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Chapter 105 Maintaining Courtesy in Public, Secretly Struggling
Chapter 105 Maintaining Courtesy in Public, Secretly Struggling
1. Be mindful of boundaries when interacting with others.
Inside the clinic's main hall, everyone was busy with their own tasks, each performing their duties and managing the mundane affairs of practicing medicine and seeing patients.
Murong Fangxiang held the neatly sorted and packaged herbal medicine packets in both hands, walked forward calmly, and handed them to Zhou Deshan, who was organizing the medicine cabinet.
She spoke with relaxed eyes and a graceful demeanor, her tone calm and friendly.
"Master Zhou, I've sorted all these herbs by type. Please organize and store them properly so it will be easier and more convenient for you to dispense medicine to the patients later."
Zhou Deshan immediately stepped forward with both hands to steadily receive the medicine packet, bowed slightly, and greeted the recipient with a humble and respectful attitude.
"Thank you so much, Miss Fangfang, for your hard work and dedication. With your meticulous management, our clinic is able to operate in an orderly manner."
Murong Fangxiang smiled slightly upon hearing this, raised her hand and waved it gently, politely indicating that there was no need for such formalities.
She then turned and walked calmly to Chen Shanhe's side, who was sitting quietly beside his medical records.
She stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, behaving with proper decorum and without any deliberate attempt at intimacy.
He lowered his voice and asked seriously about the day's clinic schedule and patient reception.
The two stood at a proper distance, spoke frankly and naturally, and every sentence revolved around the serious business of the clinic.
Throughout the entire interaction, they were open and generous, behaving like close siblings supporting each other—approachable yet proper.
Chen Shanhe raised his eyes and calmly responded, his words composed and indifferent, focusing solely on his medical practice, his expression dignified and composed.
The two of them were polite and courteous in their question-and-answer session, and their words and actions were well-behaved and proper. No one could find fault with them.
Su Wanjing held a solid wood tea tray and stood quietly in the corner of the hall, taking in the scene before her.
She remained silent, her gaze gently falling on the group as she watched the peaceful and harmonious scene unfold before her.
Murong Fangxiang was courteous and polite in public, and she was upright, harmonious and generous in her relationship with Chen Shanhe.
To outsiders, they are simply close siblings who help each other and have a pure and deep friendship, with nothing more than that.
As evidenced by the poem
Behave appropriately in public.
In an open and honest relationship, courtesy must be maintained.
The siblings get along perfectly.
A peaceful and warm atmosphere fills the courtyard.
II. A tacit understanding enters the eyes
After finishing all the chores in front of others, Zhou Deshan and his companion went to the pharmacy to sort the medicinal herbs, and the people in the hall gradually dispersed to continue their own work.
The once bustling hall suddenly fell silent, with no one walking around or making any noise.
Murong Fangxiang picked up the account book on the table, pulled over a wooden chair, and sat down next to Chen Shanhe.
Her fingers flew across the pages of the accounts, her face slightly turned toward Chen Shanhe, her voice soft and her speech quick and familiar.
"The cost of purchasing medicinal herbs this month was relatively high. I have already negotiated a new bottom price with the supplier, which will save me a lot of money in the future."
Chen Shanhe lowered his eyes and focused on the account book details. Without asking any further questions, he calmly responded to the question.
The two chatted back and forth about the miscellaneous affairs of the clinic, without needing to explain repeatedly.
With just a glance or a few simple words, they can instantly understand each other's thoughts.
The familiarity and harmony revealed in their words and actions, and the tacit understanding they shared, are something that no one else can ever match.
Su Wanjing carried the brewed tea in both hands and slowly walked from the outer corridor into the hall.
As soon as she stepped through the door, she looked up and saw two people sitting side by side, leaning close and chatting softly.
Her steps abruptly halted, and she came to a steady stop in place.
The fingertips holding the teacup subconsciously tightened and clenched, the force unconsciously increasing.
The natural intimacy that others couldn't see, the unique tacit understanding they shared, clearly entered her eyes and were deeply imprinted in her heart.
As evidenced by the poem
They had a deep understanding when they talked privately.
A glance exchanged reveals a deep understanding.
It's hard for outsiders to understand the meaning behind it.
