Chapter 33 I am the fairy sent by God to save you

Wen Zhu felt relieved when he saw that he could speak and gradually regain consciousness. When he asked who he was, he felt playful for a moment, so he answered seriously with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, you are talking about me. I am the fairy sent by God to save you. After saving you, I have to leave." It is so late, even fairies need to get some sleep to maintain their beauty. Fairies are still growing.

Qian Jingsheng was already weak, so he was barely awake for a while. As soon as she finished speaking, he fell into a drowsy state again.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep again, Wen Zhu did not disturb him anymore. He tried to pull his hand out, but it did not budge. Just then, Doctor Yang came in after washing up. He saw that Captain Qian was still unconscious and did not react much. But when he looked again, he saw that Captain Qian was holding the girl's arm tightly with one hand and would not let go. What was going on?

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

Captain Qian was young, handsome, and had a promising future. But within the army, he was a feared figure, a living hell. They'd train him to death as long as he survived. He looked like he was asking for a beating. Back when he was in charge of the medical team's training, he nearly worked him to death.

So even though he is the ideal type of many people, most of the young ladies who admire him dare only watch him from afar and dare not get close to him. This guy is purely an emotionless machine and is suitable to be single.

Now, look what happened. If he didn't make a sound, he would have shocked the world. He grabbed a little girl's wrist and wouldn't let go. The key point is that she was only a minor, about 16 or 17 years old! What kind of thing is this?

She cursed him inwardly for being shameless, but she still had to make amends to Captain Qian. "Maybe, maybe Captain Qian recognized the wrong person. I'll do it, I'll do it. Little Doctor Wen, you go and rest, you go and rest."

Wen Zhu glanced at his grabbed wrist and said helplessly, "I can't get rid of it."

Doctor Yang tried to pry Qian Jingsheng's hands apart, but it didn't work. He smiled awkwardly and continued to push, "I didn't expect this unconscious man to be so strong."

Then he took some effort to free the girl's wrist from his big hand, one finger at a time.

Before Wen Zhu left, Doctor Yang explained to him with a bitter face, fearing that Wen Zhu would think he was behaving badly and stop treating him.

"He is really not a human being in normal times." Bah, how could I have accidentally said what was in my heart.

I quickly changed my words, "He is not like this in normal times. He is really a good guy." Except during training when he doesn't treat people as human beings.

How could Wen Zhu, a person with modern thinking, care about these things? It was just holding hands. His wrist was pinched red.

His face was now red, "Yeah, I know." He closed the door and left quickly.

She was originally very calm, thinking it was just a hand holding, nothing serious.

But the barrage doesn’t think so. What are those words that pop up out of nowhere?

Similar to but not limited to the following.

[Ouch, holding hands, hehehe, is my dream couple coming true? ]

[Even when unconscious, he's still this strong. When he's not unconscious, he's definitely... hehehe~]

[What are you thinking, you greedy girl upstairs? Move over! I want to sleep with his abs as my pillow!]

[This size difference is incredible! My sister Wen must be on top!]

......

There are also some things that even Wen Zhu is embarrassed to say. What kind of people are in this comment section? They really don't consider themselves outsiders and say everything. The bad thing about barrage is that there is no way to filter it.

Wen Zhu returned to his parents' room and slept with Jiang Qin, while his father was squeezed into his brother's room to spend the night.

"My dear, why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Qin asked with concern.

"No, maybe the weather is getting warmer and I'm wearing too much."

Wen Zhu had no parents or relatives in her previous life, so she was a little uncomfortable sleeping with her mother. However, Jiang Qin smoothed her hair and helped her tidy up the quilt. Wen Zhu felt that her mother's scent was very reassuring, and she slowly let go of her discomfort.

The mother and daughter were chatting in bed about the small business that the mother was planning to start.

"I'm planning to start making some food tomorrow and set up a stall in front of the textile factory. Since the workers don't have a day off tomorrow, I'll try and see if anyone buys." Jiang Qin was actually unsure. Although she was full of fighting spirit at the time, she had been driven to the countryside for so many years and was no longer familiar with the outside world. So she was always a little worried.

Wen Zhu hugged her mother's arm, nuzzled against her, and encouraged her, "My mother's cooking is the best in the world. I'm not bragging, this is what Qian Xusen said. They're in the South City, which is just starting to pilot economic development, and there are a lot of people setting up small businesses and stalls. He said he's eaten a lot, and none of them are as delicious as my mother's. This is not just your daughter's flattery, I have evidence."

Wen Zhu's words were sincere, and Jiang Qin's nervousness and uncertainty were amused by her and disappeared.

"Okay, then listen to my daughter and give it a try tomorrow!"

"Then I'll make your favorite spicy rice-crusted potatoes. It's filling and affordable."

The mother and daughter fell asleep while chatting.

Qian Jingsheng in the other bedroom had a high fever.

Wen Zhu's bed was not big, and it was barely big enough for Qian Jingsheng to sleep on it alone, so Doctor Yang had to sleep on the floor.

Half asleep and half awake, Doctor Yang felt something was wrong. He got up and saw that Qian Jingsheng had indeed run a fever. Qian Jingsheng was scarlet, his lips chapped and burning. He quickly applied a cold towel to him, following Wen Zhu's instructions. He also went to pour the fever-reducing medicine he had prepared earlier.

After a long time of struggling, the roosters started crowing, the sky was already bright, and the heat slowly subsided.

Doctor Yang felt like his life was about to be taken away.

I was so tired that I fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

After Qian Jingsheng's fever subsided, he slowly regained consciousness. He didn't know whether he was dreaming or had really met a fairy. The fairy saved his life and gently treated him and fed him water, which made this originally firm materialist begin to waver.

But the feeling of his arm being pressed made him a little dazed. Could it be that a fairy really came to save him?

He struggled to get up quietly, trying not to bump into the sleeping person.

With some anticipation, he turned his head to look at the person lying beside the bed, and then met the sleepy, unshaven face of Doctor Yang. "You're awake, you little brat, you're quite the troublemaker, aren't you? You're still not quiet in the middle of the night! I'm so sleepy."

Qian Jingsheng was originally 40% to 50% conscious, but now he was completely awake.

This is more than just awakening, it's downright terrifying.

"You have nothing to do, why are you lying next to my bed?" He subconsciously lowered his voice, feeling that he had discovered some incredible and unspeakable truth.

Doctor Yang wiped his face and said, "You think I want to be here? You can't always rely on others for help. If I wasn't afraid that you would burn to death in the middle of the night and no one would know, I wouldn't stay with you. It seems that you are already well, but you never say a word."

"Yesterday, you were here alone. No one else came in?" Qian Jingsheng asked persistently.

Doctor Yang instinctively wanted to say, "Of course not," but changed his mind. He thought, "I can't let this kid make a principled mistake. She's just a teenager. You held her hand, and now you want to make a fuss about it?" Since she doesn't remember, that's just fine. It won't ruin her reputation. So he said.

"Yes, who else do you want besides me?"

Qian Jingsheng clearly remembered that when he was unconscious, a little girl took care of him gently. He seemed to have subconsciously grabbed her hand, but now he told him that it was his illusion.

Qian Jingsheng felt like the sky had fallen on him.

"Next time sleep away from me, don't be so close."