"I want to hear the truth." Jiang Jing wasn’t a fool. If he couldn’t see anything by now, he would truly be beyond help.
Feng Qing fell silent in an instant.
Outside the car, the bustling crowd was noisy, but inside the car, it was unusually quiet.
"Brother Jiang, congratulations, you’re about to become a dad." Feng Qing tried to change the subject, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Jing’s serious face.
Jiang Jing said, "Yes, I’m about to become a dad, but I want to find out who my lifesaver really is."
Feng Qing hesitated, conflicted. He had promised Gu Mingzhu not to reveal anything, even upon death, but he couldn’t keep it from Jiang Jing.
In the end, Feng Qing spoke of what he knew, "Brother Jiang, although the person in the green shirt was the one who carried you over the hill, Gu Mingzhu also saved you."
"Do you remember who was wearing the green shirt that day?" Jiang Jing didn’t answer but asked in return.
Feng Qing thought he’d already said what needed to be said, so he had nothing to hide. He replied, "If I remember correctly, it was Zhao Xiu."
There were many people hiking that day, not just a few friends, but friends of friends as well. The only person in a green shirt was Zhao Xiu; such simple clothing made it hard for Feng Qing to forget.
"Don’t tell Mingzhu about this." Jiang Jing warned as he looked sharply at Feng Qing.
Feng Qing immediately covered his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, indicating he wouldn’t say a word. Returning to his car, Feng Qing let out a big sigh; although Jiang Jing was usually kind, he was quite intimidating when serious!
Now, Jiang Jing was alone in the car.
He raised his hand to touch the wound on the back of his head. The doctor said, thankfully the bleeding was stopped quickly, otherwise, he would have bled to death.
The next day, Jiang Jing went to find Zhao Xiu, his real lifesaver.
The closer he got to the Zhao Family, the more anxious Jiang Jing felt. Three years had passed, even if he met Zhao Xiu and knew she was his savior, what could he do?
He seemed to remember that the Zhao Family was somewhat poor.
Just as Jiang Jing hesitated, the door of the Zhao Family opened. When he saw Zhao Xiu walking awkwardly, he recognized her immediately. In his memory, Zhao Xiu had a very weak presence; he couldn’t even remember what she looked like. But now, with her hair in a ponytail, he had a feeling, this was Zhao Xiu. Follow current novᴇls on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
Jiang Jing hid in the shadows and indeed heard others call her ’Xiuxiu’. Looking closely, he noticed that Zhao Xiu’s leg didn’t appear quite right.
Jiang Jing followed Zhao Xiu, watching her greet others with a smile, buy groceries at the market, and return home, until she disappeared from his sight.
He didn’t go directly to the Zhao Family but looked for someone to investigate what happened to Zhao Xiu’s leg or see what kind of help she might need.
"Little sister, I’m a doctor myself, I’m fine, really fine!" Xu Nian’an assured repeatedly that he was fine, but Xu Nianhua still dragged Xu Nian’an to the hospital.
Last night, he had a stomach ache all night and vomited. Xu Nianhua wasn’t at ease until he saw a doctor.
"Second brother, a doctor can’t treat himself. If you’re sick, you have to see a doctor."
Xu Nian’an couldn’t argue with Xu Nianhua, so he reluctantly went to the hospital. After seeing the doctor, as Xu Nian’an had diagnosed himself, he took the prescription and already knew what it was. He said, "Little sister, you see, I told you we didn’t need to come to the hospital, right?"