Today is the day when Song Zhiting removes his plaster.
Song Zhiting didn't let Zheng Baozhu follow him, saying that he didn't want her to see the scar on his leg.
Zheng Baozhu had no choice but to wait outside.
Fifteen minutes later, Song Zhiting came out of the outpatient clinic. Zheng Baozhu saw that he had a heavy expression and was afraid of upsetting him, so she didn't dare to ask.
Song Zhiting's arm is fine, but he still has difficulty walking and needs to use a cane.
Back in the ward, Song Zhiting packed his belongings.
Zheng Baozhu asked: "Can I be discharged from the hospital now?"
Song Zhiting said dejectedly: "If we don't leave the hospital, staying here will be a waste of medical resources."
Zheng Baozhu helped to clean up: "I will go to the doctor for consultation. After returning, we can also do rehabilitation training."
Song Zhiting remained silent.
Seeing that he had no objection, Zheng Baozhu went to consult a doctor.
The doctor said that as long as Song Zhiting cooperates with the rehabilitation training, his leg will definitely get better, but he needs encouragement from his family in the early stages.
Zheng Baozhu promised that she would encourage him well.
…
After returning to the family compound, the leaders and comrades of the army came to visit Song Zhiting.
Everyone told Zheng Baozhu to be patient with Song Zhiting and never discourage him.
In order to prevent Song Zhiting from feeling like an idler, Political Commissar Qiu found a wheelchair for Song Zhiting to sit in while he went to the camp to handle affairs.
Zheng Baozhu said: "His legs haven't healed yet, can he work?"
Political Commissar Qiu said: "In his current situation, we cannot let him idle. If he is idle, he will have more random thoughts and get stuck in a dead end.
When he arrived at the camp, they didn’t really want him to work, but just wanted him to feel useful.”
Zheng Baozhu asked if she needed to go with her to take care of the child.
Political Commissar Qiu said no, there were plenty of people in the army to take care of Song Zhiting.
…
In order to take care of Song Zhiting more conveniently, Song Zhiting lived in Zheng Baozhu's room at night.
Song Sicheng was very sensible. He washed his father's face and feet, and told him that he had scored 100 points in the test today.
Song Zhiting touched his head, praised him, and told him to go back to bed early.
After being away for a week, a lot of things had accumulated at home. Zheng Baozhu was looking at the account book on the table nearby.
Song Zhiting reminded her to go to bed early.
"You go to bed first. I'll finish the accounts and then go to bed."
As a result, when Zheng Baozhu finished her work, she saw that Song Zhiting had not fallen asleep yet.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Wait for you."
Zheng Baozhu washed up and went to bed, and Song Zhiting took her into his arms.
Zheng Baozhu tried to break free, but Song Zhiting said aggrievedly, "You still dislike me."
Zheng Baozhu quickly explained: "I don't dislike you, I'm just afraid of touching your legs."
Song Zhiting said dejectedly: "My legs are like this, so what does it matter if I touch them or not?"
"Don't be discouraged. I asked the doctor, and he said that as long as you cooperate with the rehabilitation training, your leg will definitely get better."
Song Zhiting hugged Zheng Baozhu without saying a word. Zheng Baozhu didn't dare to break free and had to sleep with her head resting on his arm.
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In a daze, Zheng Baozhu felt her neck was itchy.
When she reached out to scratch, her finger was licked and Zheng Baozhu was immediately awakened.
At this time, Zheng Baozhu's earlobe was bitten again.
Zheng Baozhu quickly rolled to the side from Song Zhiting's arms, but was pulled back by Song Zhiting.
"You really do dislike me."
"I'm very sleepy, can I go to bed first?"
"You said you would fulfill your duties as a wife. Don't worry, I'm just kissing you, nothing else."
Zheng Baozhu wanted to sleep, so she urged him, "Then hurry up."
"If you can cooperate, I'll hurry up."
"How to cooperate?"
Suddenly, Zheng Baozhu's face was held in hands and warm lips were pressed against it.
Zheng Baozhu was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe. She bit Song Zhiting and he let go of her mouth.
"Do you want to suffocate me?"
Song Zhiting smiled and said, "You can breathe through your nose, too."
Zheng Baozhu hit his chest: "You are not capable, why are you still..."
What happened that night, Zheng Baozhu thought Song Zhiting also drank Fan Xiujuan's wine.
Now she could clearly feel the hardness against her leg.
"You still doubt me after all this? It seems like you won't remember it if I don't teach you a lesson!"
Zheng Baozhu quickly begged for mercy: "I'll remember it! I really will remember it!"
Song Zhiting didn't want to scare her, so he kissed her forehead, then held her in his arms and didn't continue.
…
In the morning, Xiao Cai brought breakfast and pushed Song Zhiting to work.
Song Zhiting told his son to eat by himself and not to disturb Zheng Baozhu's sleep.
Last night, the little guy was always on guard against him and didn't dare to sleep until dawn.
It was already noon when Zheng Baozhu woke up. She had cooperated with Shen Jinyan from Hai City and delivered goods twice. She didn't know how the sales were going, so Zheng Baozhu decided to find out.
After leaving a note at home, Zheng Baozhu came to Hai City.
Shen Jinyan was very happy to see Zheng Baozhu.
“Miss Shen, I was just about to look for you. Lao Yang said that your lover was injured and there is no time for the time being. How is he now?”
"He has been discharged from the hospital. It seems that seafood sales are very good."
"Of course, I want to double the order!"
"no problem."
The two of them redrafted the contract, and when Zheng Baozhu took out a pen from her bag, a photo fell out of the bag.
Shen Jinyan picked up the photo and asked, “Miss Shen, who is this child to you?”
When Zheng Baozhu saw that it was a photo of Song Sicheng, she said, “It’s my son.” She reached out to take it, but Shen Jinyan didn’t let go.
"What's wrong, Mr. Shen?"
"You are only 19 years old. The child in the photo is six or seven years old. How could you give birth to a child that big?"
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