I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

Hu Xiaomei is very sensitive. She tries her best to do more work, just in case the Zhou family says something that will prevent her from taking care of the children.

Zhou Xiaowei was the pillar of her spirit that allowed her to live like a normal person. Even Sister Liu said that Hu Xiaomei went to the Zhou family and became just like a normal person.

He wasn't a normal person before; he wasn't human. He was a living ghost.

Luo Meiyun went up to the third floor, took out three boxes of condoms, and placed them on Wenhui and Qiaoqiao's bedside table. Then she thought better of it; it was too deliberate. She wondered if they would see the condoms if she put them on the desk.

I put three boxes of condoms around and eventually placed them on my pillow.

The children weren't home for lunch, so we ate whatever we wanted: a bowl of noodles, and each of us got a steamed bowl of red date poached eggs with a spoonful of brown sugar. It warmed us up nicely afterward.

"Eat it every day, for a whole month. Don't be stingy," Luo Meiyun said to Hu Xiaomei after finishing the jujube soup.

"No, no, that won't do. Even a landlord wouldn't eat an egg every day."

"What? Am I a landlady?"

"No, no, I..."

"Xiaomei, although I'm a surgeon, you're in your forties and your body is so thin and weak. It's a consequence of years of suffering. Our illness is psychological; it's caused by excessive anxiety. Take advantage of our current circumstances and the fact that we can still afford jujube soup to recuperate. Zhou Xiaowei is getting older, and Qiaoqiao is planning to have a second child. If your health collapses, who will take care of you?" Luo Meiyun earnestly advised Hu Xiaomei.

"Will you guys keep asking me to take care of you?"

"Of course, Zhou Xiaowei only likes you. Do you think you can just run away? Everyone in my family is busy. You are a great contributor to our family. Without you, who knows what kind of mess we would be in." Luo Meiyun patted Hu Xiaomei's hand and smiled.

"Thank you, Sister Luo. I will work hard. I have no home anymore, this is my home."

"Yes, home is where the people you care about are. By the way, red dates are hard to buy. You're on good terms with Sister Liu, ask her to give you some. As for the meat coupons, exchange some for him. Wenhui's father works in the province, he gets five catties of meat a month. Our family is rich now," Luo Meiyun said softly, smiling.

There are only three people in the house. Are you speaking so quietly because you're afraid Zhou Xiaowei will hear you?

The little boy was whimpering and throwing the small wooden stool around.

At noon, Luo Meiyun took Zhou Xiaowei to the second floor for a nap and told Hu Xiaomei to take a nap as well, as she never took a nap. She cleaned the first floor inside and out and prepared the dinner dishes before sitting at the door looking at the unknown fruit tree in the yard.

What kind of tree is it? It's so tall, it's most likely a plum tree, or maybe a bayberry tree.

Qiaoqiao unearthed the vegetable garden on the left last Sunday and sowed seeds of water spinach, amaranth, cabbage, and chili peppers. They should sprout soon.

This family is so kind; everyone is capable and approachable.

Especially Qiaoqiao, who is just like my own daughter.

Unfortunately, he had no daughter, only a son, who also drowned.

Thinking of her son, Hu Xiaomei burst into tears for no reason. That child was so sensible, but he had such a bad life.

Thinking and thinking, I leaned against the doorframe and dozed off.

I woke up with a start, feeling refreshed and full of energy. Hey, I have to say, those boiled eggs with red dates really worked! I have terrible sleep, but I actually fell asleep without even realizing it.

However, one egg a day is too extravagant.

In the evening, Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao went home, which was the happiest moment for the family.

Zhou Wenhui's main task is to take care of the children. He once said that he would teach Qiaoqiao after she was born, and that he was keeping his promise.

Zhou Xiaowei always appeared the smartest in front of his father.

Zhou Wenhui: "Little star, little star, little star, twinkling, twinkling, little star, how I wonder what you are."

