Fang Pingying heard his tone suggesting that he would stay with her these days, which would definitely interfere with his work. So, she hurried him, "Don’t, go back this afternoon. Hong Lan brings me food every day, I can manage on my own. You can’t leave for several days, especially with the year-end approaching and your military duties piling up." "I can arrange that." The year-end did indeed bring more responsibilities in the military. Luo Zhiyong thought for a moment, "These days, I’ll go back in the mornings and come here in the afternoons to stay with you at night." "Zhiyong, I’m not at the stage where I need constant care, I can take care of myself." Knowing that wouldn’t set his mind at ease, Fang Pingying suggested, "If you’re really worried, just come over every other day to check on me, and pick me up when I’m discharged." "Don’t say more." Seeing her talk so much, Luo Zhiyong sternly reprimanded, "I made the mistake of trusting you previously when you said you could handle yourself in the shop, and look what happened." Fang Pingying fell silent upon his words. She knew his temper, he rarely made decisions without considering her feelings, but once decided, it was final. Luo Zhiyong went back to the military base that afternoon to take care of some matters and spoke with Qiu Lian who happily agreed to help out in the shop the next day. At night, Luo Zhiyong stayed by her bedside in the hospital. Due to the small size of the hospital bed, it couldn’t fit two people, but the hospital accommodated the family members who stayed overnight, renting out bamboo folding beds and providing blankets among other things. Luo Zhiyong rented a set and set up a small bed next to Fang Pingying’s. Moreover, Luo Zhiyong wasn’t the only one. There were also two other pregnant women’s husbands staying by their side. Perhaps she had slept too much during the day, Fang Pingying suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Under the dim light of the hospital room, she watched Luo Zhiyong sleeping beside her. The rented bamboo folding bed was too small and given Luo Zhiyong’s tall stature, he was almost curled up on it. If he fully stretched out, his legs would protrude. Seeing him frown slightly in discomfort, Fang Pingying touched his hair, filled with gratitude. She felt fortunate to have been reborn, given another chance at life without regrets. In this life, for this man, no matter the difficulties, she was willing. On the third afternoon of Fang Pingying’s hospitalization, Luo Zhiyong, having returned to the military in the morning and knowing everything was fine, rushed over again in the afternoon. In fact, he had taken leave from the military these past days, but still couldn’t keep his mind off work, returning daily. Seeing him come from the military with his hands red from the cold, she handed him a thermos from a cup, looking at him sympathetically, "I think in the future, even if we buy a house here in the county, you shouldn’t come every day. Look at you, freezing . Riding a bicycle in this harsh winter isn’t doing you any good," "It’s alright, not cold." Luo Zhiyong warmed his hands and tucked them into the blanket, massaging Fang Pingying’s slightly swollen hand from the recent IV infusions, comforting her, "The winter lasts only a couple of months. After the festival, the weather will warm up, and besides, the little one you’re carrying in your belly is surely harder on you than my hardship." As he spoke, Luo Zhiyong gently rubbed Fang Pingying’s abdomen. Fang Pingying was actually only barely over a month pregnant, barely showing a belly, and he was rubbing her flesh as she couldn’t help but laugh, "Hehe, stop..." Before Fang Pingying could finish speaking with a laugh, she suddenly noticed Bai Jing standing at the doorway. It seemed she had been standing there for a while, yet she hadn’t made a sound, just staring straight at the couple. But the look in Bai Jing’s eyes as she stared at them was complicated, filled with jealousy, envy, and seemingly mixed with some resentment, and when Fang Pingying turned to look at her, she didn’t hide it at all. But when Luo Zhiyong noticed something off in Fang Pingying’s expression and turned around, Bai Jing’s expression immediately softened. Holding two cans in her hand, she walked in with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of playful complaint, "Zhiyong, look at you, Sister Fang has come to stay in this hospital, how could you not come to say hello to me." In fact, Luo Zhiyong had not remembered that Bai Jing was at this hospital before, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have looked for her since she isn’t a doctor in this department, and he didn’t feel they were that close anyway. Seeing Bai Jing’s tone being quite affectionate, he couldn’t say much, so he politely stood up and said, "I was worried you’d be too busy and I would disturb you." "What are you talking about, how busy can a nurse be?" Bai Jing seemed dissatisfied with Luo Zhiyong being so distant, her lips slightly pouting before she continued smiling, "Next time you come, remember to say hello to me." Luo Zhiyong gave an embarrassed smile, not knowing how to respond to that. Who looks forward to visiting the hospital again? But it was kind of her to offer, so he couldn’t just refuse outright. Luo Zhiyong wasn’t sure how to respond, but Fang Pingying didn’t care so much. Although Bai Jing seemed to have come to visit her as a patient, carrying things, as soon as she entered the room, she didn’t look at her once and just kept talking to Luo Zhiyong. And her tone was sometimes coquettish, sometimes complaining; Luo Zhiyong might not notice, but she wasn’t foolish. So, she took over from where Bai Jing left off, with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Doctor Bai really loves to joke, I’d rather not come to this hospital, there won’t be a next time—it should be said there won’t be another visit." "Look at Sister Fang, still stuck in her rural ways, still caring about superstitions," Bai Jing looked at Fang Pingying and smiled faintly, "Being pregnant, even if it’s just for a check-up occasionally, you’ll need to come to the hospital. I didn’t say anything wrong." Bai Jing’s words were actually a veiled mockery of Fang Pingying being from the countryside, uneducated, and believing in superstitions. Not only was Fang Pingying unhappy this time, but even Luo Zhiyong was displeased. No matter who it was, he wouldn’t let someone disrespect his wife right in front of him. He glanced at Bai Jing, and for the first time felt that she wasn’t as easy-going as she seemed usually; he said faintly, "My wife is right, nobody looks forward to coming to the hospital, even check-ups don’t require your trouble." "I might not be present personally, but I can find someone for you," Bai Jing, catching the displeasure in Luo Zhiyong’s words, quickly thought of compensating, "What I mean is, my aunt is a gynecologist here. If I give her a heads-up, it would definitely be better than you finding a doctor on your own." Fang Pingying smiled at Luo Zhiyong, very pleased that he still knew to uphold her dignity, especially in front of Bai Jing. First, she gave Luo Zhiyong a sweet smile, then her gaze turned cold when she looked back at Bai Jing, "Then I must thank Doctor Bai in advance, but I already know your aunt; it was her who suggested I be hospitalized here." (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)