Chapter 75: How Could She Possibly Give Birth to a Child?

The woman's earlobe was soft and delicate.

It carried a gentle warmth.

That was too abrupt!

Jiang Cheng used one hand to brace himself and quickly pulled away, then apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's nothing."

The strange, sudden tactile sensation made Si Rong's heart beat rapidly; she could understand, this was an accident.

The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly seemed to heat up.

Si Rong propped up her body and sat on the edge of the bed; the pain in her ankle seemed to have eased a little by now.

Outside the window, the torrential rain had not stopped, and the curtain of rain was impenetrable.

Dark clouds pressed down in mid-air, as if it were going to rain endlessly.

She looked at Jiang Cheng's quilt, folded into a perfect square block, and wondered, if this rain kept falling until night, would she have to sleep here?

And what about Jiang Cheng?

It was impossible for the two of them to squeeze onto this single bed that was only 1.2 meters wide, right?

Si Rong twisted her index fingers together; what kind of wild thoughts was she having?

"Does your foot still hurt badly?"

Jiang Cheng asked.

His gaze fell upon Si Rong's injured right foot.

"It's a little better."

"I learned some basic bone-setting and bandaging on the battlefield before; why don't I take a look for you first?"

Si Rong bit her lip slightly; the soles of her feet were a sensitive area.

While she was hesitating, Jiang Cheng had already squatted down in front of her, the man's gaze sincere and filled with concern, "Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'm just helping you check; if you feel pain, I'll stop."

Si Rong:... "Okay."

Just as she was preparing to bend over to take off her shoes, Jiang Cheng had already helped her remove her high heels.

Today, to match her cheongsam, she was wearing silk stockings; she felt a bit awkward at this moment, but she couldn't exactly take the stockings off here.

What was even more awkward was that Jiang Cheng had already grasped her foot with one hand.

He began to carefully move it to check.

"Does it hurt like this?"

His thumb gripped the sole of her foot, and Si Rong tried her best to ignore the ticklish sensation, "A little."

"How about this?"

Jiang Cheng had indeed learned simple bone-setting from an old military doctor on the battlefield, but the foot in his palm was just too small—it was barely any larger than his own palm.

It was just like a child's.

However, Si Rong's skin felt a bit too smooth to the touch.

It was not quite the same as an ordinary person's skin.

"Ah!" This spot hurt terribly, and Si Rong couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Jiang Cheng observed her reaction, his eyes trying his best to ignore her pale pink lips which she had bitten into, and he speculated, "The bone should be fine; it's a muscle strain near the ankle."

"Mm."

Si Rong wanted to pull her foot back, but she didn't expect Jiang Cheng to suddenly notice something; he glanced at the wrinkles in the silk stockings at her ankle, "What is this?"

Si Rong:...

"Stockings."

Jiang Cheng felt embarrassed; he didn't know such stockings existed and had never seen them before. Hearing this, he carefully let go of Si Rong's foot.

"Don't put your shoes back on for now," Jiang Cheng found a pair of new cloth shoes from his wardrobe, the thousand-layer soles stitched by his mother herself, "Wear these, they're new."

Sometimes he would wear cloth shoes during training.

"Okay," Si Rong took them, "Thank you."

This man's feet were really big.

Her feet were empty inside them, feeling a bit adrift.

By now, the rain seemed to have eased a little.

Jiang Cheng took an umbrella from the doorway, "You sit here and wait a moment; I'll go call the military doctor."

Si Rong nodded.

The door closed and was then pushed open again by Jiang Cheng; he returned to the desk, picked up a book, and handed it to Si Rong, "If you feel bored, you can read for a while."

"Okay."

The book Jiang Cheng found for her was "Journey to the West," which Si Rong quite liked to read.

She hadn't read many pages before Jiang Cheng brought an old military doctor inside.

The old military doctor was carrying a medicine chest on his back.

As soon as he entered the door, he let out a yawn.

Just a moment ago, he had been thinking that with such heavy rain, there was nothing to do, so he might as well take a nap.

As it turned out, he had just fallen asleep when he was dragged up by Jiang Cheng.

He had thought there was some urgent, life-or-death matter.

But it was just a sprained ankle.

This Jiang Cheng, he had really fallen for it.

Looking at his anxious, bumbling appearance, it was as if he wished he could feel the pain for her.

"It's nothing serious, she just needs to rest for a period of time."

Jiang Cheng felt he was being too casual, "Don't you need to prescribe some medicinal herbs for a hot compress?"

He remembered that once when his foot was injured, the medicinal herbs the military doctor prescribed for him were quite good.

"Do you think this is the same as when you lost such a large chunk of flesh on your foot last time?"

The military doctor rolled his eyes at him, annoyed.

Everyone in the troops knew about that incident; Jiang Cheng was leading new recruits in grenade training, but the recruit didn't follow the regulations, and to save that recruit, Jiang Cheng almost lost a foot.

When applying the medicine, Jiang Cheng hadn't even blinked an eye.

Yet now that it was this young lady, look at how nervous he was.

Jiang Cheng:...

"If Division Commander Jiang is truly worried," the military doctor teased as he looked at Jiang Cheng, "then I'll take your wife's pulse again."

Si Rong:...

Jiang Cheng first observed Si Rong's expression, and seeing that she wasn't displeased by this form of address, he cleared his throat to remind him, "We aren't married yet."

"It's only a matter of time."

The military doctor had already pulled Si Rong's wrist over.

Looking at how worthless Division Commander Jiang was acting, could he really let this wife who was almost in his grasp run away?

In truth, Si Rong had some trauma regarding traditional Chinese medicine, because skilled practitioners were terrifying; once they took your pulse, no secrets in your body could be hidden.

She still remembered that the last time she had her pulse taken, that old practitioner had said in front of so many of the Shen family's relatives that she was infertile and would never be able to be a mother in this lifetime.

She had not forgotten that feeling of sadness even after all these years.

Si Rong quietly gripped the corner of her clothes with her left hand; she was a bit nervous, and even more worried.

Would Jiang Cheng despise her for being infertile?

Given Jiang Cheng's status, position, and age, he could easily find a healthy woman to bear him children.

"The other hand."

Si Rong obediently handed over her other hand.

Two minutes later, the old military doctor began to pack up his medicine chest, "Rest assured! Your wife is in good health, and she will definitely be able to give you a big, healthy boy later on!"

Jiang Cheng, fearing that Si Rong would dislike the military doctor speaking this way, helped him strap the medicine chest onto his back in a flash and urged, "Don't you have things to attend to? Hurry up and go!"

Military doctor:...

This Division Commander Jiang was so impatient and not at all steady.

Just like a hot-headed youth!

Si Rong stood frozen in place because of the military doctor's words about her being "in good health and able to bear a healthy baby."

How could her body possibly be able to bear a child?