At night, apart from the nurses and doctors on night shift, there was basically no one on the fourth floor. It was very quiet and the room was very warm. Wen Xin pouted and reluctantly took off her fleece coat. She only wore her inner clothes and quickly got into the quilt on the bed.
She didn't want to sleep in the hospital bed either. Intensive care beds are different from ordinary beds. They are white iron beds and a little wider, making them more comfortable to sleep on. But Yama was also big and took up most of the bed. He used all his strength to move around and make some room for her, so she had to sleep in the empty space under his wings.
No matter how bad the environment of a guesthouse is, it is still a bed, a bed that you can roll around on. Isn't it better than two people squeezing into a single bed?
But he wouldn't let her go and sent Xiao Wang away. He was still injured, and Wen Xin didn't want to argue with him or make him angry again. Was she here to take care of him or to make him angry?
So she didn't say anything else, she was just worried that if she stayed here, neither of them would be able to sleep well, and what if she accidentally touched his wound?
Yama looked at her without saying a word. Her lips were pouted so much that they looked like they could hold an oil bottle. They were still pouted when she lay beside him.
But he remained silent and refused to say what he was thinking. He felt ashamed. If he didn't want her to leave him for even a minute, he wouldn't have done that. Maybe he was sick and he just wanted the person he liked to stay by his side.
The warmth came in, bringing a cool breeze and a sweet fragrance, which diluted the smell of medicine on his body. He scanned her body, and he saw the small clothes she was wearing just now. He immediately got angry when he saw her wearing this. "Who told you to wear a sweater without wearing anything else?"
Wen Xin used to dress like this. Who would wear another coat under a sweater? But people at that time were really weird. Everyone dressed like this, but she looked like an outsider. The fleece sweater she bought was softer, so she wore it next to her skin. She also had a coat on the outside, so she wasn't cold.
As a result, she was scolded by him, but she didn't want to say anything after listening to what Yan Motou said. She just lay down beside him obediently and carefully, and rested her head under his armpit coquettishly. She rolled up her woolen coat and used it as a pillow. There was no other way, there was no pillow. Then, listening to his voice, she slowly closed her eyes.
Originally she thought she couldn't sleep, but unexpectedly, when she crawled into the quilt, smelled the faint smell of medicine on him, and felt close to his body temperature, even if he was injured, she felt surrounded by his scent and was not afraid of anything, and had a sense of security that he could protect her from everything. Her tired body, which had not slept well after sitting on the train for a day and a night, suddenly relaxed.
She rubbed her face gently on the snow-white bandage wrapped around his chest, which was covered with his warm body temperature, and then her eyes seemed to be glued together, and she fell asleep as he spoke.
Yan Motou was no exception. Seeing her sleeping like a kitten, Wen Xin was very tired. He called out softly, "Wen Xin..."
Wen Xin was already sleeping like a child, breathing lightly and not moving. Looking at her sleeping beside him, Yan Motou had his arms tightly around her back under the quilt, afraid that she would fall, so he asked her to stay close to him.
Then the two of them fell asleep with their eyes closed in the warm quilt, feeling peaceful and contented.
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The next morning, Wen Xin woke up early. After all, she was not at home. Before going to bed, she was thinking that she had to get up early tomorrow so that no one could block the house. After all, they were not married yet, so she still had to be careful. She got up from the bed, put on her clothes, washed her face, and planned to wipe Yan Motou's face as well, but he glared at the towel in her hand.
"Take it away!" he roared.
Wen Xin looked at the towel in her hand and said, "Pfft..." She even disliked it. In the end, she didn't wipe it for him. She just cleaned it and threw it on the washbasin rack. It was still dawn at this time, and she ran out of the hospital wrapped in her coat.
They went to the vegetable market first. People got up early at this time, and the market was already bustling with people buying vegetables. Wen Xin looked at each stall and chose a crucian carp, intending to stew fish soup for Yan Zeyang to nourish his body. There were not many vegetables in winter, so after looking around, she could only buy some shrimps and stewed tofu.
The tofu she stewed yesterday was very fresh and tender. Yan Zeyang liked it very much, so she made some more today.
In fact, if you want to make tofu tender, water is also very important.
She used water extracted from the system. She usually drank the water herself and occasionally used it when cooking. In particular, when stewing tofu with water extracted from the system, the tofu would be white, tender and especially delicious. You can also taste it when making tea, it is particularly fragrant. When I feel warm at home, I like to use the system's water to make tea.
She went to the butcher's stall and cut a small piece of pork belly. Yan Mo was injured this time and had lost weight. He couldn't get enough nutrition and his body recovered slowly. She wanted to nourish him well these days so that his wounds could heal quickly.
