Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 232 - 178: The Great Tile House

Chapter 232: Chapter 178: The Great Tile House

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Before dawn arrived.

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Seeing Chuxia storming in angrily, Zhou Mikang glanced at her and said, "You got here pretty fast. I was just about to have Hanliang look for you."

"Commander, I’ll get back to work now," Zhou Hanliang said as he rushed out of the office like he was fleeing, with no desire to meddle in the couple’s romantic affairs.

"How could you go back on your word?" Chuxia, furious, picked up a book from the desk and hurled it at Zhou Mikang, "How dare you lie to me, you actually dared to deceive me..."

"Stop making a fuss!" Zhou Mikang caught the book and frowned at her, "Accusing people indiscriminately without knowing the facts, is that your habit?"

"How am I accusing indiscriminately? The name of the assistant has already been announced. Where did I wrong you? Yesterday you clearly promised me, how can you be like this..." Chuxia, holding back a bellyful of grievances, began to cry uncontrollably as she spoke.

Seeing the little figure across from him crying her eyes out, Zhou Mikang felt helpless, "What I said was that in three days, you could visit our father openly and aboveboard, right?"

Chuxia sniffled, "Isn’t that the same thing?" She didn’t dare voice her suspicions, fearful they might come true immediately.

"How is that the same? Besides, what I asked at the time was whether you really wanted to be a doctor so badly, right?"

Chuxia nodded, "Right, you even suggested I go to medical school. You clearly agreed to let me become a doctor. How can you just turn your back on that?"

"Without Doctor Jing, you can’t be a doctor anymore?"

"You..." Chuxia’s face flushed red with anger, "If there’s someone better than him willing to take me on as an apprentice, of course, I have no objections."

"Isn’t that settled then?" Zhou Mikang spread his hands, "What’s wrong with your brain? Can’t it take a turn? Didn’t you see what it meant when Doctor Jing’s mom dragged him to my house while we were discussing marriage matters? And you know what the relationship is between his mom and mine. If you became Doctor Jing’s apprentice, wouldn’t you be doing it just to infuriate my mother?"

Chuxia guiltily shrank her neck and kept silent. She couldn’t very well say in front of Zhou Mikang that the squabbling between his mother and Doctor Jing’s mother was too petty and she couldn’t be bothered with it.

"When have I ever failed to keep a promise I made to you?" Zhou Mikang scoffed coldly, "Are you doubting that I kicked you out of the medical team?"

"I didn’t say that."

"One look at you and I know, that’s exactly what you’re thinking."

"Is it wrong for me to think that? You didn’t clarify things with me..." Chuxia, feeling wronged, quickly changed the subject, "Which teacher have you arranged for me? Are they better than a doctor or worse than Doctor Jing? Male or female? How old are they? Are they easy to get along with? Do they genuinely want to teach me?"

Zhou Mikang frowned at her, "Apologize to me first!"

"I’m sorry." In such a situation, Chuxia was definitely not stubborn. She not only apologized but also paired it with an overly sweet smile.

Zhou Mikang kept a stern face, "Remember, you’re not allowed to smile at others like that in the future, especially men."

"Yes." Chuxia quickly hid her smile and muttered to herself, Arrogant man, petty!

"The one taking you on is the chief physician of Ward 401, Song Xiaoyu, who is 48 years old, with a rank higher than Doctor Jing and medical skills no worse than his. The personality is a bit serious, but she’s a good person. A friend of our mother, so rest easy with her. She will teach you wholeheartedly and won’t be any less committed than Doctor Jing." The Division Commander Tongzi indeed answered Chuxia’s census-like question in detail.

Aged 48? A bit serious? And a friend of the future mother-in-law? Chuxia’s face turned sour. 48 meant nearing menopause, a bit serious meant not very easy to get along with, a friend of the future mother-in-law meant she would be extra strict with her...

Okay, it wasn’t that she was deliberately picky; she was genuinely afraid of interacting with women of that age. Her former piano teacher was that age. Her former class teacher was that age. Her real mother was that age... without exception, they all made her life miserable...

But right now, she really had no choice. If she dared to voice any objection, Division Commander Tongzi would probably... oh no, he would definitely think she just wanted to learn medicine with Doctor Jing...

"Alright, I got it." Someone replied listlessly.

Zhou Mikang’s mouth twitched involuntarily. What kind of attitude was that? He had gone to great lengths to get Auntie Song to agree to teach her, yet she seemed so reluctant! "You listen to me; Doctor Song is much more famous than Doctor Jing. Don’t be ungrateful!"

"I’m not ungrateful..." Chuxia muttered quietly, then quickly stood up straight, "Rest assured, I will respect Physician Song as much as I respect your mother."

"And who is my mother?"

"Lin Yanqiu."

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Zhou Mikang: "..." Is this what he asked? Was she trying to piss him off on purpose?

Looking at the Battalion Commander’s face, constipated like Tongzi’s, Chuxia finally realized where she had gone wrong and quickly corrected herself: "It’s my mom too."

