Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 221 - 170 Good Son-in-law

Chapter 221: Chapter 170 Good Son-in-law

The first watch of the night had passed.

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With Zhang Erniu’s arrival, the third shift was back to ten people. Everyone was highly curious about who this Cheng Yaojin, who appeared out of nowhere, could be. Unfortunately, Qiao Ningyi did not want to talk about it, so they could only drift off to sleep with their curiosity unsatisfied.

Chuxia fell asleep with worries on her mind. Right now, she had no interest in finding out who had sent Zhang Erniu to the third shift. All she worried about was whether her mother had a place to sleep...

At that moment, team leader Tongzi was sitting by Lin Baohe’s bedside. As for Zhao Yulan, Tongzi had insisted that she sleep in Jing Zhe’s resting room.

How could Zhao Yulan possibly sleep? But faced with her future son-in-law’s uncompromising nature, how could she win against him? With no other choice, she tossed and turned restlessly on the small bed in Jing Zhe’s resting room.

On the other side, Lin Baohe was also extremely uncomfortable. Although he could speak quite assertively when it came to fighting for his daughter’s rights, the fact remained that Jing Zhe was his son-in-law. They weren’t very close, and having Jing Zhe stay with him overnight was more than he could bear.

Moreover, he hadn’t had surgery yet and didn’t need an IV at night, so there was really no need for someone to stay with him, right? Helplessly, he had given several implicit and explicit hints, but his son-in-law still sat there, immovable. This left him both happy and anxious.

Why was his son-in-law staying there? Of course, it was because of his daughter! While the thought of his daughter being cherished and pampered by another man made him feel a bit sour about losing her, compared to her happiness, what was his little bit of sourness worth?

Stealing glances at the steadfast figure sitting at the head of the bed, Lin Baohe closed his eyes in contentment, his thoughts wandering far... Since his son-in-law cared so much about his daughter, what was the issue with the bride price all about?

Several times, Lin Baohe even wanted to ask, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back down. If he outright asked, what if he was misunderstood as being greedy for the Zhou family’s money? Forget it, time would explain everything. He decided not to make wild guesses anymore.

This was the second time Zhou Mikang had stayed overnight. Knowing that Chuxia was worried about her mother having nowhere to rest at night, he had forced himself to stay—even though he knew full well that Lin Baohe didn’t need anyone to keep him company. Only by doing this could he reassure Zhao Yulan to rest peacefully (Team leader Tongzi, are you sure?).

In the room with four patients, two had just undergone surgery and needed IV drips throughout the night. However, to avoid disturbing the others, only the small lamps by their beds were lit. When nurses came in, they were also treading lightly.

In this manner, the night seemed unusually quiet.

Zhou Mikang sat there quietly, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the nurses’ station outside the door, his heart far from as calm as his demeanor suggested.

The last time he had stayed with someone overnight, the person lying in the bed was Ye Meiru.

That was abroad.

Busy with his studies, he had failed to notice anything amiss with her, until one day, when he came home from class to find her collapsed in agony in the living room, with a pool of congealed blood beneath her.

When she saw him, a look of hope ignited in her eyes.

"Brother, save me."

She always called him brother.

Thinking she had contracted a serious illness, he was terrified and picked her up to run outside, forgetting they had a phone in the room to call an ambulance directly.

She had had a miscarriage.

Although they lived together, they had always kept their boundaries, until one month before the incident when they had both drunk too much. When he awoke, he found himself entwined with her, both of them naked.

Thus, he had no doubt about the origin of the child.

He took care of her with all his heart, wracked with guilt, believing that his negligence had caused her harm. He even swore to himself while sitting by her bedside that he would work hard to give her the life she wanted.

Before being discharged, he went to the chief physician to ask about any precautions to take once they returned home.

The chief physician, a woman in her forties, looked at him with displeasure: "Do you know how much damage the miscarriage of a nearly four-month-old fetus can do to a woman? Even if you can have intercourse after three months, do you think you can be reckless?"

He was left dumbfounded by the chief physician’s accusation, thinking she had mistaken him for someone else, so he gave her the bed number. However, she replied angrily, "No mistake, I’m talking about you. Don’t you know why she miscarried? You’re playing dumb with me, thinking we doctors are fools..."

After that, he felt utterly foolish from the scolding he received from the chief physician...

On the day of admission, his mind was in such disarray that he hadn’t clearly heard what the doctor had said, only knowing to sign where he was told. Over the following days, the doctor merely checked in to observe her recovery and never mentioned specifics about her condition. He had always just assumed that the baby was only a month old when the miscarriage happened...