Chapter 100 Where did you get your Western medicine?
Old Liu took a step back and said, "Didn't I tell you to handle it yourself?"
"I'll see how it goes, but I still have to pay."
Old Liu lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "I have no money."
"You have no money? How are you going to get married if you have no money?" Old Mrs. Cui's eyes widened. How could her son be so cowardly?
Upon hearing this, Old Liu sat up from the kang (a heated brick bed) and said, "The previous one didn't cost any money."
Old Liu's previous wife was a refugee who came to the country. The Liu family gave her food, and she became Old Liu's wife.
The two didn't even get a marriage certificate.
“The past is the past, the present is the present, times have changed, and besides, Song Juan is Song Zhan’s sister.”
Grandma Cui was somewhat self-aware, knowing that the era of not giving bride price when getting a wife was over.
"What's the difference? It's still the same: men work hard outside to earn money while women enjoy a life of leisure at home."
Grandma Cui was filled with grievances, but didn't know where to begin.
If staying home to take care of children, do housework, farm work, and serve the whole family is considered a life of leisure, then men would definitely be eager to stay at home.
"So what if she's Song Zhan's sister? She's just a country girl, what's so special about her?"
Old Liu said angrily, "It's her honor that I've taken a liking to her. You women shouldn't be so ungrateful."
When Lao Liu gets ruthless, he'll even curse his own mother.
Unable to reason with her son, Old Mrs. Cui could only silently wipe away her tears, sobbing and blaming her early-deceased husband.
"All you do is cry, cry, cry. You've cried away all the good fortune in our family."
Old Liu roared in frustration, and Old Lady Cui quickly stopped crying, no longer daring to weep.
Hearing the commotion, Grandma Tie tapped Old Liu on the head with her cane, silencing him from saying anything more nonsense.
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In the evening, Huang Ya and Song Juan returned home, where Song Zhan had already prepared dinner.
Surprisingly, it's porridge today, not noodles.
I cooked two dishes and ate them with steamed buns.
As soon as Song Juan entered the room and saw the dishes on the table, she said with dissatisfaction, "Brother, how could you treat my sister-in-law like this?"
Song Zhan was baffled. "What's wrong with me?"
He didn't upset his wife.
Song Juan took off her gloves and said, "You know perfectly well that your sister-in-law loves your noodles, so why don't you make noodles for her?"
"You took advantage of my absence to bully my sister-in-law, didn't you?"
Song Juan grew angrier as she spoke: "Were all your previous displays of affection just an act, an act for me and Dr. Huang to see?"
Song Zhan glanced at Huang Ya: Is this any of your business?
Huang Ya shook his head vehemently: No, no, I don't know anything.
"I didn't." Song Zhan was too lazy to explain further.
Seeing the tension between the brother and sister, Shen Wanjun quickly explained, "Juan'er, don't be angry. I asked your brother to cook porridge for you."
Hearing this, Song Juan asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, is there anything wrong with your stomach? Should you get a check-up tomorrow?"
The book says that a pregnant woman's taste is related to her mood.
Song Juan was worried that Shen Wanjun's bad mood would affect the child.
Shen Wanjun shook her head: "I haven't been throwing up lately, so I just want to try something different."
"really?"
"Hmm." Shen Wanjun pulled Song Juan down to sit: "How was Dr. Song's first day at work?"
Song Juan was amused by her and covered her mouth, looking at Huang Ya: "This is something Dr. Huang should say."
She felt she had performed reasonably well, but also wanted to hear Huang Ya's evaluation.
Huang Ya picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and said to Song Zhan, "You're not as good as your sister."
Song Zhan knew this guy couldn't say anything nice and always had a sharp tongue, so he didn't bother arguing with him.
“Juan’er’s steamed buns are bigger and softer than these.”
Huang Ya picked up a steamed bun and tapped it on the table: "Look, this is big enough to smash an ice block."
"Sister-in-law, I have no idea how you swallowed it."
Shen Wanjun took a bite and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I wanted a firmer steamed bun, so I didn't add enough water."
