Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 68: Treating Your Own Isn’t a Violation

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Treating Your Own Isn’t a Violation

"Taking the money is the right thing to do. If you didn’t, I’d feel awkward accepting the donkeys. Once my leg is healed, I’ll be back to thank you properly."

Su Shuochi said this to the farm manager on purpose.

"Not at all, not at all! It’s our honor that Commander Su has taken an interest in our farm’s young donkeys. I’ll have someone send them to Dashan Village right away."

"Thank you so much. We’ll prepare to head back to Qing City, then. With these five young donkeys, my leg’s recovery is guaranteed."

He told the farm manager that the idea of using young donkey tendons to mend his own was something he had carefully considered.

After his injury, the organization had found numerous famous doctors, none of whom could heal him. Now, his wife was able to.

He couldn’t just go around telling everyone, ’My wife can heal my leg, you know.’

Telling the farm was an indirect way of announcing that his leg was on the mend. The farm manager would surely report it to claim credit.

They would say that a certain someone’s leg was healed using their farm’s donkey tendons, meaning the farm shared in the achievement.

Su Shuochi hadn’t retired yet. When his superior officer heard the news, he would certainly send a renowned doctor to re-examine him.

Then, he would tell everyone that his wife had been the one to heal his leg. She didn’t have a medical license, but treating her own husband wasn’t against the rules.

’In that case, wouldn’t the titans of the medical world, seeing Gu Jiaojiao’s incredible skills, award her a medical license on the spot?’

’When it comes time for the Imperial Capital Medical University entrance exams, might they give her bonus points, or even offer her special admission?’

Su Shuochi had always believed his wife was a fairy from the heavens, unfamiliar with the hardships of mortal studies.

Her bold declaration about wanting to get into Imperial Capital Medical University had him sweating with anxiety on her behalf.

’If she doesn’t get in, will my dear wife burst into tears?’

’Sigh! He could only blame himself for not understanding academics and being unable to tutor her. He was a graduate of a military academy, which was a world away from his wife’s college entrance exams.’

Grandpa Gu and his father-in-law were both professors, but with the entrance exams looming, time was short. And given their poor health, they hadn’t offered to tutor her.

Su Shuochi didn’t know that Grandpa Gu and Mr. Gu were thinking along the same lines. They also wanted to find a shortcut and secure an admission slot for Gu Jiaojiao directly.

"Jiaojiao, the young donkeys have been sent to your father’s friend’s house. Let’s get ready to go."

The moment Su Shuochi saw his wife, all his worries vanished into thin air.

"Okay," Gu Jiaojiao replied cheerfully.

Mr. Gu watched his mischievous daughter but didn’t expose her lie. Mostly, it was because he couldn’t very well announce that he and his daughter had gone treasure hunting on the mountain behind the farm.

Geng Ruixian, however, looked at his friend, puzzled. ’Since when does he have a friend here?’

’We’ve been feeding pigs and shoveling manure day in and day out for years without ever setting foot outside the farm gates!’

Mr. Gu wanted to bring his friend to Qing City for treatment, but since his own family was staying at his son-in-law’s place, he was too embarrassed to bring it up.

In the end, it was Gu Jiaojiao who took the initiative, suggesting that Uncle Geng come with them to Qing City for treatment.

Seeing them worrying about accommodations, Song Zijie immediately mentioned that he had an empty courtyard in Qing City where they could stay.

Now that they had a place to stay, Mr. Gu warmly invited his friend to come along. He wasn’t worried about food; worst-case scenario, he and his friend could set up a stall and sell fried pancakes.

When Geng Ruixian’s father ran into trouble, so had Mr. Gu’s.

His wife, seeing he had fallen on hard times, had insisted on a divorce. Now, her family, the Yue Family, even wanted him dead. It truly wasn’t safe for him to stay here.

Now all alone in the world, Geng Ruixian wanted to use what little time he had left to find the organization and prove he was still alive—that he hadn’t just become a "person not found" in the records.

He knew his current predicament was entirely the work of his in-laws, the Yue Family. Back then, they had kicked him while he was down and turned on him.

