Chapter 61 Kiss Then Sleep
Shen Wanjun chased after them and saw the two enter the surgical ward. She wanted to go up and take a look, but the door was closed.
She couldn't understand why Zhong Chuchu and Jiang Weiguo would come here for medical treatment.
They are neither soldiers nor military dependents. Could it be that Jiang Xiangdong used his connections?
In those days, military hospitals were supposed to only receive military personnel and their families, but there were exceptions.
If local medical resources are strained or the situation is urgent, a green channel can also be opened.
In Shen Wanjun's view, there could only be a third possibility: that they would coordinate through Jiang Xiangdong's connections.
I left home early this morning, and by the time I finished the check-up, it was already dark.
Huang Ya helped Song Zhan get admitted to the hospital and made an appointment with the doctor for a face-to-face consultation the next day.
He said, "Only one person can accompany the patient in the ward."
Song Juan: "I'll just sleep on the floor."
"Even if you sleep on the floor, only one person can sleep there." Huang Ya knew she didn't understand, so he added, "I'll take you to find a guesthouse outside."
Song Zhan was still worried. "Can't we add a bed?"
Huang Ya was worried about taking his sister to stay at the guesthouse.
"This has already been added," Huang Ya said. In principle, family members are not allowed to accompany patients unless surgery has been performed.
The military hospital is short of beds; it's good if there's even one extra bed. He got these by using his connections.
"Oh, then I'll stay at the guesthouse." Song Juan took out a small purse from her pocket, counted out 50 cents, and asked, "How much is one night?"
Huang Ya said, "I don't know yet, let's go and take a look first."
He estimated it would cost one yuan, but he didn't intend to take Song Juan's money.
Shen Wanjun counted out 5 yuan from her delicate little bag and handed it to Song Juan, saying, "Take this and use it. If you need more, just ask me."
She had been careless; she hadn't thought to give Song Juan pocket money for so long.
Although she doesn't have to spend money on food, drink, or even basic necessities at home, it's still not good for a girl to not have some spare cash.
If you have a narrow perspective and value money too much, you'll easily be lured away by rich kids in the future.
She didn't want Song Juan to be swindled away by a meat bun or a pound of candy.
"Sister-in-law, how can I use your money?" Song Juan refused.
Shen Wanjun pulled her back and said, "You're not using my money, you're using your brother's money."
She joked, "Your brother earns money so that we can spend it. You're his sister, so it's only natural for you to spend his money."
"Huh? Is that right?" Song Juan looked at Song Zhan with a troubled expression.
Her mother did say that it was perfectly normal for their family to spend her brother's money, but this included her parents, brother, sister-in-law, and not her.
My mother said that she's going to marry into another family and is just a worthless little girl.
What money do little girls need? They only need food from their families, and they're expected to be grateful for life.
"Take it." Shen Wanjun stuffed the money into Song Juan's hand. She deliberately gave her small change so that it would be convenient to buy things.
Song Juan looked at Song Zhan nervously as she held the money. Song Zhan said, "Your sister-in-law gave it to you, so just take it."
It's fine for my sister to spend his money, but she can't spend Huang Ya's money, otherwise things will get messy.
Originally, Song Zhan was very reluctant to spend money on his family back home, because it was a bottomless pit that he could never fill no matter how much he earned.
Several years' worth of wages have produced a bunch of ungrateful wretches who leech off him every day.
Song Zhan was initially unhappy with Song Juan's arrival, but after spending some time with her, he discovered that his sister was not quite the same as he remembered.
Song Juan is very diligent and has a very outgoing personality. She also calls Shen Wanjun very affectionately.
The two were so close that they would whisper to each other behind Song Zhan's back.
Song Juan wanted to sleep with Shen Wanjun several times at night, as her older brother Song Zhan seemed to be an eyesore.
Song Juan carefully put the money into her pocket and followed Huang Ya out.
Shen Wanjun secretly slipped something into her bag. Song Juan assumed it was food and didn't pay much attention.
Huang Ya quickly found the guesthouse. "Comrade, this is my sister. Could you please give us two adjacent rooms?"
The receptionist glanced at the letter of introduction and asked, "Your sister doesn't have the same last name as you?"
Huang Ya: "My cousin."
"Oh, that won't work either. Rooms are assigned randomly."
Huang Ya pulled a handful of fruit candies from his pocket as if by magic. "Comrade, you work very hard. Here, have some to sweeten your mouth."
"That won't do."
"Consider it a gift for my children," Huang Ya changed his mind. The other person was probably in their thirties and must have children at home.
He was right. The older sister changed her tune, saying, "There are no adjacent rooms on the first floor, but there are on the second floor."
After receiving the keys, Huang Ya let Song Juan choose one.
Song Juan said, "I'm fine with staying anywhere."
She said she would sleep in a bed if there was one available, and on the floor if there wasn't. She felt there was no need to waste money on this; she could sleep in the hospital corridor.
Big cities have this advantage: you can find shelter from the wind and rain anywhere, unlike at home where the roof leaks and there are no windows.
"Then you can stay in the room against the wall. You can come to me if you need anything. I'm right next door."
Knowing that Song Juan was a little scared going out for the first time, Huang Ya said a few kind words, which was unusual for him.
Song Juan nodded, went inside, locked the door, and even used a stool to barricade it—all things Shen Wanjun had taught her.
She rummaged through her bag and pulled out the things Shen Wanjun had just given her: a flashlight and a small knife.
Song Juan chuckled. Her sister-in-law was so thoughtful; she even provided her with a weapon.
Song Zhan kept a close watch on Huang Ya, while Shen Wanjun instructed Song Juan to be wary of everyone.
With the flashlight and knife under her pillow and five yuan clutched in her hand, Song Juan slept soundly.
Shen Wanjun washed Song Zhan's feet as usual and then took out silver needles to prick him.
Her technique improved rapidly. At first, she was a little hesitant to insert the needle, and it hurt quite a bit when she did it.
Now her skills are very proficient, and Song Zhan said with a look of enjoyment: "Wife, you are amazing, you can do anything."
Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "That's not true."
She's not a very good cook; neither her noodles nor stir-fries taste very good.
"I think so." Song Zhan buried his head in her neck and nuzzled against her.
Shen Wanjun said helplessly, "This is a hospital."
There was no way around it; her rough-around-the-edges husband automatically turned into a whiny whiner at night, and she had to nudge him back in time.
"What's wrong with the hospital? There's nobody here anyway," Song Zhan continued to sob.
They were staying in a double room, and the empty bed next to them was for Shen Wanjun.
But Song Zhan didn't want the two of them to be separated, and the single bed was rather narrow, so Shen Wanjun could only be held in his arms.
There was nothing to do on the narrow bed, but just lying together like this made Song Zhan feel incredibly happy.
He said, "Wife, I remember last time in the hospital bed, you squeezed together with me like this."
Last time it was at the military hospital, Shen Wanjun brought her suitcase and said she wanted to go with the army.
Shen Wanjun sighed, "Time really flies."
Before she knew it, she had been with the army for over a month.
While Shen Wanjun was still lost in thought, Song Zhan leaned in and said, "Wife, kiss me."
"sleep."
"No, let's kiss first and then sleep."
"Fine, I just can't do anything with you."
Soon, the quiet ward was filled with the sounds of intimate kisses.
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