Zhou Xiaowei: "Little Dingding, little Dingding, little Dingding, twinkling and shining Dingding."

Zhou Wenhui: "Spring slumber is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing."

Zhou Xiaowei: "Spring sleep is not...not aware, everywhere...birds...birds, Daddy, birds..."

Although his pronunciation was unclear, he studied very diligently.

When Qiaoqiao got home from school, she helped Hu Xiaomei prepare dinner and told her some happy things that happened at school.

Dinner is the most lavish meal, usually consisting of three or four dishes. Tonight, it's celery stir-fried with pork, stir-fried lettuce, and pumpkin soup.

The lettuce and celery were mixed with a few dried chili peppers, making it a great dish to eat with rice.

Zhou Xiaowei eats pumpkin; it's sweet and powdery, and he can eat a whole bowl of it.

Luo Meiyun also likes to eat pumpkin, but Zhou Wenhui, like his father, won't even try a bite.

"Mom, how was your first day at the First Municipal Hospital? Are you still in the surgery department?"

"Where else can your mother go besides surgery?" Luo Meiyun smiled.

"That's not necessarily true. On the battlefield, there are different departments, like surgery and internal medicine, that's all there is to it."

"Silly child, there's no need for internal medicine on the battlefield, it's all external injuries. However, Mom does have some experience in post-traumatic care."

Qiaoqiao listened attentively, not daring to interrupt, but secretly wondered if her mother-in-law could get special treatment for her master since she had gone to the First Municipal Hospital.

"Mom is the best surgeon in the military region; she's the most skilled wherever she goes," Zhou Wenhui sincerely praised.

"There's no place for me in the surgery department. Song Nan asked me to take care of a burn hero. I went to see him today, and his condition isn't good," Luo Meiyun said calmly.

"Burns? Mom, is it Master Chen Yan?" Zhou Wenhui asked anxiously.

"Do you know him?"

"Yes, Yang Zheng's master, these prosthetics of mine were made by Master Chen Yan."

"Mom, what's wrong with Master? Is it serious?" Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao both looked at Luo Meiyun.

"He's actually Yang Zheng's master? What a coincidence! Don't worry, the municipal party committee, the factory, and the hospital are all taking Master Chen's follow-up treatment very seriously. The hospital has organized a medical team, and I'm the team leader. I went to see him today. The injury area is large and deep, and his nutrition is somewhat inadequate. But don't worry, with me here, we will do our best to treat him."

"Mom, are you going to have Dr. Chen's skin grafting surgery?"

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should be the one to perform the surgery."

"That's great, we feel much more at ease with Mom here. Qiaoqiao, write a letter to Yang Zheng and tell him not to worry."

"Okay, I'll write it tonight."

Fate is so strange; Chen Yan gave Zhou Wenhui a pair of legs, and Zhou Wenhui's mother gave him half a life.

Luo Meiyun had extensive experience treating countless patients burned by artillery shells on the battlefield. She could tell a patient's approximate health status just by looking at their exudate.

Moreover, military hospitals have specific oral antipruritic drugs that are imported from the United States, which are simply unavailable to ordinary hospitals.

The first step was to call my former boss and insist that she send me some oral anti-itch tablets, no matter what.

Luo Meiyun hurriedly ate a few bites of food and then called her former boss.

"You have to get me ten boxes no matter what. Yes, the patient's burns are very severe."

"Leadership, heroes on the battlefield are heroes, and heroes who protect people's property are also heroes."

"How about this, I'll send you three boxes first, and you'll have to get the rest for me, or I'll call you every day."

"One hundred per box? Okay, I'll wire you the money for ten boxes."

"Old Zhou is doing well, he's back working in the provincial capital. As for me, I'm at the First Municipal Hospital, I'm doing fine, thank you for your concern."

……

Qiaoqiao listened quietly, and she suddenly realized that the Zhou family all had one thing in common: cunning! It was definitely a compliment. Zhou Wenhui's style was just like his parents', cunning with a touch of intelligence.