I bought some green onions and took them to the family who rented a stove next to the hospital. The family had already gotten up and the thin-faced woman was lighting the coal stove in the kitchen.
When Wen Xin came in, she greeted her, "Sister-in-law, so early?"
"Oh, it's Wei Xin." Wen Xin told her that her name was Wei Xin. "It's late. It's only past six o'clock. Did I go to the market to buy vegetables?" She stared at the things in Wen Xin's hands, put them down with a smile, and walked over: "Come, I'll help you get it. What dish do you want to make? I'll help you..."
Wen Xin was a little uncomfortable with the sudden enthusiasm of this thin-faced woman. Yesterday, her face was cold and she didn't smile much, but today she was completely different.
"No need, sister-in-law, I'll do it myself. You just go about your business. It's too tiring for you to cook breakfast for the whole family. I can do it myself." Wen Xin persuaded her in every possible way and finally got rid of her.
Coal Stove Wen Xin learned how to cook when she was at Wei's house. She processed the fish first, then added water to stew it. Then she cut the fresh meat into pieces and prepared the other ingredients. She would wait until the woman with the thin face finished using the pot before she could use it.
At this time, she had already memorized the time in her mind. She would calculate the time tomorrow and come later. This way, she could avoid other people's cooking time and save herself from waiting, which was quite inconvenient.
The thin-faced woman grabbed a few handfuls of mixed rice and threw it into the pot to cook porridge.
Wen Xin also noticed that the family was living in financial difficulty, as they had steamed buns and fried pickles for dinner last night. This morning, the noodles were turned into porridge, and there were still various pickles. She watched the thin-faced woman take the pickles out of the jar in the corner and cut them into a dish. There were pickled yellow vegetables, garlic vegetables, salted radish, etc., all black.
The face-slimming woman complained to Wen Xin while cutting, "…There are six people in my family, two young ones and two old ones. I am exhausted every day and can hardly afford pickles."
Warm sympathy is sympathy, but it was none of her business as they were just casual acquaintances. She could only smile and say, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. Things will get better and better in the future." This is the truth. Since the 1980s, people's lives have changed a lot, and it is definitely for the better. At least food will not be so difficult to come by in the future.
"What's good about it? My two children are about to go to school, but I can't afford the tuition. I don't know what to bring for lunch. We've been eating these pickled vegetables for many times, but we're tired of them. The children are vomiting sour water after eating them..."
Wen Xin: “…”
"You guys are really lucky. Your family is well off. It's really enviable. Look at all the good things you bought." The eldest sister-in-law took out the rice from the pot and walked over to the warm coal stove and said something as she walked out with the rice bowl. She looked at the fish soup on the stove and the meat on the chopping board again and again.
"My boyfriend is seriously injured, so I want to buy some meat to nourish him. I hope he gets better soon. Sister-in-law, go eat. I'll clean up the kitchen after I finish here, so don't worry."
The thin-faced woman looked at it for several seconds before taking the food and pickles out.
It was almost dawn, and Yan Mo was still hungry in the ward. Wen Xin didn't have time to waste, as she was also hungry. She quickly cleaned the pot, added coal to the stove, then took oil from the system to start cooking braised pork and stewed some shrimp and tofu.
The woman with a thin face lived a tight life and even put all the oil, salt and seasonings in the cupboard and locked it up.
But it’s warm and systematic, with oil, salt and seasoning? She has plenty of them, all of the best quality extracted from the system.
Wen Xin cooks well and quickly. Today she even took an extra lunch box because she made a lot yesterday and the lunch box couldn’t hold it all, so she left the rest for the family.
But today she wanted to make braised pork, and she wanted to make more to bring some to Xiao Wang. Yesterday, Yan Zeyang drove Xiao Wang to the guesthouse and left her behind. She was afraid that Xiao Wang would have some complaints. She was most afraid of such complaints being suppressed in his heart. If he had another bad mood...
She decided to use meat to shut his mouth. If he was happy with the meat, he would not say anything gossipy. She only needed to pay a few pieces of meat and everyone would be happy.
Wen Xin poured the tofu and crucian carp soup in the pot into a white porcelain jar, put the braised pork in a separate lunch box, and also put the shrimp and tofu separately, and then put them into her own bag. She cleaned the pot, turned off the fire, said hello to the family who were eating in the hall over there, and left.
As soon as he left, the two children who had been smelling the delicious food at the table rushed into the kitchen, but found nothing and ran back disappointed.
