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

Lin Zhilan submitted the letter of complaint.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, military spouses got into a fight, and the incident became so big that almost the entire military region knew about it.

Soon someone came to investigate.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Song Fang strictly followed her husband's instructions and insisted that she had only heard rumors and had spoken out of turn.

A staff member from the family affairs committee sat opposite her, constantly taking notes. "Hearsay? Who told you that? When and where?"

Song Fang swallowed nervously. "Many people in the village say that."

"Many people? List their names."

"I..." Song Fang was a little scared, "Will you investigate?"

"This is none of your business. Just answer my questions."

Song Fang dared not answer, because she also understood that Lin Zhilan's rumors were just baseless.

If Wang Guifang really had a lover, she would have made it known to the whole world.

Lin Zhilan had no ties in the village, but she and Zhou Jianjun would have to return to the village eventually, and she didn't want the news to spread.

I'm even more afraid that my mother-in-law will find out about this.

If her mother-in-law knew that she had jeopardized Zhou Jianjun's future, she would definitely send her back to the village and would never treat her well again.

Song Fang's face was deathly pale. "I forgot who it was."

The staff member stared at her for a moment. "Didn't you say there would be a lot of people?"

"Not many people," Song Fang immediately corrected herself. "I misremembered. My memory has been bad ever since I got pregnant."

"You said that Comrade Lin Zhilan has a bad reputation in her hometown and has issues with her conduct, right?"

Think carefully before you answer. We have already spoken with the witnesses who were present that day.

Song Fang's expression tightened. "I already said that."

Do you have any evidence?

"……No."

"So, you're spreading rumors, right?"

Song Fang remained silent.

The staff member then asked, "We have checked and found that your husband and Comrade Lin's ex-husband are cousins. You and Comrade Lin are not enemies."

So, why are you targeting Comrade Lin? Is it because your husband's family objects to her remarriage?

Song Fang felt a chill run down her spine; she dared not let this matter involve Zhou Jianjun and the Zhou family.

"No! It was me!" Song Fang's eyes reddened, and she suddenly shouted, "I was jealous of Lin Zhilan. She's beautiful, and she was able to marry the regimental commander after her second marriage. Even her stepson helped her take care of her daughter."

Why is she so lucky? I just can't stand her!

The staff laughed. "There are many people in this world who are luckier than you. Are you going to be jealous of them all?"

Besides, where did Dr. Lin get a stepson? You mean Jiang Chengzhou, right? He's Commander Su's nephew.

"What's wrong? Commander Su is still a perfectly innocent, unmarried man. Do you find Dr. Lin even more objectionable now?"

Song Fang seemed to have all her energy drained away. She clutched her stomach and murmured in pain.

The staff exchanged a glance and then ordered someone to take her to the hospital.

Pregnancy may offer temporary respite, but the consequences are inevitable.

Song Fang will have to undergo three months of criticism and education, and she will have to spend an hour every day attending ideological and political classes.

In addition, they had to write a 3,000-word self-criticism and repentance letter by hand and read it aloud on the radio station for a week.

Leaving aside the impact on Zhou Jianjun, Song Fang, who values ​​her reputation, had to read her self-criticism aloud on the radio station, which was more painful for her than death.

Moreover, ever since that incident, Zhou Jianjun has been coming home with injuries every few days.

Zhou Jianjun knew that he had offended Su Lang and Li Jiang.

If you can't afford to mess with him, you can at least avoid him.

Zhou Jianjun's plan to send Song Fang back to her hometown failed, so he simply applied for a mission.

The days when Song Fang was waited on hand and foot are gone forever.

Because I have to go up and down the stairs several times a day, I'm not even satisfied with the apartment on the third floor anymore.

……

After Song Fang was disciplined by the military, Lin Zhilan temporarily put her matter aside.

Because she would have to go back to work after the New Year.

The middle-aged man who used to suffer from chronic prostatitis now comes to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department every day, hoping that Lin Zhilan will agree to treat him.

Lin Zijun loves watching the drama unfold every day, treating it as a daily source of amusement. If someone doesn't show up, he'll even go out and look for them.

Ye Congshan, on the other hand, always seemed to want to say something but held back.

He's just a nice guy; when he sees a patient seeking medical help, he always feels it's not good to refuse.

Lin Zhilan found it amusing, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After all, if Ye Congshan didn't have this kind of personality, she might not be as comfortable in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine as she is now.

One morning, as Ye Congshan sighed as he looked outside, Lin Zhilan said to Lin Zijun, "Go out and call the person in."

"Teacher Lin, are you going to treat his illness?"

Lin Zijun's tone still carried a hint of reluctance.

Lin Zhilan laughed and said, "I won't treat you, you will."

"what?"

"what?"

Ye Congshan and Lin Zijun spoke in unison.

Lin Zhilan put down the medicinal herbs, washed her hands, and said, "Didn't you finish memorizing the acupoints? Would you like to learn acupuncture?"

Lin Zijun: "Yes!"

The middle-aged man's name was Hu Tao. He was a local from the island and worked for the supply and marketing cooperative, where he was in charge of purchasing oysters for the oyster sauce factory.

The oyster sauce factory was small in scale, but very profitable; only wealthy families could afford this condiment.

The factory is small in scale but has high profits, so the employees' wages are high. As a result, Hu Tao's income from collecting oysters has long surpassed that of a large number of people on the island.

This is the disease, isn't it? It's so worrying.

In addition to frequent and painful urination, marital life is also not very smooth.

Hu Tao had even been to major hospitals in Guangzhou, receiving IV drips for several days to help him recover for ten to fifteen days before the illness relapsed.

Although he felt embarrassed when Lin Zhilan exposed him in public last time, at least he still had some hope.

Knowing he had offended Dr. Lin last time, he had been regretting it terribly these past few days, and had been going to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department every day.

Hearing Lin Zijun finally relent and let her in, Hu Tao almost burst into tears of joy.

"Dr. Lin, thank you so much. I really know I was wrong last time, and I will never dare to talk nonsense again."

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "Don't thank me. It wasn't me who treated you; it was this young doctor, Dr. Lin, who treated you."

"Him?" Hu Tao glanced at Lin Zijun, pursed his lips, and said, "Can he handle it?"

Lin Zijun was initially unsure of himself, but seeing his attitude, he immediately puffed out his chest and said, "I may not be good at it, but with Teacher Lin's guidance, you can take a look if you want, or leave if you don't."

Hu Tao gritted his teeth, "I'll see! I'll see, okay?"

Lin Zijun told him to go to the examination room, change into loose hospital gowns that exposed all the parts of his body, and then lie down on the hospital bed.

Lin Zhilan asked Lin Zijun to disinfect the silver needles first, while explaining the process to him.

"Prostatitis, also known as 'lin syndrome' in Traditional Chinese Medicine, is mainly treated with acupuncture to unblock the Qi and blood in the lower abdomen and regulate bladder function. Xiaolin, first find the Zhongji acupoint."

"Zhongji acupoint, four inches below the navel..." Lin Zijun recited the formula, pressing his left hand against Hu Tao's lower abdomen. "Found it!"

Lin Zhilan: "Hmm, insert the needle one inch, then slowly rotate it 180 degrees."