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The relationship between Shen Man and Jiang Chengzhou began to become somewhat delicate.

Jiang Chengzhou's fracture had not fully healed, so he could not join the battle and was assigned to a rear garrison battalion.

Jiang Chengzhou couldn't even conduct practical drills for the soldiers; he could only give theoretical lessons to newly recruited soldiers and those on rotation, and was in charge of training planning.

After finishing his classes during the day, he would go to see Shen Man.

Shen Man is much busier than he is now.

I have to do ward rounds at 6 a.m. every morning, and I also have to handle outpatient cases at noon.

This place is close to the rainforest, making it extremely easy for skin diseases, influenza, and dysentery to break out. She also has to work with others to regularly disinfect the wards and barracks with lime.

After finishing his work each day, Jiang Chengzhou would follow behind Shen Man, helping her with tasks, while his arm was in a sling.

Shen Man would often give him a haughty look and then let him wander around her.

Jiang Chengzhou was quite satisfied with this.

Shen Man took a big step toward him, but he stepped back on his own. He didn't give the girl a straight answer. Now that Shen Man doesn't beat him up when she sees him, Jiang Chengzhou thinks she's quite soft-hearted.

When he had free time, Jiang Chengzhou also made a phone call home.

Lin Zhilan had been worried sick about him, and receiving this call finally put her at ease.

"Your aunt won't say anything to you. You're all grown up now and you know what you're doing. But could you please send a message home before each mission so your uncle and I can have peace of mind?"

Jiang Chengzhou touched his nose. "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you and your uncle would worry."

"Stupid!" Lin Zhilan scolded, "Do you think we won't worry if you don't tell us?"

"Auntie," Jiang Chengzhou quickly begged for forgiveness, "I know I was wrong, I promise I won't do it again next time."

This is what they mean by "the emperor is far away." If Jiang Chengzhou were here, Lin Zhilan would definitely grab his ear and give him a good scolding. But thinking about his broken bone, she started to feel sorry for the child again. "How are things there?"

Before Jiang Chengzhou could answer, Lin Zhilan continued, "It's obvious that it's not good. If you have the means, buy some Dipsacus asper and Drynaria fortunei, and stew some pork ribs. If that's not possible, stew eggs with wolfberries and Eucommia ulmoides. That will be good for your health."

"Okay, Auntie."

Jiang Chengzhou felt a warmth in his heart and said with a smile, "You and your uncle should take good care of yourselves and not overwork yourselves."

Jiang Chengzhou is already twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but in Lin Zhilan's eyes he is still a child.

Hearing him speak like such an adult, Lin Zhilan found it somewhat amusing. "We're all doing fine. Your uncle recently got a promotion, and his salary increased by fifty yuan a month. He'll give you a big red envelope for the New Year."

Jiang Chengzhou's lips curled up in a smile upon hearing this.

His aunt has always been like this, very "pragmatic," not paying much attention to her uncle's title, only whether his salary will increase.

"Aunt, when Uncle went to sea, you took care of me and Linlin all by yourself. It was so hard for you. Did you ever resent him?"

Lin Zhilan gripped the microphone cord, thought carefully before answering, "Looking back now, it's nothing. Sometimes I definitely felt resentful. But resentment aside, I've never regretted marrying him."

No regrets, that's truly commendable.

People always romanticize the path they have never walked.

Therefore, regret is a normal part of life.

Lin Zhilan's statement that she had no regrets was undoubtedly the best praise for Su Lang.

"Xiao Chengzhou, do you have a girl you like?"

Jiang Chengzhou slapped his forehead. Did his aunt have clairvoyance?

"no."

"Tch," Lin Zhilan snorted, "You stingy little thing, fine, don't tell me then."

A smile spread across Jiang Chengzhou's eyes as he spoke the truth, "Auntie, I don't dare to fall in love."

"Why?" Lin Zhilan asked, puzzled.

Jiang Chengzhou said, "I'm afraid I'll hold them back; I don't have the confidence."

The other end of the phone went quiet.

After a moment, Lin Zhilan spoke: "Chengzhou, do you still remember your second uncle? Back then, he was pulled back from the brink of death several times, but he still insisted on going to work."

Your second aunt had a very tough time back then, not only physically but also mentally.

I wasn't involved, so I'm not qualified to judge whether this hard work was worth it.

Therefore, I have no way of judging whether the girl you like made the right or wrong choice.

Lin Zhilan paused for a moment, then continued, "Xiao Chengzhou, you have no right to judge for her."

She smiled with relief, "But I'm glad that I raised a kind child."

Jiang Chengzhou also smiled.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengzhou felt much more relaxed.

It was already dark, and he couldn't contain his excitement, so he went to Shen Man's dormitory to find her.

Shen Man finished washing her face and was about to come out with a basin to splash water when she saw a dark figure standing in front of the house.

"Who is it?!"

Shen Man asked sternly, gripping the enamel basin tightly in her hand.

The dark figure took a step forward and stepped into the dim light.

"it's me."

Jiang Chengzhou's arm was still in a cast and sling across his chest with bandages. He wasn't dressed properly, and his injured arm was exposed.

Shen Man recognized him and loosened her grip on the enamel basin. "Come in and sit down."

She stepped aside to clear the doorway, took two steps outside with the basin, and splashed the water onto the muddy ground beside the house.

Jiang Chengzhou has already entered the house.

Shen Man's dormitory was small; it was just a mud-brick house that a fellow villager had vacated.

A single bed was placed against the wall, with the bedding neatly folded.

Her rattan suitcase was placed on the bedside table, which she temporarily used as a desk.

The entire room is so small that you can see right to the bottom, and it's a bit cramped if you put two people in there.

Shen Man put the enamel basin back on the shelf. Seeing that Jiang Chengzhou was standing still, she was about to raise her hand to close the door.

Jiang Chengzhou quickly stretched out his arm to block it, placing his palm against the door.

Shen Man turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with questions.

Jiang Chengzhou felt uncomfortable under her gaze and glanced to the side. "It's late at night, just the two of us. Wouldn't it be better if we didn't close the door?"

Shen Man stared at him for two seconds, then closed the door again. "It's too windy outside, I'm afraid of getting cold. Find somewhere to sit."

Jiang Chengzhou could only go along with her, and then looked around the room again, "Where's your stool?"

Shen Man pulled a small stool out from under the bed. "Here, this is it."

Jiang Chengzhou took it.

The stool is too small.

Jiang Chengzhou was tall and wore a heavy military cotton-padded coat. He squeezed himself onto the small stool, which looked rather cramped.

He couldn't close his two long legs properly; they could only be spread wide apart.

Shen Man suppressed a laugh, took her own cup and poured him a cup of hot water, "There aren't any other cups here, please make do with this."

Jiang Chengzhou took the tea and watched her take a sip.

Shen Man's face flushed slightly, but she feigned composure. "It's so late, what made you think of coming here?"

"Um..." Jiang Chengzhou scratched his head, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask when my cast can be removed?"

Shen Man mercilessly exposed his lie, "Haven't I told you this many times already? Why are you asking again?"