The woman with the thin face also went to the kitchen. There was nothing left in the kitchen, not even a piece of meat. Her face immediately fell.
At that time, I saw that she made a lot, enough for three people, and I thought there would be some leftovers. But in the end, there was not even a piece of meat or a mouthful of soup left.
This woman is so stingy, she took all that away...
She snorted and turned into the hall.
Soon, she could be heard scolding the child, "All you do is eat every day, you're the reincarnation of a starving ghost..."
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Xiao Wang was embarrassed to ask for the food Wen Xin gave him. He looked at the whole lunch box of braised pork and opened the lid of the lunch box tremblingly. The aroma of the meat went straight into his nose. Xiao Wang swallowed his saliva well and didn't choke, and finally lay on the bed. Yan Motou, who was trying to turn sideways, said, "Take it, go out and eat." Then he took out his lunch box.
Wen Xin gave him half a lunch box of braised pork and shrimp and tofu, and also shared some crucian carp soup with him. She didn't cook in the morning because it would take too much time. There was a state-owned store across the street, so she went to buy four steamed buns and gave one to Xiao Wang. If it was not enough, she asked him to go to the hospital cafeteria to buy one himself.
There were three left. She ate one and Yama ate two. That was about enough.
Xiao Wang obediently left the room and sat on a chair in the corridor to eat. He didn't know how he managed to eat it, it was so delicious. The braised pork melted in his mouth and was so delicious that he almost swallowed his tongue. He took one bite after another.
There was also the shrimp and tofu, which was so delicious that he could not stop eating it. When he came to his senses, the fish soup and vegetables were all finished, and only the soup and oil were left at the bottom of the lunch box. He was reluctant to throw it away, so he tore it into pieces with steamed buns, wiped them all clean, and ate the steamed buns with the soup, which was very delicious.
Xiao Wang was a little envious of Captain Yan in the intensive care unit. Not only was his girlfriend good-looking, but she also cooked delicious food. If he had a girlfriend who cooked such delicious food, he would marry her even if she was ugly. She would be a real delicacy.
Yan Motou was not in good condition yesterday, but after seeing Wen Xin and eating the food she made, he was satisfied and felt much better today. The first three days have passed and he can now barely turn over by himself.
After Wen Xin fed him and cleaned the lunch box, she went to Xiao Wang to stay and take care of him. She hurried back to the guesthouse, rubbed Yan Mo's underwear, and threw it by the window to dry. Then she went out with the money, intending to buy him a set of clean clothes. These soldiers rushed to the rescue in a hurry, and none of them had time to change clothes. They probably never took off their military uniforms since they put them on.
Now he is in the hospital, wearing only a hospital gown. When he was injured, Yan Zeyang's father Yan Weiguo was too busy to come, so he asked He Wenyan to come and see Yan Zeyang's condition. He Wenyan did come to take a look, and saw that the intensive care unit had everything in place, so she asked the attending doctor about the condition and felt that there was no problem, so she took some nutritional supplements, said a few words, and went back.
I never thought of preparing clothes for him. No wonder Yan Mo looked at me with those eyes. Although he was quiet and said nothing, Wen Xin always felt that he was a little pitiful. A child without a mother is pitiful. He is not short of people taking care of him, but he lacks people who truly take care of him.
Wen Xin felt that she had to take responsibility and take good care of him.
After asking a few people, I finally found a place that sells clothes in Huayang.
I found a foreign exchange store and exchanged more than 300 yuan. I picked out two pairs of clean underwear for Yan Motou and two snow-white towels. Yan Motou's obsessive-compulsive disorder came up again. He wanted one for washing his face, one for wiping his body, and one for wiping his feet. They could not be mixed.
The men's underwear in the foreign company is quite trendy and is the current popular style abroad. I don't know if Yan Motou likes it. It may be tight on him, but it's sexy. The material is also very light, soft and comfortable. I bought him two black pairs and also bought him comfortable nylon socks.
There are both men's and women's clothing in there, but there are not many people because the prices are high, but they look great.
Wen Xin often added clothes to Yan Mo's wardrobe, so she knew his size and bought him a men's blue cashmere sweater, a gray cardigan, a suit, and leather shoes. Just these few items cost her two hundred yuan. She had high standards and picked the most expensive ones in the store, but even so, she barely accepted them.
In the women's clothing section, she saw a small snow-white cashmere top with a small round collar and a nipped waist design. The hem of the nipped waist was lotus-shaped and slightly raised, which looked quite nice. She tried it on and picked out a thin, slightly tight woolen skirt to match it.
She turned around in front of the mirror.
