Chapter 164 Your Brain Isn't Working Very Well
Song Qian had never met Huang Ya and dared not speak carelessly.
The military compound is not like the village brigade back home; saying the wrong thing can have serious consequences.
Huang Ya took out his work ID and handed it to Song Qian.
He didn't know that Song Qian only knew a few characters, and he saw him holding it upside down to look at it.
He asked, "Pregnant women shouldn't overexert themselves; every doctor knows that, so do you have any further questions?"
Song Qian shook his head like waves. He was fierce and ruthless in front of his family, but a coward in front of outsiders.
When Wei Shufen saw Song Juan, she said in an annoyed tone, "Why are you, a girl, wearing such nice clothes?"
"Take it off quickly, and give it to your older brother."
Song Bao had already spread his arms, waiting for Song Juan to put the clothes on him.
Huang Ya pushed Song Bao away: "I bought these clothes for Juan'er."
"You? You bought it for Song Juan?"
Wei Shufen's mind raced for a moment before she finally understood what was going on.
She slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh my, this is my future son-in-law!"
As he spoke, he pulled Huang Ya to look her up and down, and she was very satisfied with everything he saw.
Song Juan has made something of herself; she went to the city and actually hooked up with a doctor.
She held up one finger and said to Huang Ya, "Give me 100 yuan, and I'll agree to your marriage."
Huang Ya suppressed the urge to curse, knowing that his marriage to Song Juan required the approval of his parents.
He can't go too far right now.
Huang Ya smiled and said, "It's still far from certain, let's talk about it when the time comes."
Wei Shufen was stunned. Did he take a fancy to her daughter, or not?
She just couldn't understand this young man's attitude.
One moment he's defending Song Juan, the next he seems to care very little about her.
Wei Shufen was unsure and dared not bring up the matter of the bride price again.
She was afraid that if she angered Huang Ya, he would abandon her daughter.
Song Qian's desire to have someone pour him tea had reached its peak.
He tapped the table for the third time, this time looking at Song Zhan.
Do you want your father to die of thirst?
Just as Song Zhan was about to make a move, Huang Ya suddenly took out a stethoscope.
His expression was serious and earnest: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
Song Qian shook his head blankly.
"Then why did you have someone else pour your tea?"
Huang Ya's counter-question caught Song Qian off guard.
He said, "Who are you? It's none of your business!"
Huang Ya chuckled and said, "I'm a doctor, didn't I just tell you?"
"Grandpa, judging from your condition, your mind probably isn't working very well."
Seeing that Song Qian was already furious, Huang Ya said calmly, "People your age are particularly prone to strokes."
When the old joke was mentioned, Song Qian fell silent.
There are indeed quite a few people his age in the brigade who have become paralyzed after suffering a stroke.
Lying in bed, I can't do anything but poop and pee.
He didn't want to become that kind of person, and asked Huang Ya in a dry, unhelpful tone.
"Doctor, this is a stroke..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huang Ya said, "As long as you take precautions, there will be no problem."
"Then how can we prevent it?"
Huang Ya smiled and said, "The fish has taken the bait."
He said, "The first step in prevention is to do more work, do more things, and move your hands and feet."
"What's the second step?" Song Qian asked eagerly.
"Take the first step right first."
"Okay, sure."
Song Qian picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.
Shen Wanjun always filled the kettle with spiritual spring water.
After drinking it, Song Qian felt his whole body relax and feel more comfortable.
I was surprised; Dr. Huang was absolutely right.
Indeed, people need to exercise and work more.
From then on, he poured his own water and never bothered anyone else again.
Song Bao didn't get Song Juan's clothes, and his parents wouldn't help him, so he stomped his feet in anger.
He shouted at Song Juan, "Take off your clothes and let me wear them."
Song Juan asked in surprise, "Big brother, when did you start liking to wear women's clothes?"
Huang Ya interjected, "From a medical perspective, men who like to wear women's clothes are very likely to be impotent."
He was afraid that Song Qian and Wei Shufen hadn't understood, so he explained it in plain language.
"Infertility means being unable to have children and continue the family line."
Wei Shufen didn't believe it: "It can't be that mysterious."
Huang Ya said, "It's the same principle as a woman not stepping on a man's shoes, because it will bring bad luck to the man."
Wei Shufen believed that "women cannot enter ancestral halls or worship gods during their menstrual period, as it would offend ancestors and bodhisattvas."
Huang Ya shrugged: "That settles it then. It's also bad luck for a man to wear women's clothes.
Upon hearing that it was not good for Song Bao, Wei Shufen quickly said, "Bao'er, it's not cold in this room."
"I'll take you to buy new clothes another day."
Song Bao turned away and sat down in his chair, sulking to himself.
Shen Wanjun asked Song Zhan, "Honey, were you and Song Juan adopted?"
Song Zhan shook his head subconsciously.
"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" Wei Shufen's face turned ugly.
Shen Wanjun chuckled softly, her tone calm yet every word piercing the heart.
"Then why do you call Song Zhan and Song Juan by their first names, but call Song Bao in a more intimate and warm way?"
“He’s such a grown man, and you still call him Bao’er.”
Wei Shufen laughed it off, "It's just a form of address, why bother with such details?"
Song Zhan and Song Juan didn't speak; their parents had always favored their eldest brother.
They never treated their sons and daughters as human beings.
They had long since become numb and used to it, but they never expected that Shen Wanjun would actually confront Wei Shufen so directly, all for the sake of a title.
At noon, Song Juan cooked, with Song Zhan and Huang Ya assisting her.
Shen Wanjun was sunbathing in the courtyard, and Wei Shufen couldn't stand her being so idle.
Q: "Don't you usually cook at home?"
Shen Wanjun pointed to her belly, then to Huang Ya, who was busy in the kitchen.
"I have to listen to the doctor, don't I?"
Huang Ya said that pregnant women cannot do work.
"You should at least go and help out," Wei Shufen persisted.
Shen Wanjun said seriously, "Mom, tell me, is cooking more important, or is carrying on the family line more important?"
"Of course, carrying on the family line is important."
"That's settled then. I can't stay in bed to carry on the family line. If I get too tired and something happens to the child, will you take responsibility?"
Wei Shufen shook her head like waves.
Once she calmed down, she realized that this daughter-in-law was not easy to deal with.
After dinner, Wei Shufen quietly pulled Song Qian aside to whisper to him, and the two talked for the entire afternoon.
Before going to bed that night, Song Qian said to Song Zhan, "Now that you've made it big, you can't neglect your brothers and sisters."
Song Zhan listened quietly; his father had said this many times in his letters.
“We brought Bao’er here this time because we don’t plan to go back. Can you arrange a job for him?”
Song Zhan nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Song Qian was somewhat surprised, as he had mentioned it so many times before, but the third brother had never agreed.
Why were you so decisive this time?
Feeling a little uneasy, he said, "It has to be a formal job, one that earns money and provides allowances and subsidies, just like yours."
Song Zhan nodded vigorously: "You can rest assured that I can handle things."
That evening, Song Zhan told Shen Wanjun about his plan.
Shen Wanjun asked in surprise, "Isn't it too dangerous? What if something happens to your older brother?"
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