They must be afraid he would retaliate against their family if he ever had his status restored.

For the sake of his children, Geng Ruixian actually had no intention of pursuing the matter. But the Yue Family had relentlessly tried to hunt him down and eliminate him.

He had to get justice for this. As long as he was still alive, they shouldn’t blame him for being ruthless.

Thinking of his own children sent a chill through Geng Ruixian’s heart. His two kids had been twelve or thirteen at the time.

Now, they listened to their mother and maternal grandfather, completely ignoring him. Then he looked at his friend’s daughter—a truly sweet and caring girl.

Gu Jiaojiao, of course, had no idea what Geng Ruixian was thinking. Her mind was on how she could split off from the group.

The farm manager gifted their party half a pig. Worried it would spoil in the summer heat, he had thoughtfully cured it with salt before placing it in the trunk of the car.

He also sent them off with many other farm products, stuffing the trunk to the brim. Mr. Gu, Geng Ruixian, and Song Zijie were all in poor health.

A slow drive was better for them, so they left first, with the driver taking his time.

With Su Shuochi by Gu Jiaojiao’s side, Mr. Gu felt at ease, so he happily set off in the Song Family’s car.

Gu Jiaojiao and Su Shuochi took a vehicle from the farm to Gao Xiangming’s house to arrange for the young donkeys’ transportation.

Not long after they left, a group of unexpected visitors arrived at the farm. Among them was Su Shuochi’s superior officer.

Jiang Ruihao was visiting the military regiment in Feng’en County to pick out promising recruits for a mission to the Southern Border next month.

Although going to the front lines was dangerous, it wasn’t a posting you could just ask for. You had to pass a rigorous selection process to even be considered.

Even if a soldier’s Combat Power was up to standard, their family situation was also considered. A soldier’s duty is to the nation first, leaving no room for entanglements of love or family.

They had just selected the top three hundred men, so the regiment commander and his subordinates were accompanying Jiang Ruihao on an inspection of the farm.

They also planned to buy a few pigs to treat the soldiers to a hearty meal as encouragement, and to give the chosen men a chance to say their farewells.

The farm was under the regiment’s jurisdiction, making it a subordinate unit. This had the farm managers practically giddy with excitement.

They eagerly invited their superiors to see the pigs they were raising, with the manager providing a running commentary during the tour.

"Here at our farm, it’s not just the pigs that we raise fat. Our sheep and donkeys are also excellent. Just today, someone from Qing City..."

The manager chattered on and on. Just as Su Shuochi had predicted, the man was indeed trying to take credit in front of his superiors.

"You’re saying Su Shuochi came to your farm?" Jiang Ruihao asked, surprised.

’Didn’t Sheng Liangyuan say Su Shuochi wouldn’t even leave the house? That he had become a complete wreck?’

"That’s right. He was in a wheelchair and came here specifically with his new wife to buy young donkeys. He said their tendons could heal his leg."

The head farm manager answered respectfully. He didn’t call him "Commander Su," however, because Su Shuochi had never mentioned his rank.

The farm managers only knew because they had managed to pry the information out of the Song Family’s driver.

The regiment commander, who didn’t know Su Shuochi, asked, "How can a donkey’s tendons heal a man’s leg? Isn’t that just playing fast and loose?"

"Well, I wouldn’t know about that. He just said his wife’s medical skills are brilliant and that she would definitely be able to heal him."

The head farm manager couldn’t care less whether Su Shuochi’s leg actually healed. He was only concerned with their young donkeys, which was why he was bringing them up to boast of his contribution.

"Is that right? And you just believe him?" the regiment commander demanded, clearly displeased.

"Of course they believe him," Jiang Ruihao interjected. "If Su Shuochi himself said it, how could they not?"

Jiang Ruihao trusted Su Shuochi’s character. After all, he had personally mentored the man. He knew Su Shuochi wasn’t one to spout nonsense.

"Heh heh... I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought it sounded a little far-fetched."

"It’s not far-fetched at all. In fact, it sounds exactly like something he would do."

The regiment commander was speechless. "..."

He desperately wanted to ask, ’How would you know? Are you close with him?’