Chapter 249 A severed leg in exchange for a train ticket back to Beijing!

Upon hearing the news, the production team's barefoot doctor rushed over with his medicine box. He squatted down to take a look, but after a brief examination, he shook his head repeatedly.

"No, this injury is too severe!"

The old doctor's face was grave.

"My leg bones are completely shattered. I don't even have a splint, let alone surgery. If this is delayed any longer, it's hard to say whether I can even save my leg!"

One sentence plunged everyone around into despair.

Is your leg ruined?

To save her child, Lin Wan'er has to become a cripple?

"Doctor, please, you must save her!" The mother of the child who had been pushed away by Lin Wan'er knelt on the ground, crying, "She's our family's savior!"

"Yes! Lin Zhiqing is a hero! We can't just stand by and watch a hero bleed and become crippled!"

"Send her to the city! Send her to a big hospital!"

"Yes! She must be taken to the best hospital!"

The educated youth and villagers were indignant, and everyone surrounded the production team leader and several cadres, pleading loudly.

Amidst the cacophony and chaos, Qin Zheng remained completely silent.

He simply stared at Lin Wan'er lying on the ground, seemingly oblivious to her fate. For the first time, a crack appeared on his usually calm face.

What a clever ruse!

That's a brilliant move—putting someone in a do-or-die situation to survive.

This woman is so ruthless to herself.

She used a leg that could be crippled at any moment to create a perfect reason for herself that no one could refuse.

A legitimate reason to leave this place with him.

Just then, Lin Wan'er slowly woke up from her coma.

She struggled to open her eyes, her unfocused gaze searching through the crowd before finally settling precisely on Qin Zheng.

She ignored everyone's concern and just stared intently at him.

Then, she stretched out her uninjured hand and, with all her might, grabbed Qin Zheng's trouser leg tightly.

"Brother Qin..."

Her voice was faint and delicate, as light as a feather, yet it reached Qin Zheng's ears clearly.

"I don't want to die..."

"Take me away..."

Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at her hand, which was covered in blood and mud, clutching his trouser leg.

He knew he had no other choice.

Or rather, from the moment she rushed into the ruins, she had already made the choice for him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, and under the tragic halo of "hero," if he refused, Qin Zheng would immediately be seen as an ungrateful, cold-blooded, and despicable villain.

He couldn't escape the net she had woven herself.

Lin Wan'er was temporarily placed in the cleanest empty room at the educated youth settlement.

Qin Zheng dismissed all visitors, citing his need for quiet.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

The strong smell of herbs mixed with the stench of blood was enough to make one want to vomit.

Lin Wan'er lay on the earthen bed, her broken leg simply fixed with a wooden board by the doctor, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.

But her eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Brother Qin, what are you still hesitating about?"

She was the first to break the silence.

When no one else was around, she dropped her pitiful act and her words became as blunt as a knife.

Qin Zheng stood by the kang (a heated brick bed), backlit, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"You put on a good show."

“This isn’t acting.” Lin Wan’er looked at him and said, word by word, “This is my pledge of allegiance.”

She struggled to sit up on the kang (a heated brick bed), but the movement aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

“You said before that you would only take people who are ‘valuable’ to you with you.”

She endured the excruciating pain and stared intently at him.

"Now, am I worth enough?"

Qin Zheng did not answer.

Lin Wan'er smiled bitterly; she knew that these things alone were not enough.

She's about to throw out her biggest bargaining chip.

That was the one she had kept hidden the longest, and the one she relied on to turn her life around—her true trump card.

"Qin Zheng, your father's situation is not simply a matter of political loss."

One sentence made Qin Zheng's body stiffen abruptly.

Seeing his reaction, Lin Wan'er continued speaking, each word like a nail, driving deep into Qin Zheng's heart.

"He was framed. A meticulously planned and flawless trap has left him with no chance of redemption."

"I know who that person is."

"I also know that after they brought down your father, their next target will be everyone in the entire faction behind your father."

“I know every step of their plan clearly.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

A tremendous storm raged within Qin Zheng's heart.

This was the first time he had looked at the woman in front of him so directly.

who is she?

Who exactly is she?

How could she possibly know such top-secret information that only a handful of people in the core circles of the capital knew about?

All the previous doubts were now connected in a single thread.

Her accurate predictions about future policy directions.

The unseen hand behind her, the one that elevated her to a divine status.

And today's tragic yet perfect "accident".

This woman was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined.

She is not some prophetic deity.

She's more like a... demon who crawled back from hell, filled with resentment and all the memories of the future.

Or perhaps, it is the sharpest knife that can help him cut through all the darkness before him.

Qin Zheng quickly calculated in his mind.

He needs her.

He needed the information in her head that was enough to overturn everything.

But he also had to be wary of her.

Such a scheming woman, who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, will have unimaginable consequences if she loses control.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

Why should I believe you?

Lin Wan'er laughed, a laugh that carried a hint of madness and a desperate determination.

"Because you have no other choice."

She looked at him and said her last words.

“Take me back to the capital, and I will be your eyes in the darkness. If you don’t take me, you will only be able to stay here, a blind man at the mercy of others.”

Qin Zheng fell silent.

Ultimately, under the pretext of "escorting the heroine and model comrade Lin Wan'er to Beijing for treatment," he submitted an urgent report to his superiors, with whom he had just re-established some contact.

The reasons are irrefutable, glorious, and correct.

Approval came through very quickly.

Three days later, at the train station in a small town on the northwestern border.

The piercing sound of a steam horn shattered the morning's tranquility.

Lin Wan'er lay on a stretcher, carried by several educated youths, and was put on a green train bound for Beijing.

Just before getting into the car, Qin Zheng walked to the stretcher and bent down.

The loud noise of the train starting drowned out all his voice.

He only said one sentence to her.

"Once we arrive in the capital, you are free to follow my instructions."

He paused, looking into her eyes, which were filled with ambition and calculation.

"You'd better have eyes that can see far and accurately. Otherwise, the snow in the capital is colder than in the northwest."

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