A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1231 Gap
Two weeks ago, Lu Miao weighed only 34.6 kilograms.

Even considering the weight gain, she still doesn't weigh 70 pounds.

Even if her frame is small, her height of 1.6 meters is still a given.

Taking action sounds like a frail willow swaying in the breeze.

To put it bluntly, Fu Jingyou was afraid that one day a strong wind could blow him away.

She showed no signs of health whatsoever, which worried Fu Jingyou, who could only think about how to help her recover.

As he led her slowly through the corridor, Fu Jingyou asked:

"Your appetite seems good these past few days. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Lu Miao said softly:
"all good."

As she spoke, she turned to him and asked:
Was that a call from the factory?

Fu Jingyou nodded and hummed in agreement.

Lu Miao lowered her eyelashes, thought for a moment, and said:
"You go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm almost fully recovered after taking my medicine. You don't need to stay with me all the time."

In addition to the people needed for operation, the factory also needs someone who can lead and control the direction.

If you've bought such an expensive machine, then you should do it properly.

He stayed by her side every day for months on end. How could this continue?

Knowing she was about to launch into a long lecture, Fu Jingyou tightened his grip on her hand slightly, stopping her from saying or thinking any more.

"Everything else is minor; the only important thing we need to do right now is to get well soon."

Lu Miao pursed her lips slightly, looking at him with a hesitant expression.

Fu Jingyou tilted his head, a gentle smile appearing on his handsome, rugged face:
"When I heard Xiang Dong mention his idea of ​​marrying Mei Zi, I suddenly remembered that we only got our marriage certificate in the past, but we haven't had a proper banquet to invite anyone yet. Once you're better, let's have a banquet to celebrate."

Lu Miao's eyelashes trembled as he diverted her attention.

Thinking about it further, Lu Miao felt embarrassed to refuse and said:

"They already have three children. Besides, how old are Mingyi and Mingxia now? If we bring up the wedding now, won't people laugh at us?"

Fu Jingyou jokingly said:
"What's so funny about that? We're spending our own money to do this, so we can just enjoy ourselves. If they don't like it, they don't have to come; it doesn't bother us."

He held her hand tightly, and continued speaking with a smile:

"Listen to me on this."

Lu Miao stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled and nodded gently.

"Ah."

If you want to do it, then do it!

Although she is married and has children, she has never experienced her own wedding ceremony in either of her two lives.

Thinking about it that way, this matter is actually quite something to look forward to.

Lu Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint, bright smile appeared on her pale, sickly face.

She was in a good mood, and Fu Jingyou felt at ease seeing that.

After chatting and laughing with her for a couple more walks down the corridor, Fu Jingyou finally led her back to her ward to rest.

……

Tuberculosis is a wasting disease, and the treatment process is quite lengthy.

Whether the illness can be cured ultimately depends not only on the thorny issues of medical pathology, but also on the individual's mindset during treatment, as well as their physical condition and subsequent nutritional intake.

Lu Miao received care in terms of her physical and mental well-being, and was given small, frequent meals that were not available to ordinary families in this era.

Apart from the specialist attending physicians transferred by the state, Lu Miao's other external conditions also gave him a higher chance of recovery compared to other tuberculosis patients of the same era.

And that was indeed the case. He officially started treatment in July, and by the time of the Autumn Equinox in August, a month later, Lu Miao was in good condition, and his coughing up blood had been effectively controlled.

As September approached, Lu Miao underwent another comprehensive physical examination and sputum culture test.

The results showed a significant reduction in tuberculosis bacteria in the sputum, greatly decreasing the possibility of transmission.

So, just before school started, Lu Miao finally got a close look at the children through the window of the ward.

She was so thin she was unrecognizable, and Tang Mei would cry whenever she saw her.

Bai Chuan is the same.

The little one cannot fully understand the definition of being sick.

Before, when I looked up at my mother from downstairs, I could only see a familiar figure in the distance, so I didn't really notice anything.

When Bai Chuan saw his thin mother up close, he initially felt like a stranger.

His mother beckoned him over, but he didn't move; he just frowned and stared at his mother.

After a long while, as if she had finally realized something, she turned around and buried her face in her grandmother's arms, bursting into tears.

Knowing that her current appearance had caused the child panic, Lu Miao felt guilty and covered her lips with one hand, tears welling up in her eyes as well.

Seeing this, Fu Jingyou quickly put his arm around her and turned his back to her.

With his other hand, he waved to Tang Mei, who was standing in the corridor outside the window, telling her to take the children home first today.

Tang Mei nodded in understanding, her heart aching as she wiped away tears and gazed at Lu Miao's slender figure for a long while before leading the children away.

Lu Miao cried uncontrollably for a long time.

After much anticipation, we finally met, but not only were we so close yet unable to touch each other, we also sensed the child's fear.

Lu Miao felt very uncomfortable.

Fu Jingyou knew she was feeling disappointed and was going through a tough time.

So I stayed by her side, gently stroking her back to comfort and reassure her.
"What we need to do now is to get better and not keep crying... Right now we can only see them through the window, but we won't have to anymore after a while, right? If you behave well, we'll get better faster, okay?"

Lu Miao nodded, but tears still streamed down her face.

Her emotional fluctuations can affect her physical recovery.

Fu Jingyou frowned upon seeing this.

Although his heart was also heavy with sorrow, he remained calm and wiped away her tears, saying:

"Okay, okay, just cry for a little while. You can't cry anymore afterwards, or I won't let Auntie come again until you're better."

Lu Miao gave him a reproachful look.

Fu Jingyou pretended to be amused, sighed softly, and pulled her into his arms to comfort her:

"Okay, we're in the recovery phase now, right? Just hang in there a little longer and we'll be completely healed... I'm always nagging you and you don't like it, but you need to learn to control your emotions. Look at you, how long will it take to recover the energy you've used up after crying for so long? Stop crying, okay?"

"……Um."

Lu Miao nodded, choking back tears, her shoulders trembling slightly as she sniffled and buried her face in his chest.

……

Time slowly progressed into November of the same year.

Around the time of the Beginning of Winter, Lu Miao's fourth sputum culture showed an extremely low amount of tuberculosis bacteria, and the test result was also negative.

After this data was released, not only did Lu Miao's daily activities expand, but the hospital also opened up visitation rights.

Colleagues at work and students she had taught at school have all come to visit her.

However, Lu Miao was still ill and physically weak, making it difficult for him to cope.

More often than not, those people would just glance at the window, linger briefly, put their things down, and then leave.