Chapter 137 No matter how many times you ask, the answer will be the same.
Looking at his reddened eyes, Song Juan finally spoke softly.
"If I say I don't want to, are you really going to sit here all night?"
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she did not pull her hand away.
"Huang Ya, you're a doctor, how come you don't know how to take care of yourself?"
Huang Ya's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped at the last straw.
"So you're agreeing?"
"I didn't say that."
Song Juan turned her face away, but her ears turned red.
"Go back and rest first, we'll talk about it tomorrow... tomorrow when you're sober."
"No, I need to know now."
Huang Ya stubbornly held her hand tightly, like a child begging for candy.
"Juan, I'm sincere. I've thought it through these past few days, and I can't live without you."
A night breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on Song Juan's forehead.
She was silent for a moment, then finally gently took his hand in return.
"Then you can't drink so much alcohol anymore."
"You agreed?"
Huang Ya asked in surprise, seemingly having sobered up considerably.
Song Juan did not answer directly, but simply took his arm.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to your dorm first."
Huang Ya smiled foolishly as she was helped up. Although her steps were still a little unsteady, they were much more stable than before.
The moonlight stretched their shadows long, intertwining them as if they could never be separated.
Huang Ya staggered a few steps, then suddenly stopped.
He turned his head blankly, like someone suffering from amnesia, his eyes filled with intoxication and uncertainty.
"Juan, did you just promise to date me?"
Song Juan couldn't help but smile, her eyebrows curving into a gentle arc.
She nodded slightly: "Yes, I agree."
But after taking only three or five steps, Huang Ya grabbed her clothes like a child, his voice filled with trepidation.
"Are you really willing to be in a relationship with me? You're not just trying to fool me, are you?"
Song Juan replied to him with her usual good temper, "Really, I'm not kidding you."
The streetlights stretched and shortened the shadows of the two people, as if Huang Ya was trapped in a cycle.
He would stop and check every few steps, the fifth time, the sixth time... until the twelfth time.
His memory seemed to have been erased by alcohol, or perhaps deep down he simply couldn't believe it was real.
"Juan, tell me again, is it true?"
"It's true."
"You're not going to back out, are you?"
"No regrets."
"So, do you like me?"
"like."
Song Juan showed no impatience and responded to him earnestly every time.
Her voice sounded especially gentle in the night breeze.
Finally, she simply took Huang Ya's arm and gently rested her head on his shoulder.
"Comrade Huang Ya, no matter how many times you ask, the answer will be the same."
"I agree. From today onwards, I'm your boyfriend."
These words seemed to have a magical power, and Huang Ya finally calmed down.
He looked down at their intertwined figures, a silly smile slowly spreading across his lips.
When they reached the hospital dormitory building, Huang Ya suddenly stopped: "Juan, I..."
"Let's go up quickly."
Song Juan interrupted him, her tone gentle yet firm, "Come over for dinner early tomorrow."
As Huang Ya watched her turn and walk away, he suddenly shouted, "Am I dreaming? Are you my boyfriend now?"
Song Juan smiled helplessly and nodded again.
He waved and disappeared into the night with light steps.
Huang Ya stood there, grinning foolishly for a long time before turning around.
Hehe, he'll have a girlfriend now.
The next morning.
A military truck was parked in front of Shen Wanjun's house.
Huang Ya drove with one hand, and the swelling in her eyes finally went down, and her arm was much better too.
After jumping out of the car, he suddenly felt a little uneasy and didn't dare to push open the courtyard gate.
Shaking his head, he wondered if last night's events were a dream.
Hearing the commotion outside, Song Juan opened the door and said with a smile, "You're here."
Huang Ya nodded very formally and walked into the room somewhat nervously.
I was planning to confront Song Zhan about his relationship with Song Juan today, but the approval from above suddenly came through.
Today he is taking Song Zhan to the county hospital for a check-up.
Huang Ya and Song Juan exchanged a glance, and neither of them mentioned what happened last night.
Breakfast was a simple meal of congee, pickled vegetables, and steamed buns. Shen Kun took a big gulp of the congee.
He asked Song Zhan, "I heard that your house is going to be taken back?"
Song Zhan knew this couldn't be kept secret, so he could only nod.
Shen Kun wanted to get angry, but seeing that Shen Wanjun was looking at him, he could only take another big gulp of porridge.
A useless man, he can't even keep a place to live.
The little bit of brotherhood that Shen Kun had painstakingly built up with Song Zhan over the past two days was quickly diluted again.
He looked up at Song Zhan again, and his eyes returned to their usual disdain.
"So what do you plan to do?"
Remembering what Song Zhan had said last night, he teased, "Have you ever considered becoming a captain?"
Shen Wanjun shoved a steamed bun into his hands with a hint of annoyance: "Uncle, eat more rice."
Talk less.
"If we really can't make ends meet, we'll go and seek refuge with you, Uncle."
Shen Kun buried his head in his food. He wanted Shen Wanjun to live with him, but he was also worried that Song Zhanzhen wouldn't be able to make it in the army.
I feel conflicted and torn.
After packing up, I jumped into the car.
Shen Kun said to Huang Ya, "You sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive."
Huang Ya also wanted to drive: "I'll drive."
Shen Kun glared at him: "Can your eyes and hands even open?"
"Yes, you can."
"You can't do anything, get out of here."
Shen Kun shoved Huang Ya aside with a thud, and Huang Ya helplessly turned to the people in the carriage for help.
But Song Zhan's eyes were always on Shen Wanjun, and he didn't even glance at him.
Only Song Juan was watching over him, but she couldn't help him.
She didn't intend to help him; she just smiled foolishly at him.
Huang Ya had a sudden inspiration, "Brother Kun, you drive, you can drive both ways."
"Hey, where are you going?"
Shen Kun knew that Huang Ya was a good conversationalist and wanted to have a good chat with him on the way.
Huang Ya quickly jumped into the car and sat next to Song Juan.
Well, Shen Kun felt a bit superfluous.
Song Juan asked, "Dr. Huang, does your hand still hurt?"
Huang Ya frowned and said, "It hurts, it hurts so much."
Song Zhan rolled his eyes at him, thinking, "How come it doesn't hurt you to death?"
It's just a minor injury, what's there to make a fuss about?
Song Juan took out an egg she had prepared in advance from her bosom: "Let me knead it for you."
Huang Yaxin nodded happily: "Okay."
Song Zhan: ...
Upon arriving at the hospital, Song Zhan completed his examination, but the results wouldn't be available until tomorrow.
Having finally managed to get out of the city, they planned to stay here for the night and pick up their test results the next morning before heading back.
As soon as I arrived at the hospital entrance, I saw a man chasing and hitting a woman.
The two figures looked very familiar.
Jiang Weiguo kicked Zhong Chuchu in the stomach, saying, "You still have the nerve to cry."
"What use are you if you can't even take care of a child?"
Zhong Chuchu was unable to dodge in time and was kicked to the ground.
She cried and said, "If you hadn't hit me, would I have lost the baby?"
"You murderer, give me back my child!"
She clung to Jiang Weiguo's sleeve, crying her heart out.
Many people were looking this way at the hospital entrance, and Jiang Weiguo didn't dare to go too far even in broad daylight.
He lowered his voice and said, "Why are you crying? Just have another one."
Zhong Chuchu suddenly stopped crying, not because Jiang Weiguo comforted her, but because she saw Shen Wanjun and her group.
She suddenly threw herself into Shen Kun's arms: "Help! My husband is going to beat me to death! Please help me!"
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