from a young woman getting into a bridal sedan chair?"
"You...I..."
Qin Yanzheng became increasingly uncomfortable after being teased. Finally, he clenched his fist, covered his mouth, and coughed lightly twice. He deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Don't do that again. You are a woman after all. It wouldn't be good if you hurt your back."
"Are you worried about me?"
Song Lan asked.
Just as Qin Yanzheng was about to answer, Song Lan said again, "But I think you're trying to save face for yourself."
"No."
Qin Yanzheng firmly denied it, saying, "I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."
"It seems you really care about me!"
Song Lan laughed: "I'm very happy, but I'm strong, that's no exaggeration, and I hope you won't mind."
"You are very good."
How could he possibly dislike him? It's just that she doesn't know what kind of status he holds in her heart.
husband?
Or is it just a partnership for convenience?
Similarly, how did he define her?
A legal wife?
Living together under one roof?
Qin Yanzheng pondered. He actually envied his parents. They met when they were young, and came together because of their shared ideals. They were kindred spirits and respected each other. Even after many years together, their feelings for each other remained strong. Otherwise, his mother would not have passed away because of his father's accident.
He wanted that kind of relationship too!
If he puts his heart into it, Song Lan, his wife, will respond to him, right?
"Did it hurt your eyes?"
After helping Qin Yanzheng tie his white veil, Song Lan asked him a question.
"No, it fits perfectly."
Qin Yanzheng responded.
Song Lan: "Then I'll push you out now."
Qin Yanzheng: "Just get to the living room doorway."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Song Lan smiled and said, "Comrade Wu is practicing the marksmanship I taught him in the yard. If you want to learn after you recover, I can teach you too."
"marksmanship?"
Qin Yanzheng's tone was tinged with doubt.
"It's the kind from ancient times."
Song Lan's tone unconsciously carried a hint of melancholy: "Riding a warhorse, wielding a silver spear, galloping across the battlefield to kill enemies, possessing a set of excellent marksmanship, one is invincible on the battlefield."
Suddenly coming to her senses, she said, "Oh right, I learned it from my grandfather. He didn't know who he learned it from, but I thought it was really amazing when I was little, so I kept pestering my grandfather to teach me. He couldn't resist me, so he not only taught me marksmanship, but also a lot of other things."
Qin Yanzheng: "Did you learn your medical skills from your grandfather?"
"Um."
Song Lan said, "My grandfather taught me how to identify medicinal herbs, how to make medicine, how to take a pulse, how to administer acupuncture... and he left me many medical records. I originally planned to take good care of my grandfather in his old age."
Unexpectedly, he suddenly left me... Okay, let's not talk about those sad things anymore. We're at the living room door now. You sit here and don't move. I'll go back to my room and get a book to keep you company."
So that's how it is. Her medical skills came from her grandfather. Qin Yanzheng's doubts were resolved, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. This smile was dazzling, like a gentle spring breeze caressing the face, or the warm winter sun comforting the heart, inexplicably giving people a healing power.
What book?
When Song Lan returned and Qin Yanzheng heard her footsteps, he couldn't help but ask.
"First year of high school mathematics."
As she spoke, Song Lan moved a bamboo chair and placed it next to Qin Yanzheng's wheelchair. She sat down and opened her textbook.
"Why did you decide to look at a first-year high school math textbook?"
Qin Yanzheng was puzzled.
"I graduated from medical school and didn't systematically learn high school knowledge, so I thought I'd take some time to study it. Anyway, there's no harm in learning more."
Song Lan spoke slowly and deliberately. Upon hearing this, Qin Yanzheng said, "You can ask me if there's anything you don't understand."
Without even thinking, Song Lan replied, "Okay."
Suddenly, Qin Yanzheng seemed to remember something and asked, "I almost forgot to ask you, why didn't you go to work?"
"I was scheduled for the night shift, so I'm off today."
Hearing what Song Lan said, Qin Yanzheng frowned: "You just started working here, why were you assigned to the night shift?" Shouldn't you get used to the new work environment for a while before being assigned the night shift?
"It's the leader's arrangement, but don't worry, I can work either day or night shifts, it's really no different."
There wasn't a trace of dissatisfaction in Song Lan's voice. She said, "Besides, I'm not the only one working the night shift; several colleagues work with me."
Qin Yanzheng: "But you're still a newcomer at this branch hospital."
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