Zhou Jinshan then said, "I'm going to sleep for a while," and closed his eyes.

But he didn't let go; his grip was still very strong. Feng Mingshu struggled but couldn't break free. Instead, he was almost knocked off balance by the man's tilted body, and he was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead.

Uncle Yan turned around and saw this, and hurriedly said, "Shu girl, your boyfriend has passed out. You're making a fuss about not getting off. Quickly hold him and make sure he's seated properly. I'll pedal like crazy and we'll be at the hospital soon."

Having no other choice, Feng Mingshu could only obey Uncle Yan's orders, struggling to wrap her arms around Zhou Jinshan's waist and lean back in her seat.

"Shu girl, hold on tight!"

Uncle Yan shouted, bent his back, and pedaled hard on the rickshaw, making it run very fast.

The rickshaw covered seven or eight miles in just fifteen minutes and arrived at the entrance of Binjiang Hospital.

Uncle Yan didn't stop either. He turned the handlebars and rushed into the yard. The seat tilted, and Zhou Jinshan's body slumped, his head landing heavily on Feng Mingshu's shoulder.

At that moment, the man's hot breath fell on Feng Mingshu's cheeks and seeped into her neck through the gaps in her scarf, making her tremble and her face flush.

Before she could straighten the person, the security guard chased after the car to register it. At the same time, another person ran up from the front, shouting and lunging at the car seat: "Old Zhou, is that you? You little brat, you've got me killed... Uh, you guys continue, I didn't see anything!"

The hospital lights were on, and Feng Mingshu recognized the person who had shouted and rushed over, then suddenly turned around. It was Lu Xiangqian, Zhou Jinshan's roommate, whom she had met at the social dance the day before.

Seeing this scene again, Feng Mingshu felt like she was on fire. But when she saw Lu Xiangqian turn to leave, she hurriedly pushed the man off her shoulder and called out urgently, "Comrade Lu, Comrade Zhou has a fever and has fallen into a coma. Please come and help!"

Just as she finished speaking, Zhou Jinshan groaned and opened his eyes. Lu Xiangqian happened to turn around and saw him, and immediately chuckled, "Old Zhou, are you faking illness to coax that girl... Hey, don't fall on me, I can't catch you!"

Zhou Jinshan suddenly fell headfirst, but Lu Xiangqian, despite shouting, caught him precisely, picked him up, and rushed into the inpatient department shouting for a doctor.

Feng Mingshu stood under the rickshaw, the man's breath still lingering on her cheeks, and she was momentarily at a loss.

She knew that Zhou Jinshan was indeed faking it, but not faking illness. He pretended to come to see her as if nothing was wrong, and then casually helped her resolve the troubles brought by Yu Xiuchun and the Zhang family, which delayed the recurrence of her injuries and required emergency treatment.

This filled her with immense guilt and an indescribable emotion.

"Shu girl, why don't you go in and keep your boyfriend company? I'll go back and tell your mother," Uncle Yan suggested with a smile.

Feng Mingshu came to her senses, made a decision, and nodded her thanks: "Thank you, Uncle Yan. I'll go back tomorrow morning. Please tell my mother. Here's the fare, please keep it."

She paid double the fare and handed it to Uncle Yan, but he pushed it back without even looking at it: "Shu girl, you're being too distant. I won't take the money, but you must invite me to your wedding banquet later."

After saying this with a smile, Uncle Yan got on his bike and rode away.

Feng Mingshu paused for a moment, then stuffed the money into his pocket and ran quickly into the inpatient department.

But she didn't know which room Zhou Jinshan was in, so she went to the nurses' station to ask, but the nurse on duty stumped her with her question.

What is your relationship with Zhou Jinshan?

Seeing her stunned, the nurse on duty became impatient: "This isn't a place where just anyone can come in. If you can't explain your relationship with Comrade Zhou, then I can't reveal his ward information. You should leave now."

"Hey, Sister Huang, don't kick her out. She's Zhou Jinshan's girlfriend. If you kick her out, Zhou Jinshan will be furious with you when he wakes up," Lu Xiangqian said with a smile to the nurse on duty as he rushed over.

The nurse on duty immediately put on a smiling face: "So you're Comrade Zhou's girlfriend. You should have said so earlier, I would have registered you right away. By the way, what's your name? Or you can write it down here."

The nurse on duty handed the register to Feng Mingshu and pointed to the name column.

Like a duck being forced onto a shelf, Feng Mingshu signed her name in a daze, acknowledging her status as Zhou Jinshan's girlfriend, and was then led by Lu Xiangqian to the outside of Zhou Jinshan's ward.

The door was closed, but light shone through the crack. She hesitated for a moment and reached out to push the door open, but Lu Xiangqian stopped her.

"Comrade Feng, don't go in yet. The doctor is still treating Lao Zhou's injuries, and the scene is bound to be a bit unsightly. Don't scare you."

Feng Mingshu's heart clenched, and she asked, "Is it serious?"

Lu Xiangqian glanced at her and chuckled, "Whether it's serious or not, it's the second time. Anyway, she won't die."

Feng Mingshu was overwhelmed with guilt again: "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"Comrade Feng, I know you're unaware of the situation," Lu Xiangqian interrupted her, his expression turning serious. "But to be honest, you're not a good match for Lao Zhou. He comes from the countryside, never went to school, and never had enough to eat. At fifteen, he begged a passing unit that was suppressing bandits to take him in. He started as a cook, but after surviving gunfire and crawling through piles of corpses, he became a battalion commander and got this opportunity for further training. You, on the other hand, are a city girl, raised on milk, educated in modern schools, knowledgeable, cultured, and beautiful. If you wanted, many men would fight to marry you. But if Zhou Jinshan marries you, his future will be over, and he might even be discharged and return to his hometown. Then, the two of you might not be able to make it work."

Feng Mingshu listened quietly, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

Seeing her like this, Lu Xiangqian felt a little unhappy and his words became impolite: "I tried to persuade Lao Zhou with these words, but he wouldn't listen. He even went out and worked hard for you for two nights in a row, almost losing half his life. If Comrade Feng has any conscience, please don't play him for fools."

After listening, Feng Mingshu felt that he should take the other person's advice and have a better conscience, so he thanked him and turned to leave.

Lu Xiangqian was dumbfounded. He had considered many possible reactions from Feng Mingshu, but he never imagined that she would simply walk away. That was just too heartless!

He caught up with him and questioned, "Comrade Feng, are you just going to leave like this?"

Feng Mingshu stopped and looked at Lu Xiangqian, saying, "You're right, I'm not suitable for him. I'll go to the nurses' station to borrow paper and pen to write him a letter. Please give it to him after he wakes up."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiangqian became genuinely anxious, grabbing his hair and saying, "Comrade Feng, what I just said was to tell you that Lao Zhou has had a tough time, that he's truly sincere towards you, and that I hope you can cherish his feelings, treat each other well, and stop making a mess of things..."

Feng Mingshu interrupted calmly: "If Comrade Lu is unwilling to help me pass it on, I will leave the letter at the nurses' station."

“…Okay, I’ll pass it on for you, but I have a small request.” Lu Xiangqian raised a finger, looking nervous.

Feng Mingshu nodded: "Please go ahead."

Lu Xiangqian quickly said, "Please don't tell Lao Zhou that I'm the one who ruined your relationship."