Also known as "Sweet Wedding, Sweet Love in the 70s." [Old Cadre × Delicate Young Wife] Jiang Zhizhi, an operative, had an accident during a mission and transmigrated to the 1970s. Right f...
Chapter 125 An Affair (Bonus Chapter)
After Li Zhuo finished speaking without thinking, he realized that Jiang Zhizhi was also in the ward. He exclaimed "Oh my god!" and somewhat embarrassedly threw his hospital gown onto the bed, saying, "I'll go see what food the cafeteria has. I'll get you something."
After saying that, he ran out in a flash.
Jiang Zhizhi chuckled, took the hospital gown and went over, somewhat deliberately asking, "Shall I help you put it on?"
Zhou Xiye lowered his chin, his expression tense: "No need, I can do it myself."
Jiang Zhizhi didn't make things difficult for Zhou Xiye: "Never mind, I'll ask Li Zhuo to help you."
Zhou Xiye refused: "No need, you can just turn around."
Jiang Zhizhi handed the pants to Zhou Xiye, turned around and took a deep breath, clearing her mind of the inappropriate images.
Hearing Zhou Xiye say it was all done, she turned around, noticed his chapped lips, and poured him a glass of water: "Don't you need an anti-inflammatory injection?"
Zhou Xiye nodded: "It's already been done, there's no major problem."
Jiang Zhizhi tasted the water to check its temperature before handing it to Zhou Xiye: "Are any bones broken?"
Zhou Xiye shook his head: "It's just a penetrating wound, but the wound area is quite large."
Jiang Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's alright, how about the shoulder?"
Zhou Xiye touched his left arm: "It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious."
Looking at Zhou Xiye's injured left arm and then at her own injured right shoulder, Jiang Zhizhi couldn't help but laugh: "We're quite complementary now, one of us injured on the left and the other on the right."
Just then, Bian Xiaoxiao came in.
Ignoring Jiang Zhizhi sitting by the hospital bed, he walked directly to the bedside and looked at Zhou Xiye gently: "Your wound shouldn't be strained, and you should try not to get out of bed. If you need anything, you can ask me."
Jiang Zhizhi stared at Zhou Xiye, her eyes full of questions. Did Bian Xiaoxiao treat his wounds before? Then wouldn't she have seen everything?
Zhou Xiye frowned: "No need, I'll talk to Dr. Wen if anything comes up."
Bian Xiaoxiao didn't mind Zhou Xiye's coldness: "You need to eat light food lately. I'll go back later and make some wontons for you."
Zhou Xiye declined, saying, "No need to trouble yourself. You go ahead and do your thing. I have something to say to Zhizhi."
It was a rejection that showed absolutely no mercy.
Bian Xiaoxiao could no longer maintain her composure and forced a smile: "I'm on duty tonight. If you feel unwell, you can come to me."
After saying that, she ignored Jiang Zhizhi and walked out with her head held high.
Jiang Zhizhi turned to watch Bian Xiaoxiao leave, then turned back to Zhou Xiye: "What do you want to tell me?"
Zhou Xiye paused for a moment: "The surgeon who operated on me was Dr. Wen, a man. The medic who changed my dressings was also a man."
Jiang Zhizhi was surprised and leaned closer: "Why are you telling me this? I have absolutely no interest in this."
Zhou Xiye didn't believe it. Just now, Jiang Zhizhi's little eyes were like a small knife, almost cutting a hole in him.
Looking at Zhou Xiye, Jiang Zhizhi couldn't help but recall some scenes, making their conversation somewhat awkward.
No, she needs to go home to recover. She can kill a chicken and make soup to nourish Zhou Xiye.
...
Jiang Zhizhi went back to kill a chicken and make soup, and Li Zhuo returned with a lunchbox.
Seeing that Jiang Zhizhi wasn't there, she asked, "Where's my sister-in-law?"
He handed the lunchbox to Zhou Xiye; inside was a bowl of rice porridge.
"I'm going back."
After finishing his rice porridge, Zhou Xiye frowned when he saw Li Zhuo looking hesitant. "Is there anything else? Just say it."
