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Su Xingmian placed the honey packet on the stove and turned to pour brown sugar water.

The enamel mug was handed over, and Wu Qiuli reached out to take it.

As the rim of the cup passed under her nose, she frowned slightly.

Soon, the strangeness was covered up by a sip of water.

Brown sugar water is quite sweet, but it should smell delicious to a normal person.

If you smell it and frown, it means either you don't like sweet things or your stomach is upset.

Su Xingmian kept this detail to herself and remained silent.

The two sat down at the table.

Wu Qiuli glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on the tender sprout in the flowerpot for two seconds before returning to her own.

"Sister Wu, please don't call me sister-in-law anymore, just call me Mianmian."

"Then I'll call you Mianmian."

Wu Qiuli put her cup down, exchanged a few pleasantries, and started talking about the food at the camp.

"There are no fresh vegetables in winter, so the staff of the residential compound are given pickled radishes and pickled cabbage. Occasionally, the logistics department can get a batch of potatoes, which is considered a way to improve our lives."

She took a sip from the cup, and as she put it down, she twirled her finger halfway around the rim.

"If you want to eat leafy greens, you have to grow them yourself, but the sandy soil here is very alkaline, and everything you plant dies. Even Zhang's wife at number three in the row has been trying for two years and still hasn't been able to grow any."

Su Xingmian made a mental note of it. Her idea of ​​helping military wives grow vegetables was correct, and the need was genuine.

Su Xingmian broke off a piece of chocolate and handed it over.

Wu Qiuli took it without hesitation, broke off a small piece and put it in her mouth.

"How long has Sister Wu been staying here?"

"It's been a little over two months. I came here with Liang Jin after we got our marriage certificate."

Su Xingmian realized that Song Qingqing had been here for three months.

According to the system, Wu Qiuli should have married her old fox.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

However, this tree has already taken root in someone else's land, with a stable root system, and its territory does not overlap with hers.

It wasn't visible on the face.

Are you used to it?

"It's not a matter of getting used to it or not." Wu Qiuli swallowed the chocolate. "Life goes on no matter where you are. As long as you take care of your work, you can stay anywhere."

A plant that can survive without much watering.

Su Xingmian changed the subject, her tone becoming more relaxed and casual.

"Yesterday, Sister Song came to deliver soup, but Bingwen stopped her at the door and wouldn't let her in."

She tilted her head.

"Does Sister Wu know her?"

Wu Qiuli blew on the steam rising from the rim of the cup.

"Song Qingqing? I know her."

There was a pause.

"She works as a doctor in the medical team, specializing in gynecology. She's been there for three months, longer than me."

Su Xingmian waited.

"She's pretty and efficient. The young military wives in the family compound all like her. They go to her when they have a headache or fever because she's kind and speaks nicely."

His tone was flat, and every word stated the facts.

Su Xingmian's mind raced.

The three sisters-in-law who came to my house yesterday, Zhang Cuihua, Li Xiuying, and Zhao Hongmei, are all over thirty years old.

The older woman and the younger military wife have different perspectives on people.

Young people are easily swayed by sweet words, while older people judge by actions, deeds, and details.

Song Qingqing was good at cultivating relationships with the young military wives, but she clearly failed to penetrate the older female military wives' circle.

"What's her relationship with Sister Wu?"

Wu Qiuli put down her cup.

"Greet each other when you meet, and maintain normal contact."

After pausing for a beat, he added another sentence.

"She's a very kind person. Last time I had an upset stomach, she gave me two packets of stomach medicine. But I didn't take them because Liang Jin wouldn't let me take medicine from outside."

That's where the conversation ended.

Su Xingmian did not pursue the matter further.

A wise person has said enough.

But she filed the information that Liang Jin wouldn't let her take any medicine given outside.

Liang Jin was one of the people who followed the old fox to capture He Yaozu, so he was naturally very vigilant.

Whether he was being polite or wary of Song Qingqing, this question already answers that question.

The two chatted for a while longer.

Wu Qiuli neither inquired about her private affairs nor offered advice.

When Su Xingmian mentioned wanting to plant something in the yard, she simply said, "Tell me when you've planted it, I want to learn too."

Su Xingmian refilled her brown sugar water.

As soon as hot water is poured in, a sweet, cloying smell hits you.

Wu Qiuli's expression changed.

She stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table, walked quickly to the door, held onto the door frame with one hand, and gagged twice.

Nothing came out.

Su Xingmian took a glass of water and walked over.