The waitress at the foreign company was not a local, but she could speak a little bit of the local Mandarin, so Wen Xin had no problem communicating with her in English.
At this time, the waiter kept praising Wen Xin in the rare Mandarin he knew, saying, "Good, it looks good, good, it looks good!"
It may not look good on others, but Wen Xin looks fresh and cute in it. The snow-white cashmere sweater with short fur on it would make others look fat, but it fits Wen Xin just right, and makes her chest look plump. The waist is pinched to show her small waist, and the lotus leaf design makes the clothes more cute, and also highlights her flat belly, the slightly raised curve of her butt under the skirt, and the smooth lines brought by her long legs.
It's really an exquisite, good-looking and figure-revealing outfit. Wen Xin also picked out a pair of small leather boots here. The camel color goes well with it and looks better than black boots. For shoes of this era, they are just so-so. I won't mention the style. It's good to have a different color combination.
However, Wen Xin's shoes, which looked ordinary, were extremely fashionable in the eyes of others, who would stare at them for a long time.
One hundred yuan was not enough to buy the whole set. The cashmere sweater cost sixty yuan, the skirt cost sixty-five yuan, the shoes cost seventy-five yuan, and she also bought a camel-colored beret, which added up to more than two hundred yuan. She only had one hundred yuan left, and this foreign bank had a spending limit, and would not exchange money over three hundred yuan. Wen Xin had no choice but to find someone else in the store who was also buying things. She had not yet exchanged her three hundred yuan, so she asked someone to help her exchange more than one hundred yuan, and only then was she able to buy the thing.
It’s not that Wen Xin loves beauty, of course she loves beauty too, but mainly because when she came, she hurriedly brought some spare underwear, and she also brought a cotton blanket because she was afraid it would be cold on the train. In her panic, she didn’t even think about her outer clothes or pants, and just put on the outfit she was wearing and hurriedly got on the train. Fortunately, she had enough money.
She came out of the foreign bank with a lot of bags, but did not go directly to the hospital. Instead, she went to the guesthouse, took off her coat, wiped it with a wet towel, and hung it up to dry in the shade. The fleece coat that she had used as a pillow last night was a little wrinkled, so she took it off and washed it.
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The hospital is the busiest in the morning, with rounds and other things happening. People can only take a break after they are done with the rounds. There were a few nurses standing at the nurses' desk talking, when a very fashionable girl came in from outside, standing out in the crowd.
She was wearing a playful camel-colored beret, her skin was fair, her hair was long and flowing, her waist was slender, and under her slightly raised lotus leaf hem was a tight long skirt. She had a pair of light yellow leather shoes on her feet and was holding a few bags in her hands. Her waist was twisted beautifully and she walked in a fresh and refined manner.
In fact, compared to how men look at women, women actually prefer to look at women, their eyesight is much sharper than men, and they know how to appreciate better.
Although the nurses in the hospital all wear nurse uniforms, they all love to dress up and be beautiful in private. One wears a red blouse under the nurse uniform, while another wears fashionable small pants bought from the department store. Some of them even buy nice fake collars and deliberately show them outside the nurse uniform. Their hair is also combed beautifully.
Several nurses poked each other, looking at the beautiful, well-built, and fashionable girl, and watched her go upstairs.
Someone turned around and said, "Isn't that the girlfriend of the leader of the special care on the fourth floor?"
"That's her."
"I heard that she is a college student, 20 years old this year, and looks so Western. No wonder she was favored by the group leader."
As they were talking, someone looked at Fan Yingying who was standing next to them.
In fact, Fan Yingying is also good-looking, with a good figure and tall stature. She is one in a million beautiful girls, but it is a pity that flowers are affectionate but time is merciless. She already has a partner, and her partner looks better than Fan Yingying, with whiter and more watery skin than hers, not to mention her figure. Her fashionable temperament is something that cannot be learned, the feeling is just different.
Compared with ordinary girls, Fan Yingying is much taller, but compared with others, they are much taller than her in every aspect, there is no comparison.
The other nurses looked regretful. After all, it was not easy for an unmarried and team leader to come in as a special care nurse. They thought Fan Yingying had a chance this time. After all, she was of marriageable age, twenty-one, but had never found a suitable one. This time, she finally found someone she liked, but he already had a partner, and they had wasted several days of hard work.
They all knew that during those three days, Fan Yingying went there whenever she had something to do or not, and her intentions were obvious. As a result, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
"The shirt that the group leader's girlfriend wore was bought from a foreign company. I've seen it. It cost sixty dollars..." said one of the nurses. She saw a nice shirt while shopping and asked about its price. It was very expensive.