Li Zhuo hesitated for a moment: "You're injured, why didn't your sister-in-law stay to take care of you? Also, I overheard some things at the cafeteria just now, but I don't know if they're true or not. I was wondering if I should tell you about them."
Zhou Xiye looked up at him and said, "If you don't know whether it's true or not, you can choose not to say."
Li Zhuo couldn't hold back any longer: "But, oh well, I'll tell you anyway. They said that in the week or so you were gone, your sister-in-law got very close to a pale-faced young man. They went shopping together every day, and even went out to eat and watch movies together."
This... it's not normal for a man and a woman to be together every day.
Zhou Xiye didn't say anything, but just stared at Li Zhuo, his eyes deep and dark.
Li Zhuo was a little unsure of Zhou Xiye's thoughts: "They ate together and watched a movie, so there must have been something going on. But it's easy for people to gossip if a man and a woman get too close. Why don't you talk to your sister-in-law about it later?"
Zhou Xiye lowered his eyes, placed the empty lunchbox on the bedside table, and looked up at Li Zhuo: "Have you ever heard the story of Zeng Shen killing someone, or the idiom 'three men can make a tiger'?"
Li Zhuo was taken aback. Although his education level was average, he had heard of these two allusions: "But..."
Zhou Xiye said calmly, "I only believe what I see with my own eyes, but sometimes what you see isn't necessarily the truth. When shooting, what you aim with your eyes isn't necessarily accurate; you also need to be focused and focused."
"Therefore, don't just follow the crowd."
Li Zhuo fell completely silent, but he felt that things were not as they seemed.
Also, why is Zhou Xiye always so rational?
...
When Jiang Zhizhi went back to prepare to kill the chicken, Shang Xingzhou ran over again and offered to help when he saw her killing the chicken.
These days, he comes to see Jiang Zhizhi every day, asking her to go out with him, watch movies, eat, and even go fishing in the river.
Jiang Zhizhi didn't find it too annoying; it was nice to have someone to keep her company and pass the time.
However, when the two went out to play, Jiang Zhizhi also learned a lot about this era.
At this moment, Shang Xingzhou offered to kill the chicken, and she was happy to have someone help her, so she quickly handed him the cleaver.
While killing the chicken, Shang Xingzhou asked, "Why are you suddenly killing a chicken?"
Jiang Zhizhi ignored him.
He then directed the merchants to start a fire and stew chicken soup.
As the chicken soup was being served, Jiang Zhizhi ladled it into a bowl and said casually, "Zhou Xiye is back."
Shang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and screamed, "Ahhh, Zhou Xiye is back! Why didn't you tell me?! Sister, why did you only tell me now?"
Jiang Zhizhi laughed: "If I had told you earlier, could you have helped me kill the chicken, pluck its feathers, and start a fire?"
Shang Xingzhou cried out a few more times, "Sister, you're too cunning! Even if you had told me, I would have helped you."
Jiang Zhizhi laughed and said, "Alright, I'll take you to see it now, it's the same thing. Here, you hold the basin."
Her injuries had mostly healed, but she still didn't dare to exert herself too much.
Shang Xingzhou obediently carried a pot of chicken soup and followed Jiang Zhizhi out.
It wasn't until they were in the hospital that Shang Xingzhou belatedly realized, "You... no, Zhou Xiye is hospitalized? He's injured?"
Jiang Zhizhi nodded: "Yes, but it's not serious."
Shang Xingzhou exclaimed "Ah!" and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked down at the chicken blood stains on the hem of his white shirt and even on his white sneakers, and said somewhat unhappily, "My clothes and shoes are all dirty. Should I go back and change?"
Jiang Zhizhi chuckled and tugged at his arm: "Alright, you're not going on a blind date, why are you changing your clothes?"
Shang Xingzhou was not happy about it; he couldn't go to see his hero looking disheveled.
The two started pulling and tugging at each other downstairs in the inpatient building.
Li Zhuo helped Zhou Xiye stand by the window, looking at the scene downstairs, and secretly sighed that things were going badly.
How come when I helped Zhou Xiye to the toilet and came back, I saw this scene?
Turning to look at Zhou Xiye, his expression was somewhat inscrutable, his eyes dark and deep...