Chapter 22 thought she had run away.
Shen Wanjun's expression and actions showed no shyness whatsoever for a new mother.
This made Song Zhan feel that she was joking and that her purpose was to embarrass him.
Or perhaps they played some kind of prank in order to stay.
He turned his face away. "I don't have time to joke with you."
If his stubbornness were to run into the original owner of this body, she would definitely turn around and leave immediately.
The young lady's heart is sensitive and fragile.
But Shen Wanjun didn't leave; instead, she went straight to Song Zhan.
She shoved the medical report in his face. "Look closely, it's in black and white. Would I lie to you?"
"I'm two months pregnant. Do you want me to calculate the last time we had sex?"
Song Zhan was stunned. How come this person seemed like a completely different person after only a few days?
She so casually blurted out something as private as having sex.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Wanjun assumed that he was seriously calculating the days.
She said irritably, "Let me remind you, the pregnancy cycle is counted from the first day of your last menstrual period, not from the date of intercourse."
The child in my belly is yours, no doubt about it.
Many men in China don't know how to calculate the number of days of pregnancy, let alone a rough man like Song Zhan who can barely read.
Song Zhan looked at the test results again and again, and after a long while, he asked excitedly, "Is this true? I'm going to be a father?"
He was unable to have children, but Shen Wanjun became pregnant with his child first.
The overwhelming surprise shocked his numb brain; Song Zhan had thought his life would just end like this.
Unexpectedly, Shen Wanjun's arrival brought him renewed hope to live.
"Comrade Song Zhan, are you questioning my character? Do you think I'm the kind of fickle woman?"
Shen Wanjun was already a little angry. Song Zhan's words were really rude. Asking her repeatedly if it was true was nothing short of questioning her.
To deal with Song Zhan, this blockhead, Shen Wanjun's current strategy is to speak frankly and openly about everything.
Express your feelings promptly, whether you're happy, sad, or bothered, and try to avoid holding grudges overnight.
"No."
Song Zhan was so happy that he couldn't believe it.
All I could do was ask Shen Wanjun again and again, and ask myself again and again, hoping to get a definite answer.
"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang."
Song Zhan suddenly called Zhang Kuan over, "Take...your sister-in-law to the emergency room for a check-up, she's pregnant."
Zhang Kuan's mind was buzzing. "My sister-in-law is pregnant?"
Realizing what was happening, he jumped for joy, exclaiming, "Great! Great!"
Zhang Kuan laughed and then cried. The battalion commander had it so tough. Luckily, he had his sister-in-law.
Shen Wanjun was exhausted from changing trains back and forth and sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to move.
Let's talk about it tomorrow.
"No," Song Zhan said firmly. "I won't feel at ease without checking."
Shen Wanjun tilted her head in thought. "You're worried? What else could you be worried about?"
The child's father is none other than you.
Seeing that Shen Wanjun's expression was somewhat unpleasant, Zhang Kuan quickly explained, "Sister-in-law, the battalion commander means that you must be exhausted from traveling such a long distance."
"For the sake of the baby and your health, please get a check-up and have the doctor prescribe some medication to help maintain the pregnancy. Only then can our battalion commander feel at ease."
Shen Wanjun was fairly satisfied with this explanation. "Alright then."
Zhang Kuanzhen was Song Zhan's mouth double; Song Zhan's words were so easily misunderstood.
The emergency room is right next to the wards; the military hospital has only a few single-story buildings in total.
"It's you!" Shen Wanjun exclaimed in surprise. The doctor in the emergency room was Huang Ya.
Huang Ya chuckled and said, "I was on the same bus as you. If I didn't come here, where else could I go?"
Shen Wanjun smiled; she hadn't thought that far ahead at all.
Aren't you an internist?
"I'm fine with anything, I'll go wherever I'm needed."
Looking at Shen Wanjun's delicate face, Huang Ya said, "Well, if you mind, we have female medics here."
The traditional concept of men and women not being allowed to touch each other is deeply ingrained and difficult to change.
