My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

“She must have taken some kind of scent-masking medicine.”

Lin Yile sipped water from her cup without expressing any surprise.

She didn’t like the scent on her own body, so sometimes she would take a pill to make it disappear for a few days.

“What kind of medicine is that? Will it upset her stomach? Listen…” Ting Yuan sat down casually, right on top of Tang Yuxin’s pillow. The corner of Yuxin’s eye twitched slightly. She felt some inexplicable urge to die, and all she wished for was that Ting Yuan wouldn’t fart right now.

Unaffected, Ting Yuan continued to voice her opinions.

“We’re all future doctors, so we need to take care of our bodies. Medicine is inherently toxic, so we cannot haphazardly consume unidentified, unclear substances. What if they’re lethal? Oops…”

After that remark, Ting Yuan’s voice disappeared—froze, vanished.

Ting Yuan’s face turned a bright shade of red, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.”

“No worries, everyone farts,” Lin Yile reassured Ting Yuan. Despite being an ungraceful act, she understood that holding in a fart wasn’t something they could control. A fart would come out when it wanted to, and they have no say in the matter.

Song Qingtong was in the process of making her own bed. Being taller had its advantages because unlike others, she didn’t need a ladder to reach the upper bunk.

Meanwhile, Tang Yuxin was glaring at her pillow that was now squished under Ting Yuan’s bottom. She didn’t know what to do…

It was only the second day of orientation, and they still had to collect their military training uniforms in the afternoon.

Tang Yuxin had no intention of skipping military training. It was a mandatory experience for every new student, and as a student herself, she would participate in it. Otherwise, she could easily use Silver Needle to make herself appear sick, get a sick leave note, and then be excused from military training.

But this time was different—she wanted to do military training.

By noon, when they returned from lunch, they noticed their dormitory door was open—the signal that their remaining roommates had arrived.

Indeed, when they entered, they found another girl and her parents. Tang Yuxin later found out that their dormitory only housed five girls, not six.

The girl seemed to come from a wealthy background. The clothes she wore were all fashionable and she wore a pair of nice leather boots. She was currently staring blankly at the upper bunk.

When she turned around and saw the other girls, her red lips twitched slightly. Tang Yuxin wasn’t sure what that meant. However, the girl’s gaze lingered on Tang Yuxin for an extra second.

It has to be admitted, this girl was beautiful and knew how to dress. She seemed to think that none of her new roommates were prettier than her until she saw Tang Yuxin. It wasn’t that Tang Yuxin was inhumanly beautiful or contractually engaging. She was just charming. Her skin was fair, her face was small, her eyes were large, she was thin and frail. Although she wasn’t very tall, her body was proportionate. Even though she seemed unassuming, her presence was intense.

“Do you sleep here?” the new girl walked over and stood in front of Tang Yuxin.

“Yes,” Tang Yuxin sat down, tucking her pillow inside her quilt to avoid anyone sitting on it and causing it to smell bad. She wondered whether she should use it to sleep tonight.

“I don’t want the top bunk. Swap with me.”

She stated it as if it was an obvious matter, like she was entitled to the bottom bunk and they should be grateful for her request.

Tang Yuxin didn’t even glance at her. Her lips pursed lightly, she responded coolly.

“No.”

Yuxin had a stubborn personality. She was the type to break, but never bend. If the girl had asked nicely, she would’ve agreed to switch. After all, she was only staying for a year, and it didn’t matter whether she slept in the top or bottom bunk. But, she could not tolerate the girl’s rudeness or entitlement.

She did not owe anyone anything. She didn’t owe her in the last life; she didn’t owe her in this life. The only person she owed was her father, for all his kindness from her past life, which she was repaying in this one. She certainly didn’t owe anything to this unknown, entitled lady.

“How much do you want for it?” The girl lifted her chin, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes.

Tang Yuxin gently smoothed out her pillow before standing up and walking over to pour herself a cup of water.

“Young lady, how much do you want to swap?” The girl’s parents chimed in.

It then dawned on Tang Yuxin: the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. It’s no wonder their daughter has turned out this way—it’s because of her parents.

She turned around with her cup, standing tall and straight, unbowed by the wind, untouched by the rain. There was nothing in her life that could force her to bow down, nothing at all.

She stood her ground, looking firmly at the girl’s parents, repeating her line.

“I’m not swapping.”

The girl’s parents then turned their attention to the other girls.

“Don’t look at me,” Song Qingtong strolled to her bed and patted it, “I’m sleeping here. But if you want my spot, you can have it. I don’t mind, and you don’t need to pay me anything, I have money.”

Song Qingtong was quite willing to give up her bunk, but she found no difference between the two top bunks. They both required climbing to reach, both were elevated, and both required the same climbing effort, so what was the point?

Ting Yuan too rushed to her bunk, shaking her head fervently, “I am not swapping either. My mum says the feng shui of this spot is lucky for me. If I swap, it won’t be good anymore, so no matter what happens, I won’t swap,” she clung onto her quilt, her eyes wide, as if ready to fight about it.

Lastly, all eyes landed on Lin Yile. She raced to sit next to Tang Yuxin, hugging her arm, her lips pursed, “I don’t want the top bunk either. It’s too high up and I’m scared. I don’t need money either; my family is rich.”

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She looked as if this couple was a pair of bandits who had invaded their space. If they dared to force a swap, she would cry to death then and there.

The couple clearly met an impasse. Of course, they were now helpless against the dormitory girls. It was their own fault for arriving late and not getting the best bunks. It would have been ideal if the others agreed to swap, even if it entailed payment. But their refusal meant the couple couldn’t force a swap.