If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Compared to the chaos and turmoil here, Xiangyang Brigade is much more peaceful. Jiang and Lie either go into the mountains to hunt and gather herbs together or stay at home and live their own quiet lives.

In the courtyard, Jiang Lie was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with sweat, and his muscles bulged as he chopped firewood, making him impossible to look away from.

Wen Yao blinked, occasionally sneaking a glance up at the screen.

With admiration in his eyes, he thought, "That physique is really impressive. It looks firm and feels great to the touch. I just wonder if it's gotten a bit tanned lately."

Distracted, the man turned his head and looked over.

A slight smile played on his lips: "Wife, what are you looking at?"

Wen Yao touched her nose: "Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at the sparrows on the wall. The rice in the paddy field is almost ripe, and there have been more and more sparrows lately."

"Hmm, if only there were some kind of medicine that could drive away sparrows, I'd give it a try."

Jiang Lie hummed in agreement, raised one hand high, and as it fell, the firewood was split into roughly equal-sized strips. He said in a low voice, "It's alright, let's try it slowly. These sparrows eat a lot of food every year, they're used to it."

"I'll go to the rice paddies again another day to observe what these little creatures are afraid of. It's a pity I can't catch them to observe them, otherwise I should be able to find the appropriate medicine more quickly."

"Okay, just let me know if you need my help. I'm not busy when I'm not hunting."

"Okay, I understand."

Knock knock knock~~

A voice came from the doorway: "Is Dr. Wen home?"

Wen Yao withdrew her gaze from her husband, stood up, opened the door, and looked at him: "Auntie, I'm here. Are you feeling unwell?"

Aunt Lan Hua hurriedly waved her hand: "No, it wasn't me, it was my family... A distant relative heard that Dr. Wen was a good doctor, so he specially asked me to bring him here to treat his old ailment."

"Okay, please come in."

The middle-aged man followed him into the courtyard, his gaze quickly sweeping across the yard before settling on the man with a hint of wariness. He quickly averted his gaze, his face beaming with a kind and gentle demeanor.

Sitting on a chair in the courtyard, he looked over and said, "Dr. Wen, it's like this. I was accidentally burned by oil a few years ago, and it left a big scar on my leg, but I didn't take it too seriously."

"But recently, my scar has been both painful and itchy, it's really unbearable. I heard that you are a good doctor, so I'd like to ask you to see if you can help me treat it."

"Money is negotiable, as long as I suffer less. Otherwise, I can't sleep at night because of the pain and itching, and I still have to work during the day. My body can't take it."

"It's so painful, ugh."

Aunt Lan Hua chimed in, "Yes, Dr. Wen, my distant relative has had it so tough. At this age, she's still suffering from scars. Why are burns so difficult to treat?"

"Several years have passed. If the knife wound had left a scar, it wouldn't be this serious now. Please take a look."

"If this continues, my relative won't survive. Who can lose weight like this every day?"

Wen Yao nodded and said, "Okay, wait for me a moment. I'll check the scar. Let's sit down and have a cup of herbal tea to quench our thirst. Don't rush."

He went inside, carried his medicine box out, placed it on the table, opened it, put on gloves, and squatted down: "Uncle, please roll up your trouser legs so I can check the scars."

"Okay, I'm coming right now, but my scar is a bit ugly, I hope it won't scare you."

"Ha, it's okay, I'm brave."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Dr. Wen, my name is Zhang Gui, you can just call me Uncle Zhang. Look at this palm-sized scar, I suffered a lot back then, a large patch of skin was burned off..."

Wen Yao reached out and pressed the red scar. It was uneven and looked quite grotesque. She took out a ruler and measured it: "It's eight centimeters long and about five centimeters wide. This scar is indeed very large."

"Have you noticed the scar growing over the years, Uncle Zhang?"

"As I grow up, I haven't paid much attention to this issue because it's on the inside of my calf and I can't see it very clearly. But saying it's eight centimeters long and five centimeters wide is a bit off."

"But I remember scars shrink over time, how could they possibly grow bigger?"

Zhang Gui spoke somewhat nervously.

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "Normally, it shrinks over time, but the human body is very complex, especially when it comes into contact with greasy food and other dirty things. If it's not handled properly, it can also cause disease."

"Your scar is quite large. It will be difficult to remove with ointment, and we're unsure if it's a lesion."

"I suggest you go to the hospital for a pathological examination. If it's confirmed that the scar isn't malignant, then you can consider a minor excision surgery, especially since your muscles are so loose."

"As long as it's stitched up properly, the surgical scar won't be big. I'll apply some medication and it will gradually fade away. Is that alright with you?"

Zhang Guilai's purpose was not that. He had heard about the fast-acting medicine she had and naturally wanted to get some to take back for testing. Hearing this, he nodded: "That's possible."

"But Dr. Wen, could you prescribe some ointment for me? I'll apply it when I get home so I can at least get some sleep. Otherwise, relying on painkillers every day could easily lead to a perforated stomach."

"Sigh, even if I go for a check-up, it will take time to have surgery. I really don't have time right now. Why don't you try to treat me first to relieve the pain?"

Aunt Lan Hua received the look and quickly chimed in, "Yes, that's exactly what I meant. She said the ointment you prescribed for Xiao Cao was really effective."

"How about we get that for my relative too? Even if it doesn't completely cure the problem, it would be worth it if it could alleviate some of the pain."

Wen Yao thought for a moment and nodded: "That's possible, but my ointment works very well for new scars, especially those less than a year old. It's not as effective for scars that are several years old."

"You can try to relieve the pain, but I don't recommend delaying it. It's best to go to the hospital for a pathological examination to determine the cause of the disease as soon as possible, and then decide whether surgery is necessary."

Zhang Gui nodded and said, "Okay, I'll think about it carefully. Thank you, Dr. Wen, for prescribing the ointment."

"It's alright, wait here for a moment, I'll get Uncle Zhang some ointment."

"Uh-huh."

A round, light green porcelain box was handed over. Zhang Gui took it and glanced at it. A rich medicinal fragrance wafted out; it was a very unique scent. It was a scar removal cream, but it seemed to smell even better than the ones in his shop.

She lowered her eyes to hide the strangeness in them, then stood up with a smile: "How much? I'll go back and try it first. Thank you, Dr. Wen."

"Three yuan is fine. This box doesn't contain much; it should only be enough for Uncle Zhang to use four or five times. Just use it once before bed each day. I added some numbing powder to relieve your pain at night."

Zhang Gui promptly paid the money, took the ointment, and left.

Aunt Lan Hua followed closely behind, and after walking a distance, she whispered, "Boss Zhang, what about the payment you promised...?"