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

A few days later, her sister Lin still came.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine department is very quiet and does not accept emergency patients. It has two days off per week.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Lin Zhilan took her child to visit the Li family.

When Wang Rou saw her, her eyes lit up. She wanted to get close to her, but she didn't dare.

It wasn't until Lin Zhilan sat down beside her and took her wrist that she asked, "What does Sister Wang usually do at home?"

Taking advantage of Wang Rou's momentary lapse in attention, Lin Zhilan pressed three fingers against her radial artery pulse.

Within moments, her guess was confirmed.

Wang Rou is ill.

A hesitant pulse, characterized by its rough and sluggish flow, like a light knife scraping bamboo, is called a "hesitant pulse."

It is commonly seen in depression, also known as depressive disorder in Western medicine, and the course of the disease should be quite long.

Lin Zhilan sensed something was off when she saw Wang Rou last time. Her gaze was unfocused, her lips were pale, her mouth was drooping, and she seemed listless. There was always a melancholy air about her between her brows.

"Nothing, just spacing out," Wang Rou said, blushing, glancing at Lin Zhilan's rosy cheeks out of the corner of her eye.

She is so beautiful.

Beautiful face, beautiful hair, beautiful nose, beautiful lips...

The most beautiful feature is her eyes. The eyeliner is slightly dark, the eyelashes are curled, and the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, clearly carrying a seductive charm. But if you look closely, you can find that they are clear and bright, like a calm lake, with a calming power.

Lin Zhilan noticed that Wang Rou was easily lost in thought, but Chen Hehua and Li Xuan seemed to have gotten used to her being like this and didn't think anything of it.

Lin Zhilan told the children to go play, then took Wang Rou's hand and tried to make her voice calm and gentle, "Linlin said you teach her to draw. Have you studied painting before?"

When Wang Rou talks about painting, her eyes seem to light up.

"I studied traditional Chinese painting for two years when I was a child, and later I also came into contact with sketching and oil painting... After I got married, my father forbade me to touch them, saying that it would harm Li Jiang." After she finished speaking, her eyes dimmed even more.

"Oh, I see," Lin Zhilan said, feigning regret. "I would also like to ask you to paint a portrait of me."

Wang Rou was madly in love.

Her former oil painting teacher was a foreigner, and he said that artists all have their own muses.

Wang Rou thought that Lin Zhilan was her muse; seeing her gave her endless inspiration and imagination.

"I'm worried..." Wang Rou hesitated, "Won't it have negative consequences?"

Lin Zhilan chuckled: "How could that be? The army has a propaganda department too. Their blackboard bulletins are quite good. Moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education are all important, and art is also very important."

"Blackboard bulletin?"

Lin Zhilan found it strange; it was as if she had locked herself in her home, trying to isolate herself from everything outside.

However, Lin Zhilan didn't show it, she just smiled and said, "We also have a big blackboard bulletin board in our residential compound, would you like to go take a look?"

Wang Rou bit her lip: "Um... I don't want to go."

"Okay, then let's not go. Shall we do something else?" Lin Zhilan immediately changed the subject.

Wang Rou felt excited, but her body felt very tired. She tried her best to force a smile, but it was very stiff.

The next second, Lin Zhilan took her hand, "I'll take you there. Don't worry, we won't go outside, we'll just stay in your yard."

Wang Rou felt a force travel from the other person's arm all the way to her body.

She regained her strength and followed Lin Zhilan into the courtyard.

When Lin Zhilan said she would take her out to play, she really meant it.

I chose a clean, open space in the yard, found a pile of yellow mud, turned on the tap, and stirred the mud until it was even finer. Then...

Sculpting clay figures.

The three children gathered around, watched for a while, and then started kneading the clay themselves.

Chen Hehua sighed, "Dr. Lin, why did you take them to play in the mud?"

After hearing his grandmother's words, Li Xuan paused in his kneading of the mud, hesitating whether to put it down.

Lin Zhilan shaped a lump of clay and handed it to Chen Hehua, "Aunt Hehua, want to play together?"

Chen Hehua shook her head and walked away quickly.

The daughter-in-law is strange, and so is Doctor Lin; no wonder they ended up together.

Wang Rou sculpted a small clay figure and carefully used a twig to draw facial features on it.

Lin Zhilan nudged Li Xuan with her elbow, "Xuanxuan, how well did your mom do the massage?"

Li Xuan looked up and met his mother's gaze. He nervously lowered his head and whispered "Okay."

Wang Rou was always very strict with her son. Faced with Li Xuan's praise, she only lowered her eyes slightly and continued to sculpt the clay figure in her hands.

Linlin gave her "artwork" to her mother, Lin Zhilan, who looked at it from left to right and asked, "Baby, what did you make?"

"Mud~"

"..."

Wang Rou and Li Xuan both burst out laughing.

Lin Zhilan smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek, rewarding her for her honesty.

Jiang Chengzhou also gave his artwork to his aunt.

To put it politely, it's a cylinder, but it's really hard to guess what it is.

"Chengzhou, what are you making?"

"Dog shit."

Lin Zhilan's hands trembled slightly as she asked again, "What did you say this is?"

"Dog shit," Jiang Chengzhou said seriously, "Auntie, this is what dog shit looks like."

Lin Zhilan quickly stopped and returned the "dog poop" to him.

Jiang Chengzhou looked a little aggrieved. "Auntie, don't you like it?"

Lin Zhilan forced a smile, "I like it, but your uncle doesn't have a gift yet. Why don't you take it back first and give it to him when he gets back?"

"Alright," Jiang Chengzhou reluctantly agreed, "then I'll make another one for you next time."

Lin Zhilan forced a smile and vowed that she would never touch mud again for a while, until the brat forgot about it.

Wang Rou gave the clay figurine to Lin Zhilan.

She sculpted it beautifully and exquisitely, and it really did have some of Lin Zhilan's charm.

"Little Wang, you sculpted it so well!"

Two red blushes appeared on Wang Rou's pale face as she shook her head slightly: "The face wasn't pinched very well."

"Isn't it good enough?" Lin Zhilan held it in her hands with care, giving her a reproachful look. "I have to put it back and treasure it properly."

Lin Zhilan also gave her the little trinkets she had made.

A small flower.

Wang Rou happily accepted it, saying she would keep it safe.

Seeing his mother's happy expression, Li Xuan puffed out his cheeks and silently placed the sculpted figure of his mother on the ground.

After playing all morning, Lin Zhilan took her two children home.

I also made an appointment with Wang Rou to visit her again tomorrow.

Before going to bed that night, Wang Rou shared the morning's events with her husband, mentioning Sister Lin's name in every sentence.

It was rare for her to talk so much, and her face also showed so many expressions.

Li Jiang suppressed his excitement and responded cooperatively.

Wang Rou used to be very outgoing, but since marrying him, she has become increasingly withdrawn and doesn't like to go out.

This is the Wang Rou that Li Jiang remembers.

So what exactly did "Sister Lin" do to make my wife like her so much?

A few days later, the Traditional Chinese Medicine department received its first patient.