After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

Su Lang dodged away and laughed, "Baby, wait a minute. Daddy's dirty. Let me wash myself clean before you hug me."

When Linlin saw that he refused, she put her hands on her hips, stomped her foot heavily on the ground, and then ran into the kitchen to complain.

Her spoiled and willful appearance is quite similar to her mother's.

Su Lang smiled and went to take a shower and change her clothes.

By the time he came out, the food was just ready.

Jiang Chengzhou moved stools, Linlin handed out chopsticks, and Su Lang went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Lin Zhilan gestured for him to look towards the living room, "Chengzhou usually helps me with chores, so you, as his uncle, shouldn't be too harsh on him."

Su Lang wanted to say that doting mothers spoil their children, but when he met his wife's bright eyes, he nodded, "I'll listen to you."

At the dinner table, Su Lang wanted to feed her daughter, but Lin Zhilan stopped her, saying, "She can eat by herself now."

A doting father often spoils his daughter...

"Linlin," Lin Zhilan placed the spoon in her daughter's hand, "show Daddy how you eat."

"Mmm." Linlin lowered her head and carefully scooped a spoonful of rice into her mouth. After finishing, she would gesture for her father to see.

Su Lang was a little disappointed that she could no longer feed her daughter, but she still praised her a few times.

After hearing this, Linlin ate even more attentively, not even dropping a single grain of rice onto the table.

After dinner, Su Lang came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes. When he rolled down his sleeves, Lin Zhilan noticed a bloodstain on his arm.

"Are you hurt?" she asked anxiously, pulling on his arm to check.

Su Lang glanced at the child who was sitting at the table doodling, then closed the door with one hand, trapping her in the kitchen.

"I got a scratch during the disaster relief efforts, it's nothing serious, just a minor injury."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to look for his wife's red lips.

Lin Zhilan raised her hand to cover his mouth and said reproachfully, "Wait, let me take a look first."

"Zhilan," Su Lang said, unable to contain himself, kissing her palms, lips, and neck. "I've been holding back all day, let me kiss you first, I'm about to burst."

Lin Zhilan's ears turned red, and she raised her hand to pinch the man's lips: "Don't say dirty things!"

Su Lang chuckled and relaxed his body, letting his wife lean against him.

He admitted that he was growing to love his wife more and more, and when he saw her, all he wanted to do was kiss and hug her, and he wished he could be with her all the time.

He could also tell that his wife didn't mind his closeness.

Although I don't know how deep their feelings are, they do like me to some extent and care about me.

As for the depth of his feelings, he has a lifetime to cultivate them.

Thinking of this, Su Lang could hardly contain the joy that was about to overflow from her chest, and her heart felt as sweet as honey.

He wrapped one arm around his wife's waist and held her delicate hand, which was still playfully kissing his lips, with the other.

Before his wife could react, he opened his lips and took her slender, jade-like finger into his mouth.

It even licked it with the tip of its tongue.

Lin Zhilan instantly burst into flames.

The skin on her neck, exposed outside her collar, changed from fair to blushing pink, slowly spreading to her face.

A layer of tears welled up in Lin Zhilan's eyes. She glared at him, broke free from his embrace, opened the kitchen door, and went to the room to find the first-aid kit.

She was so embarrassed, which made her even more pitiful and adorable in Su Lang's eyes. Even a gentle touch from her hand was enough to make her unable to resist, and her Adam's apple kept bobbing as she craved it.

But Lin Zhilan earnestly pulled his hand away so he wouldn't touch her, and he really didn't touch her.

But he couldn't resist his instinct to get close to her, and Su Lang followed behind her, never leaving her side.

Lin Zhilan pressed him down to sit in the living room and carefully lifted up the cuff of his left sleeve.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was a rather long cut. Plus, with the sweat and the clothes covering it, the edges of the wound started to fester and blister.

Lin Zhilan was shocked and glared at him fiercely.

Disinfect with iodine, then prick with a silver needle to squeeze out the pus, and finally apply a thin layer of ointment.

When the two children saw that he was injured, they both came over.

Little Linlin was both scared and worried, her eyebrows furrowed into a caterpillar shape, which made people laugh.

"Baby, can you blow on it for Daddy?"

Little Linlin puffed out her cheeks and blew earnestly on her father's arm.

The customer's feedback was prompt, and Su Lang feigned surprise, saying, "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Linlin smiled happily.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengzhou quickly came over, wanting to help as well.

Su Lang quickly stopped her, "Forget about you, I'm worried you'll spit all over me."

Jiang Chengzhou lost a front tooth a few days ago, and now he speaks with a slight lisp. It's better to just go out and get rained on than to let him blow on it.

"Hmph, I don't even want to brag to you." Sensing his uncle's disdain, Jiang Chengzhou sneered.

Watching Su Lang interact with the children, Lin Zhilan felt a strange warmth in her heart.

She seemed to see the fatherly love she had never experienced before in Su Lang.

……

With only two weeks left until the Lunar New Year, the couple are still busy with their own things.

Fewer people came to buy medicine, but there were too many wounded, and the wards of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department were full, so it didn't feel deserted.

Lin Zhilan was counting the medicinal herbs when she suddenly heard a commotion outside.

The human instinct to enjoy a spectacle is ingrained in people's bones; patients from the wards poured out, even those using crutches, to go out and watch the excitement.

Lin Zhilan glanced at it, then lowered her head to calculate on the abacus, thinking about what medicinal herbs the department should purchase next year.

Lin Zijun went out for a walk and came back looking rather grim.

"There was a new mother who was in her postpartum period when her husband wanted a divorce, and the two were fighting over the child."

These days, divorce is a novelty, and other patients who didn't know the inside story all gathered around to listen.

Ye Congshan asked, puzzled, "You just gave birth, why are you getting a divorce?"

Lin Zijun couldn't help but roll his eyes. "That guy said his wife's C-section was performed by a male doctor, and he insisted that his wife was seen naked by a man and that he was cheated on."

Lin Zhilan stopped fiddling with the abacus, her brow furrowed.

Others started gossiping, with some even saying it was understandable—who could tolerate their wife being looked at by another man?

Lin Zijun, who had previously studied Western medicine, anxiously explained to them, "This is a life-saving operation! The surgery was performed in a makeshift tent in the disaster area! A slight delay could have resulted in the deaths of both mother and child. Do you have time to care whether the surgeon is male or female? Are you crazy?"

Furthermore, where does a C-section involve cutting into the abdomen? How can you have such filthy thoughts? What were you thinking?!

"A woman's belly shouldn't be shown to just any man. In my opinion, this woman is unfaithful!" The middle-aged man argued vehemently, unaware that everyone else had moved away from him.

The doctor said it was to save a life.

It's truly heartless of him to say such things.

Lin Zhilan raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the middle-aged man's receding hairline and greasy face.

"Sir," Lin Zhilan chose a polite form of address, "how old are you?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I'm only 38 years old. You can call me 'Big Brother' if you like."

Lin Zhilan sneered, "Would it be convenient for me to take your pulse?"

"Sure." The middle-aged man placed his hand on the counter, his fleshy face twitching slightly.