Chapter 87: Men who don't love themselves are like rotten cabbage

In the cabin for the return trip, I didn't run into that auntie I had met on the way there.

Shen Man thought that from now on she'd keep some candy in her pocket when going out, so she could give it to anyone she met.

Over the next hour or so, the cabin was filled with the drowsy snores of people nodding off; all sorts of ordinary people showed fatigue that couldn't be hidden on their faces.

They bustle about for a living, hearts full of hope, their vigor flourishing.

Yes, Shen Man can now clearly see the qi on others' chests.

She guessed it was because Tangyuan had recovered a bit, which also benefited her.

Jiang Ye's chest qi is a rich purple; whenever she gets close, that purple qi seems to welcome her, jumping about excitedly.

And she herself, using a mirror, has seen that the qi on her own chest is a blend of light purple and gold.

How could her qi have gold in it?

In her previous life, she was merely an ordinary medical student who had returned from overseas studies and hadn't made any major contributions.

For things she couldn't figure out, she simply stopped thinking about them.

Not draining herself mentally, she cherishes what's before her.

Meanwhile, Lu Xiu Bai, who had just boiled a pot of noodles, stared with a face full of worry and deep sorrow at the cat squinting its eyes as it enjoyed being petted on his wife's chest.

"Wife, the noodles are getting cold—should we just eat them as they are?"

The implication: you could throw the cat away and focus your attention on him.

"I'm not hungry; you were exhausted last night, so eat a bit more to replenish yourself."

Pei Yan Ting's eyes were full of feeling, but the object of her affection wasn't her husband—it was the little cat in her arms.

She's a plushie enthusiast, and she's kept it well hidden.

She woke up in the morning, got dressed, and came out to wash up.

Without meaning to, she locked eyes with a small cat walking along the wall; she tentatively called out "Tangyuan" and opened her arms, not expecting the little guy to take a liking to her and actually leap into her embrace.

No wonder it's the pet her sister raised—it's just as well-behaved and adorable as her sister.

"Um,"

Lu Xiu Bai felt something was off about that remark—was he the one who was tired?

Clearly he was the one who got beaten, so the exhaustion should obviously be……

Tangyuan, nestled in the owner's sister-in-law's arms, half-understood, only feeling that the two-legged beast over there—oh no, the owner's older brother—was a bit dim-witted and somewhat pitiable.

Tsk, maybe his own wife has grown to dislike him~

Who let him be bad, staring at this adorable little cat.

Never mind—sister-in-law opened a can of fish for it, and it dug in, happily munching!

Not daring to start an argument with his own wife, for the sake of his happy life he obediently lifted the bowl and began to eat, huffing and puffing.

Tsk, it's really awful—too salty.

It's lumpy, undercooked.

Clearly he followed his brother-in-law's instructions step by step, so why does the texture differ so much?

Quietly, feeling guilty, he carried the bowl away, afraid his wife would discover his terrible cooking skills.

Pei Yan Ting noticed the man's little move and struggled to hold back her laughter.

This guy is still as amusing as he was when he was little.

Last night, she was still quite satisfied.

Having grown up in a medical family, she can still tell clean men apart.

Men who don't love themselves are like rotten cabbage.

Clean men sleep without psychological burden.

"Gurgle-gurgle~"

After Tangyuan licked the fish can clean, the whole cat went boneless, letting the sister-in-law pet it as she pleased.

Being petted felt good, and it even showed its soft belly.

So sleepy; the sister-in-law's scent is very comforting—it's Tangyuan's favorite smell besides its owner and the big shot.

"All right, play by yourself—I'm going to find your owner's notes."

Pei Yan Ting smiled faintly, placed the Tangyuan showing a content expression on the table.

She gave a brief explanation, not caring whether the little guy understood, then went to her room, sorted the already-organized box of notebooks and ancient rare manuscripts, preparing to lend them to her sister.

Regarding her sister saying she wanted to become a military doctor, she felt reassured.

These are her insights from the past few years, whether practical experience or theoretical knowledge, exchanged in study notes.

To those who don't understand the field, these things are just waste paper, worth nothing.

To those who do understand, these things are worth a fortune, worth a city.

She looks forward to the day when her sister can also become a military doctor, work alongside her, and someday fight side by side to safeguard the soldiers' lifeline.......

Anyone who has studied medicine knows that in medical school, supplementary subjects like traditional Chinese medicine, toxicology, anatomy, etc., have key points for other courses' finals, but for medicine the teacher says there's no review focus because the entire text is key!

This means that aside from rote memorization, there are no shortcuts!

During exams, the etiology questions are not solely tested.

The condition also changes over time, requiring a comprehensive evaluation.

For example, in differentiating a cold, is it wind-heat or wind-cold?

There's no standard answer; you need to combine book knowledge with the actual exam situation, even practical diagnosis of patients on the spot......

It just asks whether you're bald or not.

This is still simple; after these medical students qualify, their mentors will recommend them to relevant hospitals and clinics for job placement.

What about those who fail?

Resume cultivation!

Besides, the hardest to pass is the military doctor.

Military doctors face the battlefield, face bloodshed, face life and death!

Military doctors really do go to the front lines of the battlefield!

After moving the box out of the room, Pei Yan Ting took out a lady's cigarette from her pocket, lit it, leaned against the door, squinted her eyes slightly, and enjoyed the brief afternoon tranquility.

When did she start smoking?

It was probably when she first went as a military doctor to the front-line battlefield and came into contact with the brutal bloodshed.

Post-traumatic stress disorder isn't just something soldiers get; military doctors get it too.

I don't know if my younger sister's belief in studying medicine can be maintained.

Thinking of her brother-in-law, such an iron-willed soldier, she thought even a diamond would turn soft around his finger, and she inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Looking again at the corner of the courtyard, the man with a sneaky vibe, his back to her, after finally finishing that bowl of noodles and guzzling water wildly, made her want to laugh even more......

Lu Xiu Bai poured two ladles of well water over himself, finally washing away the salty taste on his tongue.

Next time, he'll definitely put in less salt!

Huh?

Suddenly he smelled tobacco in his nose, instinctively twitched his nose, turned his head, and saw it was his daughter-in-law smoking.

Eh, how can his daughter-in-law smoking look so good?

The man's gaze was sincere and scorching, staring fixedly, unable to resist being drawn in, willingly turning soft around his finger.

Pei Yan Ting never wronged herself, nor did she intend to; she lived by seizing the moment and enjoying life.

Thus, the game that came to her door—oh no, the man—she accepted with a smile.

She lightly flicked the cigarette butt from her lips, hooked her fingertip into the belt around his waist, lightly exhaled the smoke from her mouth, and kissed him.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and she didn't know whose hurried steps had stomped it out.

The door creaked open, the intense affair making the cats on the roof unable to bear watching, hurriedly swapping a roof tile to sunbathe......