When Yao Ying saw that her daughter-in-law looked dazed when she came home, she was furious: "Gu Yi is too wicked. Doing something like this at this time, isn't he deliberately trying to prevent you from taking the college entrance examination?"

These days, people value conduct above all else. If this matter isn't thoroughly investigated, Yang Qingheng won't even be eligible to take the college entrance exam.

Yang Qingheng sighed, "We can only hope that the police station will be more cooperative."

There was nothing she could do, no matter how urgent it was. Unable to go to school, she could only prepare for the college entrance examination at home while also finalizing the delivery of the fabric. She was busy for several days and didn't have a moment to spare. She left early and returned late every day. Yao Ying thought she was still busy with the photo, so she took the initiative to take over the cooking.

The next day, Yang Qingheng returned home just as it was getting dark. She was surprised to see Yao Ying rushing out and asked, "What are you doing going out so late?"

"Hengjue just called the village and said he fainted. I'm going to the town clinic to check on him." Yao Ying was so anxious she was about to cry.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. She immediately hopped on her bicycle and said, "I'll go see him. Before it gets dark, I can try to ride to town. You stay home and wait for news."

“Alright, then let Erniu accompany you. It’s dangerous to travel at night.” Even though Yao Ying was in a hurry, she knew that if she took her along, Yang Qingheng would not be able to ride fast, and it might take them a long time to reach the town.

"Okay," Yang Qingheng replied, and headed towards Erniu's house.

A young woman opened the door. Yang Qingheng asked anxiously, "Is your brother home?"

The girl shook her head: "My brother is still in the field."

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, glanced at the night, and decided not to look for Erniu anymore. She got on her bicycle and headed towards the town.

When I rushed to the hospital, I was drenched in sweat.

After searching for a while, Yang Qingheng finally found Song Hengjue. He was sitting on a wooden chair in the clinic, his face unusually pale, and his fragile appearance made Yang Qingheng's heart clench.

He strode over and asked, "How are you? Did you take your medicine?"

"He said he had a stomachache, but he didn't know what was wrong. He's still in line." Fang Nan's eyes lit up when he saw her, as if he had seen a savior.

Yang Qingheng nodded, about to speak, when Song Hengjue suddenly opened his eyes: "What are you doing here?"

His tone was unfriendly, but his submissive demeanor made it hard to hate him.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him: "What am I doing here? I'm here to see how miserable you are, and have a laugh."

She never liked eating breakfast in her past life, but in this life, even though she delivers breakfast to his classroom every day, he's still the same. If it weren't for the fact that he's still sick, she would really like to pry open his head to see what's inside.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his mind hazy with pain, and he really had no mood to argue with her, so he closed his mouth in annoyance.

Upon hearing this, Fang Nan kept his eyes down and didn't dare utter a single word.

Yang Qingheng went to get a cup of hot water from a short distance away. Just as she handed it to Song Hengjue, she saw someone cut into the queue. The other newcomers followed suit and cut into the queue as well, making the already long queue even longer. If this continued, they might not be able to get a turn until midnight!

Her face darkened instantly, and she rushed over aggressively, grabbing the burly man's arm.

"You're cutting in line at the clinic, are you in a hurry to be reborn or to meet the King of Hell?"

The burly man, seeing that it was a woman, swatted her hand away, his muscular physique making him even more arrogant: "So what if I cut in line? You have a problem with that?"

He stood in front of Yang Qingheng, and for a moment he looked like a small mountain, which was terrifying.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. Remembering Song Hengjue's sickly appearance, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's no use. We've been waiting in line for so long. Everyone's in a hurry. It's just that your family is so delicate. Do you think we deserve to die?"

He turned to look at the group of people behind him who had also been cut in line: "Do you think we should make them line up again?"

"That's right, we've been queuing all night, why are you cutting in line!" The people behind them had been queuing all night and were already resentful. Cutting in line now would be like walking into a trap. Seeing that Yang Qingheng had already stood up for them, they immediately helped her.

Seeing that Yang Qingheng, a woman, was so bold, the male relatives suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly stepped forward to separate the burly man: "What, you cut in line, fine, but do you have to bully a woman?"

"You just wait!" Seeing that things were not going well, the burly man glared at Yang Qingheng and stepped to the back of the line with a dark face.

Yang Qingheng chuckled and turned around to see Song Hengjue coming this way. She hurriedly went to help him up, saying, "What are you doing here? You're sick and you still cause me trouble."

This woman is too fierce. What if one day she suddenly holds a grudge because he ate Song Hengjue's food...?

When Fang Nan saw her coming over, he nervously swallowed and said, "My brother is worried about you."

"What's the use of him coming over looking like a male version of Lin Daiyu? If I get hit, he'll just take a couple of punches for me." Yang Qingheng took advantage of Song Hengjue's illness and lack of energy to talk back, and took the opportunity to insult him to vent her anger.

Fang Nan stared at Song Hengjue for a few seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

To be honest, Song Hengjue's current sickly appearance combined with his handsome face really makes him look like a male version of Lin Daiyu.

"Sister-in-law, you're so witty."

Seeing the two of them smiling, Song Hengjue was so angry that he gritted his teeth. In the end, he could only close his eyes and ignore them.

Yang Qingheng glanced at the clock in the clinic; it was already past nine o'clock. "Comrade Fang Nan, thank you for today. I'll treat you to a meal another day when I have time. Your family is still waiting for you at home. You should go back first; I'll stay here with them."

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