"If you hadn’t met me, you’d be counting money even after being sold!" Zhou Mikang said, rubbing his forehead with dismay, "Alright, go back to class now. Your transfer order will be issued tomorrow. After your dad’s discharged, you can intern with Physician Song. But don’t just play around at the hospital these days; read more books. Doctor Song is a strict teacher, and if you don’t perform well, she might send you back anytime. And don’t you dare cry out of embarrassment then."

"Yes!" Chuxia cheerfully replied and ran outside. The moment she pulled the door open, she was so startled she took a step back, "Division Commander, Political Commissar, you..."

"Heh heh..." Xu Zhenghong chuckled awkwardly, "Chuxia, you’re here too? I was just passing by and wanted to have a word with Hanliang, heh heh..."

"Uncle, please come in if you want to talk." Zhou Mikang said expressionlessly as he came to meet them, grabbing Xu Zhenghong and Zhou Hanliang by the arm, "Don’t be shy, come on in..."

In front of Chuxia, neither of the men felt willing in their hearts, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to physically struggle free, so they allowed themselves to be dragged inside by Zhou Mikang reluctantly.

"Xiaomi... heh heh..." Xu Zhenghong tried to laugh it off, not knowing how to explain himself, since it was indeed inappropriate for an elder to be peeping on the younger ones.

"Division Commander, with my father-in-law hospitalized, I need to keep a closer watch over him in the coming days. I’ll have to trouble you with more concerns regarding training," Zhou Mikang said as he placed a stack of files into Xu Zhenghong’s arms, then turned to Zhou Hanliang, "Report any issues directly to the Division Commander for the next few days; I won’t be coming over."

Having said that, he didn’t wait for them to react, picked up his car keys, casually waved them at the two men, and turned to leave the office, leaving behind only a swinging pair of doors...

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The next day, the notice officially appointing Wu Jingbo as Jing Zhe’s assistant was issued, along with another announcement: Lin Chuxia had become Physician Song Xiaoyu’s assistant at Hospital 401. After her medical team training concluded, she would follow Doctor Song for systematic learning.

This announcement caused quite a stir, especially after the local students mentioned Song Xiaoyu’s status in the area, which made it even more sensational!

For a while, everyone was even hoping that their family members would get sick and be admitted to 401, so they could have such a good opportunity themselves—they assumed, by their own reasoning, that Chuxia’s chance came because her father fell ill.

Lin Baohe recovered very well and was discharged five days later. Considering his health, Zhou Mikang decided to personally drive them back to their hometown.

Chuxia naturally wanted to go too, but since she wanted to continue working, she could not act as whimsically as Battalion Commander Tongzi, who had the Division Commander to stand in for him. Who would stand in for her?

Fortunately, although Physician Song Xiaoyu was going through menopause and was a serious person, she was not unreasonable. She wasn’t particularly warm towards Chuxia, but she wasn’t too cold either. Chuxia’s current task was to simply follow her around and observe how she treated patients.

Song Xiaoyu also had another intern named Wang Jing, a medical school graduate who obviously didn’t take kindly to Chuxia, the country bumpkin; she essentially ignored her.

Chuxia didn’t mind—respect is earned. She believed that one day, they would respect her just as they respect a doctor.

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Dalin Village.

Right behind Luo Gangshun and Fat Auntie’s house, in the open space, the foundations for five houses had been laid strongly, and the red walls were half-constructed. Every day, a crowd came to gawk.

No one in the village had built a house with red bricks and large tiles yet! This was a unique case, and everyone was guessing who the owner of the house was.

Unfortunately, when asked several times, the builders claimed they did not know, as they were commissioned to work and their only concern was the construction, not who owned the house.

Some asked the new house’s neighbor, the current secretary of the Dalin Village Committee, Luo Gangshun, "Secretary, do you really not know who the homeowner is?"

Luo Gangshun shook his head: "No idea. Although I approved the foundation, it was mandated by higher authorities, and I’ve asked about who would live there after it’s built, but they didn’t tell me."

Fat Auntie sighed wistfully, "I wish our house could be changed into such a magnificent tiled house, look how grand it is, and how spacious to live in!"

Someone jokingly said: "Fat Auntie, why the rush? Your son and daughter have joined the army, and if they make it big, they’ll take you to live in the city high-rises. Who would then care for this tiled house?"

"What’s so good about high-rises?" Fat Auntie frowned, "If they lock us in there, won’t it be just like being in prison? If they truly succeed and can build us a house like this, I’ll be satisfied with my life!" Having said that, she returned to her house somewhat disinterestedly. With Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan not in the village, she always felt as if half the village was missing, unable to muster much energy.

If only she had known, she would have followed them and could have seen her children. Alas, she wondered how they were doing over there, if they missed home, if they missed their parents...

"Fat Auntie, you’ve got visitors!"

Hearing someone calling from outside, Fat Auntie greeted them and saw her future in-laws Zhao Yushan and Li Aiyuan arriving, quickly putting on a smile: "You finally came. I heard Baohe was sick; what happened? The messenger didn’t make it clear, and I thought about asking, but I felt it wasn’t my place to ask."

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