"I don't mind." Shen Wanjun lay on the hospital bed, clenching her fists nervously.
Huang Ya was very gentle and even asked a female medic to accompany her.
The test results came back quickly, and Shen Wanjun was in good health, as was her child.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it when you get home, and remember not to have sex recently."
The female medic standing nearby lowered her head, her face flushed, wishing she could cover her ears.
Shen Wanjun nodded earnestly, "Thank you, Dr. Huang."
She handed the examination report to Song Zhan and said, "Now you can rest assured, right?"
She was fine, the child was fine, and he, who had no male heir, had a child.
Everyone was happy!
I thought Song Zhan would at least say something nice, but he just had a long face.
"She's pregnant, why doesn't she stay in Shanghai and rest properly during her pregnancy? What's she doing here? It's just a waste of time."
She was already delicate and would cry at the slightest touch, and now she's pregnant.
Conditions in the Northwest are harsh; I'm afraid she won't stay long before having to go back.
Can she handle all this back and forth? Can the child handle it?
Zhang Kuan took a deep breath and explained, "Sister-in-law, the battalion commander is just worried about you and afraid you'll get tired."
The battalion commander is good in every way, except that he speaks in a harsh way.
His words, though meant to be caring, sounded inexplicably unpleasant coming from his mouth.
"I know, Xiao Zhang, you should go and rest."
Shen Wanjun dismissed Zhang Kuan, took a flashlight from her bag, opened the door and walked out.
She had just asked Zhang Kuan, and he said the toilet was in a corner of the hospital, in a row of detached bungalows.
I needed to use the restroom as soon as I got on the bus, but I've been holding it in until now.
After passing through the open-air corridor, you soon see simple toilets marked for men and women.
There is a brick wall in the middle, and two oblique triangles are formed on both sides by piling up rotten wood and corn stalks.
Shen Wanjun walked in with a flashlight and saw several pits that were dirty and smelly.
She closed her eyes, held her breath, and quickly finished using the toilet.
I ran quite a distance before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
In those days, dry toilets were all "three-compartment septic tanks," and the excrement was fermented and used as fertilizer.
Speaking of fertilizer, Shen Wanjun remembered that her space was still completely bare, and she would have to buy some seeds another day.
Once you're in Northwest China, you can't be pretentious. You have to farm when you need to, and use dry toilets when you need to.
As she reached the door of the ward, Shen Wanjun patted her forehead. Something was wrong.
Why did she insist on going to the outhouse? There's a toilet right here in the space, a modern one at that.
Shen Wanjun was utterly ashamed of her own stupidity.
Back in the ward, Song Zhan's expression was still not good.
"I thought...you ran away."
Heaven knows how worried he was when Shen Wanjun didn't come back for half a day after going to the bathroom.
I was worried that she would run into bad people, and I was also afraid that she wouldn't be used to using the outhouse and would hide and cry.
I was even more afraid that she might accidentally fall, so I turned around and went back to Shanghai.
In Song Zhan's eyes, Shen Wanjun was like a porcelain doll, easily broken with the slightest touch.
Pregnant Shen Wanjun's body was as precious as an artifact; just looking at her made one worry that she would break.
Shen Wanjun put down the flashlight, shook her hair, and said, "I know you care about me, but next time, please speak properly."
Although she knew he was all talk and no action, she still wanted to hear sweet words.
Who doesn't yearn for a sweet romance?
But Song Zhan ultimately disappointed her, saying, "It's only a matter of time anyway."
He's a good-for-nothing now. How could a young lady like her be willing to live with a good-for-nothing?
Song Zhan lacked confidence in himself and didn't want to delay Shen Wanjun.
"After the baby is born, you..."
"Shut up, I'm not leaving."
Shen Wanjun angrily pulled back the covers and squeezed onto the bed.
She turned to the side and stared at him with wide eyes: "Listen, I can solve your problem."
"Can you restore my leg to its original state?" Song Zhan asked.
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