Silently observing, lost in thought.
Third, I know that being open and honest is hard to let go of.
Su Wanjing walked lightly to the stone table in the courtyard, bent down and gently placed the teacup in her hand on the stone surface.
She stood quietly to the side with her hands hanging down in front of her, her gaze lingering on the two figures chatting side by side in the hall.
My thoughts surged and churned within me, endlessly turning and swirling, leaving me unable to find peace for a long time.
She knew it perfectly well.
Chen Shanhe is of good character and single-minded. From the day he settled down in the provincial capital, his original aspiration has remained unchanged.
Throughout their journey together, he has always had only ever thought of me, remaining loyal and devoted without ever wavering.
She also saw it clearly: Murong Fangxiang was cheerful and straightforward, and acted with openness and generosity.
She already has a beloved in her heart, someone she has already found, and a stable place to belong.
Throughout, I have only felt respect and gratitude towards Chen Shanhe, and a deep bond of friendship and support like that of close siblings.
He is upright and honest in his dealings with others, and has no selfish motives or ulterior motives to compete with or take from others.
Based on reason, she understood everything clearly and was not confused at all.
The two people interacted openly and politely, with clear boundaries, so there was nothing to be suspicious of.
However, a woman's naturally delicate and tender mind is never under the control of reason, and she has no say in her own life.
That faint, lingering feeling of jealousy quietly settled in my heart.
It can't be suppressed, nor can it be completely dissipated; it gently lingers in my heart.
Even though I understand all the reasons and clearly see all the boundaries of honesty and propriety, I still can't help but secretly care.
Unable to resist staring at that scene of perfect understanding, he felt a deep unease, his emotions rising and falling, unable to find peace.
The reasoning was clear to me, but I couldn't calm my chaotic mind.
It keeps recurring in my mind, I can't shake it off, and I just can't let it go.
As evidenced by the poem
The reasoning is clear, but the mind is in turmoil.
Knowing full well that openness brings unease.
The lingering jealousy is faint but won't completely disappear.
It lingers in my mind and won't go away.
IV. Crying and laughing, conflicted, hidden away alone.
Su Wanjing silently turned around, avoiding the people in the hall, and walked alone to the quiet eaves of the courtyard.
She leaned gently against the cool wooden pillars, slowly regained her balance, and looked up quietly at the swaying branches and leaves in the courtyard.
A very soft sigh escaped from her lips, her brows furrowed with complex emotions.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes flickering with a mixture of awkwardness and disappointment that was hard to describe.
She felt a tightness in her chest, wanting to openly express her anger, but when she looked around, she couldn't find a single decent reason to do so.
I want to let myself be sad and depressed, to be secretly heartbroken and melancholy, but then I think about it again and realize that it would only make me seem petty.
It's like being narrow-minded, prone to wild suspicions, lacking understanding of human relationships and principles, and unable to distinguish between genuine friendships.
She knew perfectly well that Chen Shanhe and Murong Fangxiang were upright and honest in their dealings, and that they maintained a clear and proper distance in their relationship.
Both of them were upright and honest in their words and deeds, and never overstepped any boundaries. I had absolutely no right to say anything.
The chaotic emotions were stuck in my heart, swirling around and refusing to dissipate, a feeling that was hard to describe.
All the entanglement, bitterness, and awkwardness could only be borne by her alone, lingering and agonizing in her heart.
She tried desperately to let go of distracting thoughts, relax her mind, and stop overthinking, but her gaze always wandered uncontrollably.
I kept turning my head subconsciously to look towards the hall, my mind unable to find peace and tranquility.
She dared not voice this unspoken thought, could not confide in anyone, and was even less willing to let Chen Shanhe notice it in the slightest.
They could only keep it all deep in their hearts, without saying a word or making a fuss.
Feeling both relieved and secretly bothered, she was left with a complex mix of emotions—a dilemma of being caught between laughter and tears, unable to move forward or backward—which she silently savored alone.
As evidenced by the poem
I wanted to get angry, but I couldn't.
It's hard to express how sad and embarrassing it is.
A mix of emotions, both joy and sorrow, lingered in my heart.
He keeps his thoughts to himself and never speaks of them.