Chapter 98 Juan'er, you must cherish her.
She placed her hands on his strong chest.
I could clearly feel his burning body temperature and powerful heartbeat through my fingertips.
In Song Zhan's eyes, Shen Wanjun's slight resistance was nothing short of adorable and a case of feigned reluctance.
He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, lifted them above her head, and pressed them onto the bed.
"husband……"
Her voice was swallowed by his lips.
Breath was stolen, my body went limp, I felt boneless and unable to move.
Song Zhan chuckled softly and paused his movements slightly.
His nose brushed against her cheek, his voice hoarse: "What, you don't like it?"
Shen Wanjun's cheeks burned, and she glared at him with embarrassment and anger, without saying a word.
Song Zhan gently stroked her lips with his fingertips, his eyes darkening. "Wife, I love you so much."
His kiss landed again, more domineering and irresistible than before.
Shen Wanjun was held firmly in his arms, feeling dizzy and helpless, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.
Song Zhan finally let her go when she was almost out of breath.
Shen Wanjun only took a brief two-second breath before Song Zhan launched a second, third... attack.
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The next morning, Shen Wanjun was awakened by a knock on the door.
Song Juan rushed to open the door and breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw who it was: "You're finally back."
She patted the snow off him and said irritably, "Don't you know how to dress warmly?"
Huang Ya took off his coat and said, "I want to eat a bowl of hot noodles."
"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat." Song Juan said with a hint of disgust, but she was secretly delighted and quickly went into the kitchen to get busy.
"What happened?" Shen Wanjun poured him a glass of hot spring water.
"It's nothing." Huang Ya smiled and shook his head, then picked up his water glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Song Juan brought the noodles into the house and saw that his hand was wrapped in gauze, and a lot of blood was seeping out.
She gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the bowl in her hand.
What happened to your hand?
"Oh, there was a little accident," Huang Ya said casually, while concentrating on his meal.
Song Juan said with a stern face, "Is this what you call a minor accident?"
Even gauze couldn't stop the bleeding.
She quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and skillfully bandaged Huang Ya's wound.
"alright."
The bleeding has stopped, but the wound is deep and will take at least two or three weeks to heal.
Huang Ya frowned as he looked at his hands, which were wrapped up like a dumpling, and said, "How am I supposed to work like this?"
There have been so many people being hospitalized lately that the hospital is in complete chaos.
"Who told you to take such care of your body?" Song Juan said irritably.
After finishing his meal, Huang Ya hurriedly headed to the hospital.
As he was leaving, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Juan'er, are you coming to the hospital with me?"
"Huh?" Song Juan was speechless.
A few days ago he said the hospital was full of viruses and he wasn't staying at home anymore.
Now they're sending her to the hospital again, aren't they afraid she'll get infected?
Heartless.
She rushed to make him a big bowl of noodles and kindly bandaged his wound.
Song Juan felt that all her enthusiasm had been wasted.
Huang Ya said, "Juan'er, come with me to the hospital and be my little helper."
He waved his hand, saying, "It's inconvenient for me to do the work."
Fearing Song Juan would refuse, he added, "There's a salary, how about one yuan a day?"
"You don't need to do any heavy work, just prepare medicine and give injections or something."
Song Juan never expected that his request for her to go to the hospital meant this.
"I...I've never had an injection," she stammered.
Huang Ya said nonchalantly, "So what? Everyone has a first time."
Song Juan was a little timid and couldn't make a decision for a while, so she could only ask Song Zhan for help.
Song Zhan thought this was a great opportunity for training, but he listened to his wife in everything.
"Honey, what do you think?" he asked.
Shen Wanjun said happily, "Go ahead, it's a rare opportunity."
Song Juan read so many books, and Huang Ya gave her one-on-one guidance every night.
Her progress is evident to all.
"Practice makes perfect, and this is a rare opportunity. Juan'er, you must cherish it."
"Don't be afraid of making mistakes; ask others for help when you encounter something you don't understand."
Shen Wanjun squeezed her hand: "Go for it, I'll cover for you if anything goes wrong."
Huang Ya: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm watching over her, nothing will happen to her."
Encouraged by Shen Wanjun, Song Juan nodded and packed a few things.
He said cheerfully, "Brother and sister-in-law, I'm off then. You can cook lunch yourselves. I bought a lot of vegetables yesterday, and..."
After Song Juan rambled on for a while, Shen Wanjun smiled and handed her a water bottle and a mask: "Let's go."
The kettle is filled with spring water, which can replenish physical strength in time.
With so many patients at the hospital, today is going to be a busy day.
With the flu season in full swing, wearing a mask provides an extra layer of protection.
Huang Ya said with a pained expression, "Sister-in-law, don't I have any?"
"Yes, yes, yes, how could I forget you?"
Shen Wanjun then brought over another water bottle and handed it to him.
Huang Ya happily accepted it: "Sister-in-law, you don't need to give me the mask, the hospital has them."
He waved to Song Zhan: "Battalion Commander Song, we're leaving. Take good care of your wife."
Song Zhan, with a dark face, shooed the person away. Did he even need to say that?
Taking care of his wife was his duty.
As soon as Song Juan and Huang Ya left, Song Zhan closed the courtyard gate and picked up Shen Wanjun in his arms.
"You...your leg, be careful!" Shen Wanjun exclaimed.
"It's okay." Song Zhan hugged Shen Wanjun and happily spun her around the room.
"They're gone, and it's just the two of us here."
He can do whatever he wants now, without having to be so careful or afraid of being discovered.
He held Shen Wanjun around the neck, pecking at her like a woodpecker.
"Put me down," she cried.
Song Zhan continued happily spinning around the room, kissing the person in his arms.
"Your leg, your leg!" Shen Wanjun cried out.
Song Zhan suddenly realized something and looked at his legs.
He held Shen Wanjun in his arms, and after spinning around for so long, he hadn't even used a cane.
"Put me down quickly." Shen Wanjun was gently placed on the sofa.
She said impatiently, "You...you walk two more laps."
Song Zhan started walking, circling around and around.
He could walk without crutches, but his center of gravity was tilted to one side, making his posture less than graceful.
Like a cripple.
"Husband, husband is so good!" Shen Wanjun was as happy as a child, jumping up and throwing herself into his arms.
Song Zhan caught her steadily, supporting her buttocks with both hands.
The two walked around the house again and again, and finally went to the yard.
Overwhelmed by the huge surprise, Song Zhan blushed deeply, his eyes shining like the North Star.
He was radiant, as if his life had been restarted at that moment.
"Honey, once the baby is born, I'll definitely be able to run and jump again, and I'll be back to normal."
As Song Zhan spoke, he couldn't help but choke up: "Wife, you've suffered because of me."
When the doctor said he would never be able to stand up again, the whole world gave up on him, but his wife firmly believed that he could stand up again.
Shen Wanjun shook her head: "My good days are yet to come."
She gently touched her swollen belly, her eyes filled with tenderness.
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Huang Ya and Song Juan rushed into the hospital and were busy all morning without even having time to drink a sip of water.
Around lunchtime, Grandma Cui led Zhao Di to the hospital.
"Dr. Huang, please examine my granddaughter. If there's nothing wrong, we'll leave immediately and won't take up any public resources."
Huang Ya reached out and touched Zhao Di's forehead: "She has a fever, it's very hot."
Grandma Cui frowned: "She's fine, children's bodies are just hot."
Song Juan saw right through her: "Don't you want to treat your child? Why?"
"Because she's a girl, you're worried about spending money, right?"
“Grandma Cui, valuing sons over daughters is feudal dross, and you should not have this kind of thinking.”
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