Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter 102 A Calm Mind Stirs Up Jealousy

I. Accompanying each other day and night into view

Su Wanjing held a cotton and linen rag in her hand, bent over slightly, and carefully wiped the gaps between the wooden edges of the table in the room.

She gently stroked it, wiping away the dust and grime from the edges and textures until they were spotless, her movements tender and delicate.

Murong Fangxiang held a thread-bound account book between her fingers and walked briskly to Chen Shanhe's side.

She bent down slightly and laid the account book flat on the consultation table, her slender fingertips lightly tapping the account entries on the paper.

She turned her head to look at Chen Shanhe, her tone clear and natural, and began to speak slowly.

"I've already negotiated the lowest possible price with the supplier for this batch of new medicinal herbs. You can take a look and check the quality when you have time."

Chen Shanhe lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the handwriting in the account book, and his fingertip lightly tapped the horizontal line of the account.

He nodded slightly, a faint, peaceful smile playing on his lips, and calmly uttered a single word.

"it is good."

Upon hearing the response, Murong Fangxiang's eyebrows instantly curved into a bright smile, and she casually reached out to turn the tab.

His fingertips deftly traced the lines of income and expenditure details, then he whispered close to her, continuing to discuss the trivial matters of follow-up coordination, his speech light and fluent.

Su Wanjing's fingers, which were gripping the rag, suddenly stopped, and her steps unconsciously halted in place.

She raised her eyes and gazed silently at the two of them, heads bowed, side by side, looking at each other and talking, without blinking.

Her long eyelashes slowly drooped down, the light in her eyes dimmed, and her fingers quietly tightened their grip on the edge of the rag.

After a moment of silence, she turned around silently, her back to the hall, and slowly wiped the tabletop.

His shoulders tucked in slightly, and he fell silent, never turning his head to look again.

As evidenced by the poem

Accompanying me day and night, in my eyes

The conversation between the two was gentle and warm.

Silently observing, my heart stirred.

A ripple conceals worldly ties.

II. Always by your side in everything

Murong Fangxiang snapped the book shut, rolled it up with one hand and tucked it into her bosom. She turned and walked briskly to the medicine cabinet against the wall.

She raised her hand and stretched out her fingers, straightening the scattered and crooked medicine packets one by one. Her fingertips flew, her movements crisp and neat, and she tidied everything up in an orderly manner.

Zhou Deshan bent down, about to reach out and gather the scattered pulse-taking cushions and pillows on the table.

Murong Fangxiang immediately raised her hand to gently block his arm, a bright smile on her face, and spoke.

"Master Zhou, you just focus on your consultations and pulse taking. I'll take care of these odd jobs and tidying up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked slowly to Chen Shanhe's side, her eyes crinkling with a bright smile.

She leaned slightly forward and spoke softly to Chen Shanhe, who was sitting quietly.

"The herbal medicine supplier will deliver the goods to your door early tomorrow morning. I will come over on time to inspect and count the goods, so you don't need to worry about it."

Chen Shanhe slowly raised his eyes, looked at her calmly, nodded slightly, and spoke in a gentle and steady voice.

"it is good."

With a single, crisp reply, the two exchanged a glance and a faint smile, needing no further words.

They understand each other perfectly, grasp everything at a glance, and their words and actions reveal a tacit understanding that no one else can match.

At this moment, Su Wanjing carried a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in both hands and walked slowly into the courtyard.

She had just stepped across the threshold of the courtyard gate when she saw the scene before her at a glance.

His steps suddenly paused slightly, and he came to a steady stop under the eaves, not moving forward another step.

She held the warm celadon teacup in both hands, her fingertips slowly tightening to gently grip the cup.

A pair of gentle eyes quietly fell on the two figures, unblinking, standing silently without saying a word.

The gentle curve of her lips drooped slightly, and a faint, strange emotion quietly welled up in her eyes, lingering in her heart, impossible to dispel or dispel.

As evidenced by the poem

Always by your side,

They understood each other perfectly and were at peace.

Bystanders watched quietly as they came and went.

A slight ripple stirred in my heart.

Third, even though I know I'm open and honest, I still mind.