Their salary is not low, but it is only 43 yuan a month. Such a piece of clothing is almost equivalent to one and a half months' salary for them.
"And that pair of shoes is very expensive, I think it's seventy-five. I see, this whole outfit should be at least two hundred." A connoisseur could tell the price at a glance.
"Is it so expensive?" Several nurses exclaimed. They could not save more than 200 yuan a year. Although it was more than 40 yuan a month, they had to spend their living expenses and support their families. It would be good if they could save 100 or 80 yuan a year. But people just casually bought clothes worth more than 200 yuan.
People really can't be compared.
"I really don't know what kind of family background that team leader has..." His background must be good, otherwise how could he afford to support someone whose clothes cost more than 200 yuan.
"Don't you know? Someone came to visit the special care worker a few days ago. It was a woman. I heard from our director that she is the chief surgeon and director of Kyoto Grand Hospital. I heard that she is qualified to take over as the dean. It's different from our hospital, which is one of the top three hospitals in Kyoto... The director said that woman is only the stepmother of the team leader. Who do you think his father is?"
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Wen Xin was in a good mood. She hummed a song while climbing the stairs carrying her bags. Her skirt was a bit tight, so she couldn't take two steps at once. She could only take one step at a time. She originally wanted to pull up her skirt and take two steps at a time.
But there were too many people coming and going, so she finally reached the fourth floor, where she met a group of people. They seemed to be doctors and nurses from the hospital, probably making rounds. When she reached the fourth floor, she saw Wen Xin, and several doctors inside nodded at her. Wen Xin didn't recognize any of them, but she stopped and waited for them to pass before taking the bag to Yan Zeyang's room.
As soon as I opened the door, Xiao Wang was not in the room, but there was one more person, a female soldier in military uniform. She was standing in front of the bed and talking to Yan Motou. Yan Motou's injury was getting better day by day. Today he could move a little and could barely lean on the head of the bed.
It was unclear what the two were talking about, and their expressions were very serious.
As soon as Wen Xin opened the door, both of them looked at her. It felt like she was an outsider who disturbed them, and she became jealous all of a sudden.
If it was someone like a nurse or other woman, she would not be afraid. She would just be jealous on the surface but not take it to heart, because she knew her advantages and it would be best for women not to stand with her. You are taller than me and I am whiter than you. You are thinner than me, and I am more curvy than you. You are more delicate than me, and I am more beautiful than you. She is the one who crushes the same sex in all aspects.
In her original world, she was the school belle for three consecutive years. Don't forget what school she attended, there was never a shortage of handsome men and beautiful women there.
Not to mention the era in the book, there were few people who could match her even if she just tried her best, but she was still very confident about this.
She felt more at ease with Yama, he was a sullen person when it came to love. If she had not been so proactive and directly broke through his solid fortress, with his endurance, he could have held back for three years without touching anyone. Even when the two of them did this or that when they were excited, it was usually because she lacked self-control and would be beaten by him in a short while, making her cry and scream, while he was able to hold back and not make a sound. In fact, he was feeling extremely happy, but he just could hold back, not saying a word, watching her being conquered by his waves of actions until she cried with pleasure, and enjoying her uncontrollable moans as she followed his actions.
She also knew his character. He was not a pervert at all. It was even more impossible for him to fall in love with every girl he met. His love was particularly slow to warm up, so she was relieved.
But she was not afraid of anything else except women in military uniforms. Wen Xin didn't know why, but maybe people in military uniforms were a circle in some sense, and outsiders couldn't get in. Even if soldiers in military uniforms didn't say anything to each other, they had a kind of spiritual understanding and responsibility, which was an area she could never reach.
It was as if, once Yama put on his military uniform and sat in his office, when he looked at her without smiling, Wen Xin felt that he was very strange, not like the man she knew who had taken off his military uniform. It was as if after putting on this uniform, he was no longer just himself, he also represented something else.
When this feeling appears in front of you, especially when the person speaking is a female soldier.
Wen Xin felt like an outsider who had accidentally entered their world.
She stood at the door and didn't go in.
The young woman wearing a military cap glanced at Wen Xin, then turned around and said to the person on the hospital bed, "Ze Yang, take good care of your injuries. Please consider what I said. I'll wait for your reply." After that, she turned and walked towards the door. When she saw Wen Xin, she nodded slightly and passed by her.
She was very tall, half a head taller than Wen Xin, but she was heroic and had a very military temperament. At that moment, Wen Xin couldn't tell why, but she felt jealous.
She heard her own voice asking Yan Zeyang, "Who is this woman?"
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