Chapter 32 His leg moved?
Song Zhan was still in a daze, looking at his bent legs.
This...this is real!
Shen Wanjun had already dressed and then draped a military overcoat over Song Zhan.
Pushing the wheelchair with a bouncy gait, she said, "Come on, let's go see a doctor."
It was already dark, and I wondered if anyone was still at the hospital.
Song Zhan moved his mouth, as if to say, "Maybe we should go tomorrow."
But seeing Shen Wanjun's excited expression, humming an unknown song, he ultimately didn't say what he wanted to say.
She was so excited that she reacted even more strongly than he did.
If she has to wait until tomorrow, she might not be able to sleep all night.
Song Zhan didn't have much hope for his legs; the way they shrank when exposed to boiling water was probably just a natural bodily reaction.
Now, sitting in his wheelchair, he can't feel anything anymore.
Shen Wanjun had great confidence in her spiritual spring water. Song Zhan had drunk so much soup made with spiritual spring water that even a dead horse could run and jump now.
The two arrived at the hospital quickly, and thankfully the lights were on and there were people inside.
"Dr. Huang, you're still on duty?" Shen Wanjun greeted him warmly.
Huang Ya rubbed her eyes. "With you here, how can I leave work?"
He was slightly surprised to see Song Zhan there, as it was rare for a man to accompany a woman during a prenatal checkup.
Song Zhan may seem rough around the edges, but he's actually quite thoughtful.
“Come on, lie down on the bed,” Huang Ya said.
Song Zhan: ...
How is he supposed to get up there?
Seeing that Huang Ya had misunderstood, Shen Wanjun quickly said, "Dr. Huang, please take a look at my husband's leg."
Huang Ya frowned. He had seen Song Zhan's medical records and there was little hope. This was probably how his life would be.
But as a doctor, he still asked, "What's wrong with your leg? Is anything bothering you?"
Could it be that an old wound has become inflamed?
Before Song Zhan could speak, Shen Wanjun interrupted, "His leg moved!"
"Frozen? You got frostbite, didn't you? I'll get you some frostbite cream. Wear warmer clothes from now on. That's how winters are in the Northwest."
Huang Ya talked on and on, then took out some frostbite cream to hand to Shen Wanjun.
But he found Shen Wanjun looking at him with bright eyes, "It's not frostbite, it's that he can't move. His leg curled up when he washed his feet."
Shen Wanjun said, rolling up Song Zhan's trouser leg, "You demonstrate for Dr. Huang."
Song Zhan tried his best to cooperate, but no matter how hard he tried, his legs wouldn't budge.
"Never mind." He lowered his head and remained silent.
“How can we just let it go?” Shen Wanjun didn’t believe it and insisted that Huang Ya undergo a series of examinations, the results of which were just as Song Zhan had expected.
"Let's go home." Song Zhan tugged at Shen Wanjun.
Shen Wanjun didn't believe it, and even thought Huang Ya was a quack doctor.
Modern doctors largely rely on medical equipment to diagnose patients' problems and then prescribe appropriate treatments.
In those days, medical facilities were relatively underdeveloped, and many in-depth examinations could not be performed.
"Dr. Huang, do you have any books about acupuncture? Could I borrow a couple to take a look at?"
She was already tired of the books in the room.
She wouldn't give up on Song Zhan's leg; if the spiritual spring water wasn't enough, she'd just increase the amount.
If Huang Ya couldn't do it, she would do the research herself.
She didn't believe the male protagonist's fate was to spend his entire life in a wheelchair.
Helpless, Huang Ya took out two books: "Take these and read them slowly, no rush to return them."
Upon returning home, Shen Wanjun immediately rushed into the bathroom, where she could hear the sound of running water.
Song Zhan thought she was crying inside, so she deliberately made noise so he wouldn't hear and feel bad.
He knocked on the door and said, "Don't be sad, don't cry."
He was sitting in a wheelchair; he was used to being hit hard, but Shen Wanjun was clearly still having a hard time accepting this cruel reality.
Shen Wanjun opened the door and asked in confusion, "I didn't cry, I just washed my hands."
"You should wash up too, there are a lot of viruses in the hospital."
"Oh." Song Zhan nodded, but something still felt off.
Her emotions came and went so quickly.
I was so disappointed I was almost crying, but I felt better after coming out of the bathroom.
Sigh, she must be crying inside.
Song Zhan firmly believed that Shen Wanjun was pretending to be strong, and in order not to worry himself, he felt even more sorry for her.
Shen Wanjun went to the kitchen and replaced all the water used for drinking and eating in the house with spiritual spring water.
Before going to bed, he handed Song Zhan a large water bottle, saying, "From now on, use this cup to drink water, and drink at least eight bottles a day."
Song Zhan: "Drinking water is fine, it's just going to the toilet..."
He finds it difficult to go to the toilet now, and he's always embarrassed to bother Shen Wanjun.
At first, Shen Wanjun would turn her back or cover her eyes to avoid looking at him.
Now, after spending more than half a month together, Shen Wanjun has begun to openly look at him.
Sometimes she would even remind him, "Aim at the urinal, don't make a mess."
Song Zhan always felt incredibly embarrassed, his face burning red.
Shen Wanjun smiled cunningly and tirelessly "reminded" him every day.
"What are you afraid of going to the toilet? I'll buy you a bigger chamber pot."
Shen Wanjun unconsciously pictured Song Zhan going to the toilet.
It's hard to suppress the corners of my mouth.
Song Zhan: Here it comes again, with that lewd smile.
He felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he were being teased and had nowhere to turn for help.
"I'm going to the commune market with Sister Dang tomorrow. Do you need anything? I'll bring it back with me."
The compound allows residents to go out to purchase daily necessities, as long as they register, go in groups, and ensure their safety.
Shen Wanjun quietly took out some money notes from her spatial storage and stuffed them into her small bag.
"I have everything, I don't need to buy anything."
Do you have enough clothes for winter?
"That's enough, wear both sets alternately," Song Zhan said.
He originally only had one set, but Shen Wanjun brought him another set from Shanghai. He doesn't go out much, so two sets are enough.
"What about the Beginning of Spring?"
"We have two sets, and we don't lack anything."
Shen Wanjun couldn't help but sigh, "Men really have low standards when it comes to clothes."
Song Zhan felt she had enough to wear with just two outfits, but she was always worried about what to wear despite having a closet full of clothes.
Shen Wanjun doesn't like clothes that are too plain, and she's embarrassed to wear anything too flashy here.
After packing her things, Shen Wanjun nudged the man beside her.
"Honey~"
Song Zhan was already half asleep when he heard that tingling sound, and he almost jumped out of bed.
He asked in a low, buzzing voice, "Can't sleep?"
Shen Wanjun nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Honey, I want a kiss."
Song Zhan's eyes widened, his mind a complete mess. What did she say?!
"Stop fooling around, you have to get up early tomorrow."
"Getting up early won't affect our kisses," Shen Wanjun said shamelessly.
She had been sharing a bed with Song Zhan for over half a month, during which time she had repeatedly made sounds towards his body.
They even dared to stare at him while he used the urinal.
Song Zhan must have sensed her blatant shamelessness.
She's not asking to sleep with him, she just wants a kiss, and he won't even agree to that?
Is the heart of a block of wood also made of block of wood?
Shen Wanjun waited and waited, but Song Zhan made no further move.
She simply got up, pressed herself against him, and offered her rosy lips to him.
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