Su Wanjing held the celadon teacup in both hands, and with light, graceful steps, slowly walked to the stone table in the courtyard. She lowered her wrist slightly and gently placed the teacup on the stone surface.

She stood upright, her face gentle and kind, her eyebrows and eyes calm, and there was not a trace of superfluous emotion on her face.

Murong Fangxiang caught sight of Su Wanjing approaching and immediately flashed a cheerful smile, raising her arm to wave gently.

"Wanjing, come sit down and take a break. You're always busy, don't wear yourself out."

Hearing this, Chen Shanhe slowly turned his head, his gentle gaze falling on Su Wanjing, a faint warmth shimmering in his eyes as he quietly looked at her.

Su Wanjing nodded slightly, a gentle smile curving her eyes and brows. Her voice was soft and gentle as she slowly replied.

"I'm light and not tired, you just need to focus on what you're doing."

After she finished speaking, she stood quietly to the side of the stone table, her hands hanging naturally in front of her, and stood there quietly without saying another word.

Her clear eyes watched the two people interacting with each other perfectly, her mind clear and understanding of everything.

She knew that Chen Shanhe was upright, single-minded, honest, and respectful in his dealings with others, and would never have any thoughts of overstepping boundaries.

She also knew that Murong Fangxiang was upright and honest, generous and straightforward, and always treated people with integrity and without any selfish thoughts.

The two spent every day together, helping and supporting each other. Their relationship was purely platonic, with no hint of ambiguity or entanglement.

Su Wanjing was completely clear-headed and trusted the two people's character from the bottom of her heart. She also knew the boundaries and limits of their relationship.

But she was naturally sensitive and gentle, and a woman's innate sensitivity was beyond her control.

He watched helplessly as Murong Fangxiang stayed by his side every day, taking care of everything and discussing matters with him at all times.

My heart still couldn't control itself; a strange emotion quietly arose, carrying an unspeakable concern, which quietly took root in my heart and wouldn't dissipate.

As evidenced by the poem

Knowing that both of them are honest and open,

Yet, a tender heart remains hidden within.

He clearly had no distracting thoughts.

The thought still lingered in my mind.

IV. Bitterness hidden deep within, a silent struggle.

Su Wanjing stood still with her hands hanging down, her face maintaining a gentle and docile expression.

Her eyebrows and eyes were calm and serene, her expression was quiet and composed, and her face showed no joy or anger. No one could tell what was going on in her heart.

She always kept to her limits, never questioning anyone in public, never throwing a tantrum, and never revealing her dissatisfaction or awkwardness in public.

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, she slowly lowered her eyes and gently pursed her lips.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint sourness flashed across her eyes, quietly casting a layer of melancholy over them.

She quickly composed herself, making sure no one noticed the fleeting emotion in her eyes.

After that, she continued to travel back and forth between the courtyard and the clinic, managing the daily chores in the house in an orderly manner.

She would still step forward to help tidy up the examination table and put away the equipment as usual, and speak to people in a soft and gentle voice.

His every move was calm and composed, and his words and actions were exactly the same as usual, showing no difference whatsoever.

But every time she caught a glimpse of Murong Fangxiang leaning close to Chen Shanhe, whispering and discussing matters together.

A strange, bittersweet feeling would rise in my chest, tinged with a subtle awkwardness and a touch of helpless frustration.

She knew perfectly well that their relationship was open, respectful, and completely aboveboard, with no transgressions whatsoever.

They were simply close friends who helped each other, and they always maintained a proper sense of propriety and decorum.

But one's delicate and tender emotions are ultimately beyond one's control; one can't help but secretly care and be concerned.

She kept all her thoughts to herself, her mind churning with unspoken anxieties.

He never revealed a word of it to outsiders, and deliberately hid all his emotions, unwilling to let Chen Shanhe notice anything.

This unspoken feeling remained quietly hidden in my heart, lingering silently and slowly fermenting, without being spoken of.

As evidenced by the poem

A touch of bitterness lingers in my heart.

Silent, without arguing, without suspicion.

A thousand tender thoughts secretly intertwined.

Alone, quietly and secretly dwelling.