Upon hearing this, Huang Ya immediately changed his tune: "I like to eat tough food too, hehe, I'm the kind of person who responds to tough food but not soft food."
Song Juan and Song Zhan were already used to his ability to change his expression.
Huang Ya was a chatterbox. Before Shen Wanjun could ask him anything else, he took the initiative to talk about what happened at the hospital that day.
"You wouldn't believe it, Juan'er can draw blood with just one needle prick, she's really amazing."
"Of all the medics I've trained, I've never seen anyone learn faster or better than her."
"If it weren't for Juan'er helping me, the hospital would be in chaos today."
Hearing Huang Ya say this, Song Zhan said smugly, "Don't you even know whose sister she is?"
Shen Wanjun served Song Juan a large bowl of porridge: "Dr. Song, you've worked hard, eat more."
The whole family was praising her, and Song Juan said somewhat shyly, "Dr. Huang, you flatter me. Actually, it took two needles to get it in."
"What's the difference between one or two stitches? As long as it goes in," Song Zhan said.
Shen Wanjun: "Exactly, I wouldn't be able to get ten needles in."
"Sister-in-law, don't underestimate yourself. When you gave my brother acupuncture, you were quick and accurate with the needles."
"Hey, that's because your brother is tough and doesn't mind getting pricked."
After Shen Wanjun finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh.
Song Juan then brought up the matter of Zhao Di seeking medical treatment, and she asked timidly, "Sister-in-law, do you think I did the right thing?"
Shen Wanjun had a very bad relationship with Old Lady Cui before, and her three granddaughters did a lot of bad things.
Song Juan was worried that Shen Wanjun would be unhappy if she helped Zhao Di.
"That child is pitiful too, we should help him if we can."
Zhao Di is not a bad person by nature. Old Lady Cui was the mastermind behind those things, and she was probably forced into them.
Shen Wanjun took out two ten-yuan bills and pushed them to Song Juan: "This money is for Zhaodi to pay for her medical expenses."
"No need, sister-in-law, I'll pay for the medical expenses." Huang Ya ate her meal with heavy breath.
Song Zhan rolled his eyes at him: Didn't you say it wasn't good? Why are you eating it so deliciously?
"You'll pay? Do you have a lot of money?"
“Deduct it from my salary,” Huang Ya said. “Anyway, I eat and live at my sister-in-law’s house, so I don’t usually spend money.”
Song Zhan snorted coldly, "Good that you know!"
Shen Wanjun insisted on giving him the money, saying, "Keep your salary to save for your future wife."
Huang Ya thought about it for a moment, then accepted the money.
After dinner, Shen Wanjun went to visit Dang Xianghong's family.
I haven't seen Dang Xianghong for a few days, and she looks much older.
Both children are still in the hospital, and she and Old Li take turns taking care of them at night.
Today was finally her day off, but she had no interest in anything and just sat quietly at home in a daze.
The lights weren't even on.
Shen Wanjun knocked on the door a few times, thinking no one was home.
Just as he was about to leave, Dang Xianghong opened the door.
"Come in and sit down."
Her voice sounded tired.
Shen Wanjun asked worriedly, "Sister Hong, have you not been eating lately?"
She's lost so much weight all of a sudden.
The wrinkles around Dang Xianghong's eyes seemed to suddenly appear.
She said weakly, "My child isn't getting better, and I can't eat."
Shen Wanjun said, "Haven't we already bought the medicine? It's not working even after taking it."
Dang Xianghong closed the door, drew the curtains, and whispered, "I think I'll have to take some Western medicine."
The child has been taking the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by the hospital for several days, but the fever still hasn't subsided.
She was worried that if this continued, it would damage her brain.
Shen Wanjun suddenly remembered the Western medicine in her space that had been sitting unused. She thought she might as well take it out and use it.
She said, "I...I have some Western medicine at home."
Upon hearing this, Dang Xianghong's eyes became more wary.
"Where...where did you get this Western medicine?"
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