Jiang Sui didn't even have that thought, she just hugged the quilt and slept soundly.
Song Sichen suddenly became convinced——
He seemed no longer attractive to her.
This discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief and relax.
But what immediately emerged were more complicated emotions.
Song Sichen found that he didn't seem very happy either.
All she could recall in her mind was Xiao Yuanhang standing in front of their gate and looking at Jiang Sui with surprisingly gentle eyes.
The thoughts that had just calmed down began to surge again.
Song Sichen thought coldly in his heart, wishing him and Jiang Sui happiness.
Anyway, he has long been accustomed to it. Jiang Sui is just a person with no vision.
Song Sichen was so annoyed that the more he thought about it, the more upset he felt. He didn't even realize that he was scolding himself.
He tossed and turned until the late night before he finally closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
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In the next few days, it will be time for the exam.
Jiang Sui basically never goes out. Every day, apart from thinking about what to eat in the kitchen, she sits at the desk reading.
Although she is confident in her expertise, the direction of treating patients is different in different eras.
After a long time, things will always feel a little unfamiliar.
Besides, she hadn't performed a formal surgery for some time, and she needed to be extra cautious when it came to matters involving human lives.
"There are too few female health workers now. I can't do anything by myself. I have to think of ways to bring in more female health workers."
Jiang Sui rubbed his temple with one hand, his head aching and swollen.
She was not very nervous about the exam, but she took the training for female health workers very seriously.
The power of one person is too weak, and one cannot go far alone. We still need to develop a spark.
Only when such groups become a trend will the physical health issues of rural women be taken seriously.
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When Song Sichen came back from the fields, Jiang Sui was still reading.
The weather has been cooler recently, and the sky is no darker than in midsummer, and it gets dark earlier than before.
She sat alone by the window, and the room was a little dark.
Jiang Sui started taking notes when he went out. When he came back, she was still in the same posture as half a day ago, as if she had not moved.
Until Song Sichen put down the hoe and made a noise on purpose.
Jiang Sui raised his head and rubbed his stiff neck with one hand.
"You're back, what are you having for dinner?"
She closed the book casually and made a small mark under the book.
Song Sichen came in from outside and glanced at her notes casually.
Jiang Sui's handwriting is so vigorous and flamboyant that it is hard to believe that she can read.
"Is this your handwriting?"
He hesitated for a long time, fearing that he was not knowledgeable enough and that this might be some kind of calligraphy.
But after holding back for a few minutes, he still asked with some difficulty.
After all, that note didn't look like it was written by a little girl.
Regardless of whether it looks good or not, at least it should be horizontal and vertical, right?
Jiang Sui stood up, turned around and took a look. The handwriting was neat and complete.
"Any questions?"
Song Sichen is speechless.
He questioned from the bottom of his soul: "Are you sure that the examiners can understand your handwriting when you take the exam?"
Putting aside other things, although Wang Zheng is not a very good person, at least his handwriting is clear enough to read.
Jiang Sui heard the sarcasm in his words and sneered.
"Yes, your handwriting is beautiful, but you can't deliver a baby."
Song Sichen's handsome eyebrows were twisted together, and he stood beside like a pine tree.
"What does my writing have to do with whether I can deliver a baby or not?"
Jiang Sui nodded: "Yes, what does my writing have to do with whether I can deliver a baby?"
Song Sichen...
The dog bites Lu Dongbin.
He was clearly giving her this advice with good intentions.
“It’s unreasonable.”
It was still early, so Jiang Sui was not in a hurry to cook.
She had always felt that the yard was empty, and the empty space in the middle was just right for growing vegetables.
If you sow the rapeseed now, you will have cabbage and radish in winter.
She wrapped an apron around herself and threw the hoe that Song Sichen had just put down back into his hands.
"We can't keep an idle person in this family. If you want to eat, you have to work and till the soil!"
Song Sixen looked at the hoe that appeared inexplicably in his hand and felt speechless.
This woman really does what she wants.
Jiang Sui didn't care what Song Sichen thought of her.
She took a small stool, held a corn in her hand, rubbed off the corn kernels and threw them into the chicken coop.
Three chickens immediately ran over from the wall.
Song Sixen said no more, picked up the hoe, and loosened the soil in the open space surrounded by Jiang Sui.
The soil in the yard was relatively hard, but fortunately, the thing he had the most was strength.
The evening was different from the heat at noon, with cool breezes from time to time, and it didn't take much effort to cultivate this small piece of land.
During the break, Song Sichen looked up and glanced at Jiang Sui.
She is talking to the chicken.
"You guys have eaten so much of me, so you have to lay eggs well."
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
"What can you promise? You are a rooster, can you scare eggs out?"
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
"Don't make empty promises to me. If you can lay eggs, Song Sixen can even give birth to a baby."
Song Sichen: ...
Jiang Sui still had half an ear of corn in his hand, and was chatting with the chickens.
He felt it was a little mysterious.
Although he is a staunch materialist, he also believes in scientific principles.
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