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If Liu Chunhua hadn't mentioned it, Lin Zhilan would have almost forgotten about the two of them. "Why did she suddenly go back?"

Commander Qin had already apologized to Lin Zhilan on their behalf for what happened before, and had also sent handwritten apology letters from Huang Ying and Jiang Xiaohong. Lin Zhilan had also agreed not to pursue the matter further.

Why did you suddenly go back?

Liu Chunhua scoffed, "I heard she got into a fight with her sister-in-law and her face was all scratched up. How could she possibly stay there?"

"Oh, right," Liu Chunhua suddenly remembered, "Xiao Lin, why have you been going to the hospital so often these past few days? What happened?"

The matter was kept secret. Since it wasn't certain yet, Lin Zhilan didn't like to publicize it. She just smiled and said, "An elder is ill, so I'm going to visit him."

Liu Chunhua wanted to ask more questions, but Lin Zhilan directly told her daughter and Chengzhou to go home.

Su Lang did not hide from her his conversation with Political Commissar Zhuang that night.

Even knowing that the Jiang family had resources and power, Lin Zhilan, like Su Lang, never considered sending Jiang Chengzhou away.

Even disregarding emotions, the Jiang family's two half-grandsons certainly wouldn't allocate all their resources to Jiang Chengzhou.

Once he goes back, he'll be competing with his youngest son for resources. No matter how much Old Master Jiang favors Chengzhou, that other son is still his own. If things really get out of hand, Old Master Jiang will have to play both sides.

Lin Zhilan came from a divorced family in her previous life, and every year during the Lunar New Year and other holidays, she had to go to her father's or mother's remarried family.

When she faced her younger siblings, she could sense their subtle hostility and also perceive her parents' embarrassment and predicament.

After starting work, she simply used the excuse of being busy at the hospital to refuse invitations, whether sincere or insincere, which made things much easier for both parties.

In the book, Jiang Chengzhou did not choose to return to the Jiang family after Su Lang's death.

Now that he has an uncle, aunt, and sister, why would he want to go back?

As for resources?

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang had the same idea.

Su Lang is young, capable, and has military achievements.

Lin Zhilan possesses medical skills and a spiritual spring within her space.

The two of them alone are enough to provide a good material and educational environment for the two children; more importantly, it requires the children's own efforts.

Jiang Chengzhou sat at the desk in the room, staring blankly at the notebook in front of him.

Lin Zhilan placed the pencil on the table. "Chengzhou, what did you learn in school?"

Jiang Chengzhou looked bewildered: "Huh?"

"What did the teacher teach?"

"They taught us how to pull weeds and catch earthworms."

Lin Zhilan: "..."

After asking around, I found out that the so-called "children's class" was just a place to look after children; no classes were actually held.

Grandpa Yan thought it would be like the old school, where he could learn to read and write, so he paid two yuan to send Yan Yuan there. But after only two days, Yan Yuan asked the teacher for a refund.

Lin Zhilan asked, "Can you count?"

Jiang Chengzhou answered quickly: "123456789 10, millions."

"That's all? Can you write it?"

Jiang Chengzhou suddenly realized his lack of knowledge and honestly said, "That's all, I can't write it."

"Alright," Lin Zhilan said, regaining her composure. "Then let's start by learning to write numbers today."

The illiterate man has no right to refuse.

Lin Zhilan thought that having supervised so many graduate students, teaching a child would be a piece of cake.

But half an hour later, she realized she was wrong.

Jiang Chengzhou, this stubborn child,

He can't write the number 2!

To be precise, he doesn't write in a straight line.

Lin Zhilan grabbed his hand and wrote a line of text. As soon as she let go, he seemed to turn in a completely different direction.

In the end, Lin Zhilan chose to let go of herself and her child.

"It's okay if you can't write it now, you'll learn later, you're not stupid."

Jiang Chengzhou chuckled foolishly, and Lin Zhilan couldn't help but laugh too.

Silly child.

Jiang Chengzhou hadn't even finished learning the ten numbers when he felt like there were thorns growing on the stool, and he couldn't sit still anymore.

Little Linlin, who was accompanying her to school, was seriously drawing and painting on paper with watercolors, muttering to herself.

Children's attention spans are limited, so Lin Zhilan took pity on her and patted her daughter's bottom, letting them go out to play.

Jiang Chengzhou cheered and went out to call his friends.

Little Linlin asked her mother to squat down, kissed her on the cheek, and then followed her brother.

This is probably the joy of raising children, Lin Zhilan thought to herself.

The next day, when I came out of Cheng Qingshan's ward, Ye Congshan was already waiting at the door.

"Dr. Lin, I heard you're going to treat Luo Zhiyong's leg?"

"Yes."

"Can I just stand by and watch?"

Ye Congshan's hair was already half white, and he was much older than Lin Zhilan. But as the saying goes, "the accomplished are teachers," and Lin Zhilan was not particularly apprehensive in the face of his almost fawning attitude.

"Okay," she said.

Ye Congshan was even more grateful and followed closely behind her.

Lin Zhilan paused slightly before walking alongside him.

Luo Zhiyong was already anxiously waiting in the ward, and had even changed into a pair of loose pants.

This time you don't need to take it off, just lift it up.

Lin Zhilan didn't waste any words. She asked Lin Zijun to help disinfect the needles and took out the silver needles. The sharp needle tips flashed with silver light.

Luo Zhiyong gritted his teeth.

A few seconds later, he craned his neck to look, puzzled.

He had several needles stuck in his calf, but he didn't feel anything.

"Huh?" Ye Congshan looked at the spot where Lin Zhilan had needled it. "You didn't needle Zusanli?"

"No," Lin Zhilan began her lesson: "This is Yanglingquan, the meeting point of tendons in the Eight Meeting Points, and also the He-Sea point of the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang. Acupuncture here can soothe the liver and gallbladder, relax muscles and tendons, and improve joint mobility."

Ye Congshan nodded, and Lin Zijun began frantically taking notes.

Lin Zhilan then needled several acupoints, including the outer knee eye, Yinling acupoint, and Huantiao acupoint, and explained them one by one.

While Lin Zhilan went to wash her hands, Ye Congshan asked Luo Zhiyong, "Young comrade, how are you feeling right now?"

Luo Zhiyong: "It feels a little numb, and also a little warm, which is quite comfortable."

Lin Zijun tilted his head to examine the silver needles, when Ye Congshan slapped him on the shoulder, "Hurry up and memorize them!"

"oh oh."

Lin Zhilan had just returned from washing her hands and said slowly, "The needles will be left in for half an hour. They will become increasingly itchy and painful later, so remember to bear it and not move."

Luo Zhiyong: "Okay!"

Taking advantage of the break, Lin Zhilan went to the pharmacy to get a prescription and also checked the quality of the Chinese medicinal herbs at the hospital.

Well, I can only say it's usable.

While she was getting the medicine, Ye Congshan and Lin Zijun kept a close eye on Luo Zhiyong's reaction.

Luo Zhiyong went from being expressionless a moment ago to being covered in sweat and with bulging veins in just a few minutes.

Lin Zijun was sweating bullets for him.

Gradually, his complexion returned to normal, and his clenched fists relaxed.

Just then, Lin Zhilan appeared in the ward and began to remove the needles from his arm.

Lin Zhilan: "Dr. Ye, does he have to pay for his own medication?"

Ye Congshan replied, "No need, the army will provide it."