The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 227 - 191

"If you keep looking at me like that, be careful, I might smack you," Mo Junhua’s gaze was intense and unmasked. Lan Tian felt uneasy, raised his hand, and rolled his eyes at him, "How long do you plan to lie there? Get up and move around."

"Are mom and dad doing well?" Mo Junhua quickly got out from under the covers, his movements agile and swift, not at all like someone who had been bedridden for a long time. Lan Tian was slightly taken aback but then realized, this man must have been secretly keeping up his exercises.

"Last winter, I went back to see them. Mom and dad are very healthy. They asked about you, and I said I didn’t know, just told them that there were rules in the military, and you were on a mission and couldn’t come home for New Year’s. They’re fine, probably just getting old and missing you a lot. Maybe this time, if we could take some time to go back and see them, it would ease their minds."

Wang Guiyu and her husband can’t stop talking about Mo Junhua. Ever since their son joined the army, they’ve seen him only on rare occasions every few years. Lan Tian guessed that Mo Junhua must have earned some leave after a significant achievement.

"Once the military matters are handled, we’ll go home together." And perhaps deepen our relationship, see if we can break through the final barrier.

Mo Junhua planned well, but Lan Tian didn’t agree with his plan.

"I have things to attend to, I can’t go back with you. You go back by yourself." Lan Tian didn’t agree to go with Mo Junhua and didn’t say what she was busy with.

Hearing this, Mo Junhua’s eyes dimmed and he looked at her without a word. Lan Tian didn’t notice his change of mood and continued, "Chunhua... What do you plan to do?"

Chunhua?

Mo Junhua was confused and reflexively asked, "What plan? What’s wrong with Chunhua? She seems fine to me!"

Lan Tian gave him a sideways glance. Men are so careless, she said frustratedly, "Fine? I’m twenty years old, been married to you for five years, Chunhua is two years older than me, she’s twenty-two this year. Do you think it’s normal that a twenty-two-year-old girl doesn’t even have a boyfriend? Girls in the city usually get married around their twenties, and she is still single. Haven’t you thought about why?"

Mo Junhua was taken aback. "Chunhua is that old already! I always thought she was still little, that thin little girl."

After practicing a set of military boxing and taking a combat bath, Mo Junhua lay back down on the bed. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw him active before he was supposed to be. The girl became lively as soon as she visited, and anyone could tell there was something fishy if you said otherwise.

Lan Tian didn’t bother with his sentimentality. She sat closer and tugged on his sleeve, her eyes sparkling, "Hey, aren’t there many soldiers in your troop without partners? Look, why not introduce one to Chunhua. The standards aren’t high; a company commander, battalion commander would do. Our Chunhua is beautiful, educated, and a nurse. She’s more than a match for a company or battalion commander, don’t you think?"

Mo Junhua nodded, this was doable—he indeed had many soldiers under him without partners.

Ding Lei, Jiang Xiaoshan, Su Qing, Zhang Tian, Li Hong, Sun Qing, Sun Yan, Zhao Li, and so on. Ding Lei had a partner so he was out; Su Qing was a playboy, exclude him; Zhang Tian, just like Ding Lei, both were schemers, Chunhua was simple and honest, there wouldn’t be much to talk about between them, those days would be unbearable, only Li Hong, Sun Qing, Sun Yan, and Zhao Li were left.

Mo Junhua thought, why not let Chunhua check them out first, test if they click, talk about marriage if they get along, no

big deal if she doesn’t like them. If his battalion doesn’t have the right person, other battalions are full of soldiers, one after another, always possible to find a good match.

The two chatted casually and time flew. Before they knew it, it was already noon.

"Lan Tian, you’re here, when did you arrive? No one told me." Chunhua returned from the mess hall with food and was delighted to see Lan Tian in the ward.

"You’re so busy, constantly on your feet, didn’t want to disturb you!" Lan Tian joked with a laugh, "You’re impressive, Chunhua! Haven’t seen you in a few days and you’re thriving so well, even the Military District Hospital knows about your good medical skills."

Chunhua playfully glared at Lan Tian, "How much full I am, you know better. I’m just good with nursing, glad I didn’t let master down. Enough about me, how did your exams go?"

"Just so-so! We’ll know when the results are out." Lan Tian eyed her, "How do you feel about it here compared to the Second Hospital?"

Chunhua thought for a moment before answering, "Both have their strengths. I didn’t know you were here, I didn’t get you a meal. You and elder brother go ahead and eat, and I’ll go get another."

Two lunch boxes, she opened one and gave it to Mo Junhua, the other for Lan Tian. The hospital had been busy these days, suddenly having many injured soldiers, doctors and nurses were scrambling around, sometimes so busy they couldn’t attend to her elder brother.

Now that Lan Tian was here, it solved that problem. She could take care of the things on her part well, her brother had someone to look after him, and the couple hasn’t seen each other in a long time; giving them space to talk would definitely make him happy.

"I just had some buns and I’m not hungry, you two eat." Mo Junhua said, not taking the lunch box from Chunhua.

Lan Tian was preparing for Foundation Establishment, also abstaining from mundane food to avoid accumulating impurities in the body, which would be troublesome to clean with Spiritual Energy later.

"No need, I’ll eat a peach." Lan Tian, aware of Chunhua’s intentions, pulled out a large red peach from her bag and shook it, "These days I’ve been practicing and not eating, you two go ahead, the food won’t taste good cold."

Lan Tian bit into the peach while Mo Junhua glanced at the peach in her hand and silently began eating from the lunch box. Chunhua’s nerves were as thick as buckets, glancing at the peach in Lan Tian’s hand, wondering if a peach could fill her up.

Seeing Chunhua holding the lunch box with a conflicted face made Mo Junhua chuckle and say, "Go ahead and eat!"

He knew the intentions of the young woman; these things couldn’t be rushed.

Chunhua rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, thinking that his easy-going nature was probably why, despite being married for a few years, their relationship remained lukewarm, which was infuriating.