After glancing at it for a few seconds, Peng Wenjing turned and left with the certificate in hand.
She hadn’t gone far when she heard someone calling her name.
“Comrade Wenjing.”
Peng Wenjing looked up and saw a tall, straight-backed soldier with sharp, clear eyes waving at her ahead.
Recognizing him, she pursed her lips, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, her eyes tinged with a hint of shyness.
“What are you doing here?” Peng Wenjing quickened her pace toward him.
The soldier was the man she had been introduced to earlier, and now the two were officially in a relationship.
“Today is the day Comrade Wenjing obtained her medical license. Of course, I had to come and congratulate you,” Wen Zhibing said, his gaze filled with pure warmth as he looked at Peng Wenjing.
She glanced at him and teased, “How did you know I’d definitely get my license?”
“Of course you will. Wenjing, you’re so smart and truly passionate about being a doctor. I knew you could do it, and your efforts wouldn’t be in vain.”
Peng Wenjing laughed.
“Wenjing, I saw this hairpin at the supply and marketing cooperative. I thought it would look beautiful on you.”
As he spoke, Wen Zhibing pulled out a hairpin from his chest—she hadn’t even noticed when he’d taken it out—and handed it to her.
The hairpin sparkled under the sunlight, much like the young soldier’s affection—intense and radiant.
“Then put it on for me,” Peng Wenjing said.
Wen Zhibing froze for a second before breaking into a delighted grin. Fumbling a little but handling it with care, he pinned the hairpin into her hair.
“How does it look?”
“You look beautiful! So beautiful!” Wen Zhibing hurriedly replied.
Peng Wenjing chuckled. This silly man—she had asked about the hairpin, but he’d said *she* looked beautiful.
Still, her heart felt warm.
“Wenjing, to celebrate you getting your medical license, how about we go to the state-run restaurant for a meal? My treat,” Wen Zhibing invited eagerly.
Peng Wenjing didn’t feign modesty. “Alright, let’s go.”
Overjoyed, Wen Zhibing immediately said, “Great! I’ll go get my bicycle and take you there.”
He turned to leave but was stopped by Peng Wenjing.
“What’s the rush? I’ll go with you.”
“Okay, let’s go together.”
When Gu Jianing stepped outside, she saw Peng Wenjing walking away with a soldier, their closeness suggesting intimacy.
She suddenly remembered Zhang Shuwan’s gossip—Peng Wenjing had been introduced to an officer, and the two had hit it off, already in a relationship.
During the training course, Gu Jianing had occasionally noticed Peng Wenjing, but the latter hadn’t caused any trouble.
Moreover, the Malice Detector had never gone off around her.
Gu Jianing figured Peng Wenjing must have long given up on Sheng Zexi. Now that she had met a good man and started a new relationship, Gu Jianing wished her well.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before they heard good news about the couple.
And indeed, that was the case. The very next day, rumors spread through the military compound that Peng Wenjing and the officer, Wen Zhibing, were getting engaged.
As for Gu Jianing, she sat wrapped in a military coat on the heated brick bed, quietly watching the torrential rain outside.
She had obtained her medical license and submitted her application to work at the military hospital. They had agreed, but they hadn’t yet assigned her to a specific department.
She would have to wait a couple more days.
Gu Jianing rarely had a day off from the training class, and with the heavy rain outside, she decided to stay home and rest during her pregnancy.
This was the first time she had seen such heavy rain since arriving at the Northwest Military District.
Before this, she had mostly seen heavy snowfall.
Though spring had arrived, reducing the frequency of snow, the weather remained cold. Now, with the rain adding a damp chill, the air felt even more biting.
Watching the raindrops cascade like broken beads from the eaves, Gu Jianing counted the days—Sheng Zexi had been away on a mission for 35 days now, and he still hadn’t returned.
*”When are you coming back?”* she murmured to herself, finally admitting how much she missed him—so much it ached.
Listening to the rhythmic patter of the rain, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
Although she had taken the *Pregnancy Holy Body Pills* and avoided symptoms like morning sickness or leg cramps, the drowsiness of pregnancy still lingered.
No matter how much she slept at night, she often found herself dozing off during the day.
Perhaps it was the soothing rain or the warmth of the heated brick bed, but Gu Jianing slept deeply. When she woke again, the sky had darkened, yet the rain continued without pause.
Soon, she heard Zhang Shuwan calling from next door, inviting her over for dinner.
…
Perhaps because it hadn’t rained in so long, now that it had started, it seemed determined to make up for lost time.
For three straight days, the rain persisted—sometimes a downpour, sometimes a drizzle—but never fully stopping.
Holding an umbrella, Gu Jianing walked toward the military hospital. Her department assignment had finally been decided.
She had initially assumed she would be placed in surgery or obstetrics, but to her surprise, she was assigned to the **Traditional Medicine Department**.
And honestly? She was fine with it.
Given her pregnancy, the demanding schedules of surgery or delivering babies in obstetrics wouldn’t have been as manageable as the more relaxed pace of traditional medicine.
Moreover, Director Shu had told her that, considering her condition, she only needed to work **three days a week**.
For someone like Gu Jianing—who wanted to treat patients, earn points, *and* take it easy—this arrangement was perfect.
At the time, she had thanked Director Shu profusely.
But she hadn’t noticed the hesitation in his expression.
Watching her cheerful reaction, Director Shu sighed inwardly. *It wasn’t that the surgery or obstetrics departments didn’t want her—they had fought tooth and nail for her.*
The surgeons and obstetricians had been eagerly waiting for Gu Jianing to obtain her medical license so they could snatch her up for their departments.
But just as the two departments were locked in fierce competition, they were informed that Gu Jianing had been assigned to **Traditional Medicine**.
And not just by anyone—it was **Director Chen himself** who had personally requested her.
If it had been any other department, surgery and obstetrics might have put up a fight. But against Traditional Medicine?
There was no contest. They couldn’t win—and they didn’t dare try.
Gu Jianing, of course, knew nothing about these behind-the-scenes struggles.
Truthfully, she didn’t care which department she ended up in. But now that she was in Traditional Medicine, she was perfectly content.
Arriving at the department, she closed her umbrella and stepped inside. Whether it was because of the rain or simply the nature of the department, the place was unusually quiet.
It wasn’t until she peeked into one of the offices that she spotted two young male doctors inside.
The two had actually been whispering about Gu Jianing—only to freeze when they suddenly looked up and saw her standing there.
As for how they knew this was *the* Gu Jianing?
Well, news of **Director Chen personally recruiting her** had already spread like wildfire.
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