Wu Qiuli waved her hand, turned her head away for a few seconds, and her voice became hoarse.

"It's nothing, maybe the pickled vegetables from yesterday weren't good."

Su Xingmian did not respond to that.

His face was pale but his lips were normal, which didn't seem like a gastrointestinal problem.

"Sister Wu, I learned pulse diagnosis from my grandmother. Shall I take a pulse?"

Wu Qiuli hesitated for a moment.

The girl was only eighteen years old, but Liang Jin had told her about the abducted girls in the cellar when he came back. He said that a few needles could bring someone back from the brink of death.

"Okay, give it a try."

Su Xingmian placed three fingers on her wrist.

The moment the fingertip touches the skin, the slippery pulse is felt.

She withdrew her hand.

"Sister Wu."

"Um?"

You're about a month pregnant.

Wu Qiuli froze.

impossible.

Liang Jin used it every single time, without missing a single one.

He received the boxes one by one from Lao Zhang, the logistics director, and counted how many were left after he finished using them.

He's not the kind of person who doesn't care.

How could that be?

She placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her fingers clenched, and remained silent for a long time.

Are you sure?

Su Xingmian nodded.

"I feel it, but I'm still young. If you're worried, Sister Wu, shall we go to the medical team to double-check?"

Wu Qiuli stood up without hesitation.

Liang Jin told her to go to the sanitation team today and check on things along the way.

Su Xingmian picked up the military overcoat by the door.

"I'll go with you."

The two left the hospital and walked along the dirt road toward the medical team.

The wind blew in through the alley, carrying fine sand. Su Xingmian walked on the outside, shielding Wu Qiuli from most of the wind.

After walking for a while, Wu Qiuli turned her head to the side.

"Mianmian, how old were you when you started learning pulse diagnosis?"

"I don't remember. My grandma has been teaching me since I can remember."

Wu Qiuli nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

But her way of looking at Su Xingmian changed.

It wasn't just Political Commissar Zhou's beautiful fiancée.

This girl is really capable.

The medical team's quarters were located on the north side of the camp, consisting of three single-story buildings connected to a pharmacy.

Su Xingmian pushed open the door to the consultation room, and the scent of Lysol wafted towards her.

Zhou Bingwen, wearing a white coat, sat behind the table. Four or five military dependents were lined up in front of him, and one of the women held out her arm for him to feel the gaps in her bones.

He came from a major hospital in Beijing, and his orthopedic skills were a game-changer in this Gobi Desert. In less than a day, the head of the sanitation team was already treating him like royalty.

Upon seeing Su Xingmian enter, he stood up reflexively.

"Second sister-in-law? Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Xingmian shook her head, giving way to Wu Qiuli behind her.

Zhou Bingwen was stunned for a moment, his mouth just opening.

The door to the next consultation room opened.

Song Qingqing came out wearing a white coat, holding a stack of medical records in her hand, and wearing a Red Cross badge on her chest.

Her gaze first fell on Su Xingmian's face, then slid down to Wu Qiuli.

A crease was formed in the corner of the medical record.

The mechanical voice rang in Su Xingmian's ears right on time.

"System, what's going on? When did she and Wu Qiuli get so close?"

[Host, we have detected possible pregnancy symptoms in target Wu Qiuli.]

Su Xingmian tightened her grip on Wu Qiuli's hand slightly.

[In the original novel, Zhou Bingheng and Wu Qiuli had no children after their marriage. Wu Qiuli remarried Liang Jin and quickly became pregnant. Cross-validation conclusion: Zhou Bingheng had no heir.]

She's talking about how her old fox has no heir again.

[It is recommended that the host proactively take on the responsibility of providing prenatal care for Wu Qiuli, establish a deep relationship of trust, expand their "wife diplomacy," and shorten the distance between themselves and their target.]

They wanted to use Wu Qiuli as a stepping stone.

Su Xingmian took a step forward, linking arms with Wu Qiuli.

"Sister Song," she smiled sweetly, "Sister Wu isn't feeling well and would like to get a checkup. Thank you for your help."

Song Qingqing loosened her grip on the medical record, her smile perfectly composed.

"sure."

She stepped aside to clear the doorway to the examination room, her gaze sweeping over Wu Qiuli's lower abdomen.

Wu Qiuli took the initiative to walk into the consultation room, and Su Xingmian followed her in.

Zhou Bingwen stood in the corridor, his gaze sweeping over the three women twice.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but the moment the door to that small consultation room closed, he inexplicably felt a chill.