Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Shen Qiubai's eyes lit up, and he nodded and said, "I feel much better now, and I can sleep well at night."

His lungs were severely damaged and he often felt dull pain. It was even worse at night, when he would always wake up from coughing. He slept intermittently all night and couldn't sleep well.

After taking the pills, he now sleeps much better and his migraines have been alleviated.

Since he was injured, Shen Qiubai appeared calm on the surface, but he was not at peace at all in his heart. He was in pain and despair. Sometimes he would rather sacrifice himself on the battlefield than become a weakling who was out of breath after running a few steps.

Now his body is expected to recover. Even though he doesn't show his emotions easily, it is difficult for him to control his joy. As long as his body can recover, he can return to the army and do what he is familiar with and loves.

Being a factory manager was not difficult for him, but it was not something he liked and he wanted to go back to the army.

"Let me check your pulse!"

Xia Qingqing stretched out her hand and pressed it on Shen Qiubai's wrist. Her slender fingers were a little cold, and the touch between their skin was suddenly magnified a lot.

A hint of red appeared on Shen Qiubai's ears, but he remained calm on the surface. He rolled up his sleeves again and tried hard to control his heartbeat.

"Change your hand!"

Xia Qingqing's skill in taking pulses was not very good, so she had to listen slowly, and she would subconsciously move closer. She was concentrating on taking the pulse, but Shen Qiubai became more and more agitated.

His skin nerves seemed to be a hundred times more sensitive than usual, and every slightest feeling was amplified and clearly presented in his sensory cells.

Shen Qiubai used a lot of effort to barely maintain his composure, but his ears had turned red as the sunset glow and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Moreover, Xia Qingqing was so close to him that the faint fragrance penetrated his nostrils, making him dizzy and unable to stay awake.

"Why is your pulse so fast?"

Xia Qingqing frowned. It was too fast. Was there something wrong with her heart?

But she waited for a long time but received no answer. She looked up and saw Shen Qiubai in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is your heart okay?"

Xia Qingqing leaned close to his ear and raised her voice, making his eardrums buzz.

"fine."

Shen Qiubai finally came to his senses, his face burning hot. He avoided Xia Qingqing's teasing eyes guiltily, his heart beating like thunder.

"Is it really okay?"

Xia Qingqing's eyes were teasing. She could hear her heart beating hard, but she still said it was okay.

Shen Qiubai's face turned even redder. He heard Xia Qingqing's crisp laughter and looked at her helplessly.

"The pulse is much better. Remember to take the medicine on time!"

Xia Qingqing joked and withdrew her hand.

Shen Qiubai felt the faint fragrance in his nose disappear, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"it is good."

Shen Qiubai nodded. He didn't say any more polite words, but asked: "Do you want to go to work?"

"What class?"

Xia Qingqing asked casually.

"The factory is looking for two clerks. If you want to work, I can arrange it."

"Forget it. I can't stand the nine-to-five job. I plan to open a clothing store and be self-employed. I'll talk about it later."

Xia Qingqing refused. An office job in a state-owned factory was definitely a golden rice bowl in the eyes of others, but she was not interested.

After she was released from prison in her previous life, she learned a lot of things. For example, several jobs that were once called golden rice bowls, such as restaurant waiter, department store salesperson, driver, and formal worker in a state-owned factory, all became useless in the future, and she might even be laid off.

On the contrary, the self-employed people who were looked down upon in the early days have made a lot of money and become the first group of people to become rich.

Xia Qingqing made a plan for herself: revenge - inherit the estate - open a shop - save her sisters from suffering - go to college.

Although she is twenty years old, she still wants to go to college. If she fails to get admitted, she will go to the Open University to fulfill her college dream.

"Do you have the capital to open a store?" Shen Qiubai didn't mention work again.

He also knew about the future development trends from his dream. Although the gear hobbing machine factory is a stable unit now, in a few years, it will encounter the changes that most state-owned enterprises have experienced. The state-owned system will be transformed into a joint-stock system, and the regular workers in the state-owned factories will become contract workers. They will no longer be the popular stable jobs.

Since Xia Qingqing wants to open a store, he will definitely support her.

"Yes, I got some money from Yang Guozhu."

Xia Qingqing smiled slyly, without hiding anything.

Shen Qiubai also smiled and was very pleased. Xia Qingqing in this life was more lively and energetic than the girl in his dream.

"If you don't have enough money, I have it." Shen Qiubai said with a smile.

"Row!"

Xia Qingqing was not polite. She knew that Shen Qiubai was not short of money. In his previous life, the capital that Shen Qiubai used to start the factory was all his own money, without a single borrowed money.

Shen Qiubai received a bonus for completing the mission. The money was not small, but the bulk of it was given by a childhood friend of his.

The childhood friend is called Chen Yingjun. He is a good friend of Shen Qiubai who grew up in the same compound. They have been friends since they were young. Chen Yingjun has a good business sense and went into business early on. Now he is the boss of a trading company, making a lot of money every day.

Chen Yingjun's best friend is Shen Qiubai. When he started the company, all his relatives and friends opposed it. Only Shen Qiubai took out all his savings to support it. Chen Yingjun counted all the money as shares and paid dividends to Shen Qiubai every year, which were regularly deposited into his passbook. The accumulated amount was a considerable sum.

However, the good friend Chen Yingjun did not have a good ending. During a dinner party, a conflict somehow arose and he was stabbed and died when he was sent to the hospital.

Several of Shen Qiubai's good brothers had bad lives in their previous lives. Some died, some were disabled, as if they were cursed.

Although Xia Qingqing was not familiar with these people, she also wanted to help them to see if she could prevent their fate so that Shen Qiubai would not become more and more lonely and unhappy.

"Drink some water!"

Xia Qingqing poured a glass of water, put it in Shen Qiubai's hand, and stared at him drinking.

"I'm not thirsty."

Shen Qiubai didn't want to drink. He usually drank water only when he was thirsty.

"You should drink more water, it's good for your health!"

Xia Qingqing frowned. Shen Qiubai had a bad habit. He didn't like drinking water. He was really ignorant.

"I know what's going on. It's really okay."

Shen Qiubai still didn't want to drink. He only needed to drink some necessary water every day. There was no need to drink too much.

"I'm surprised you're okay, your lips are all chapped, let me feed you!"

Xia Qingqing became anxious, picked up the cup of water and walked over, holding Shen Qiubai's hand with one hand, and feeding him water with the other hand. Shen Qiubai subconsciously wanted to stop her, raised his hand to block it, and the cup tilted, and the water poured out.

It fell right on my crotch, wetting a large area.

"Brother, do you want some orange juice? Hey, brother, did you pee your pants?"

Shi Tieniu pushed the door open and his eagle eyes happened to see the large wet area and blurted out.