How can you be so carefree?

As Li Qiuju hit him, she said, "This is a head, not a hand or a leg."

"What are we supposed to do if something serious goes wrong?!"

Zhou Sui seized the opportunity to say, "Dad, Mom is right. Saving money shouldn't be done this way. Health is the most important thing and can't be taken lightly."

"I know, I understand." Zhou Dayong nodded vigorously. He didn't really think there was a problem; it was just that the big bag looked intimidating.

The car stopped at the hospital entrance, and Zhou Sui led the people to register, have X-rays taken, and then wait for the results.

The family sat on the stools by the door. Zhou Sui glanced at the clock in the corridor; it was already past seven.

She walked over to Song Qi'an, who was standing at the far end, and said, "Thank you for coming with us. It's getting late. Let's find somewhere to eat first."

It will take some time to get the results; not everyone needs to wait here.

Song Qi'an glanced at his watch and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

"Uncle's condition makes it unwise for him to move around unnecessarily."

Zhou Sui quickly waved her hand, "I'm not hungry."

"How about this, you and Ah Xu go eat first."

Zhou Xu had been frequently visiting the Zhao family in the past few days and was quite familiar with Song Qi'an, so inviting them to dinner together wouldn't be impolite.

"Don't worry about me, I ate out and came back."

Song Qi'an was actually a little surprised by Zhou Sui's reaction, but the eighteen-year-old girl was very calm except when she was in the car.

Especially the way she walks around the hospital with her family, and how she handles interpersonal relationships now.

She seems quite mature and sensible, but she also makes people feel sorry for her.

Song Qi'an took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket. "You've sweated a lot on your nose, wipe it off."

Zhou Sui reached out and touched it, and it really was true. She wouldn't have known if Song Qi'an hadn't told her.

"It's clean; I haven't used it yet." The pristine white handkerchief was pushed forward a little further.

Zhou Sui took the handkerchief and wiped her nose and forehead.

“These days, very few people use handkerchiefs. I didn’t expect you to still carry one with you.”

Song Qi'an gave a helpless smile. "Actually, I didn't know I had a handkerchief on me. I just reached out and touched it."

“My mom is used to using handkerchiefs and likes to stuff one into the clothes I wear the next day.”

He usually takes things back the same way he brings them out, but I never expected them to come in handy today.

Thinking of Zhao Wenxiu's gentle and elegant appearance, Zhou Sui felt that having this handkerchief was not surprising.

"I'll buy you a new one next time." Zhou Sui put the handkerchief back into her pocket.

“No need, I’m a grown man, I don’t need a handkerchief.” Song Qi’an refused quickly.

Zhou Sui suddenly imagined a scene of Song Qi'an wiping his face with a handkerchief.

Well, he's not bad-looking. Paired with his ascetic-style suit, he probably has a bit of an androgynous beauty.

"Zhou Dayong, is Zhou Dayong here?" Just then, a voice called out from the doctor's office.

"They're here, they're here."

The results should be out by now.

After a doctor's diagnosis, Zhou Dayong was found to have a mild concussion, and he experienced symptoms such as dizziness and nausea.

But he had excellent patience and spoke to everyone as if nothing was wrong, showing no signs of anything amiss.

He only told the truth when questioned by the doctor.

The doctor prescribed some medicine and explained the precautions before letting them leave.

"Dad, you wait here, I'll go get the medicine."

While Zhou Xu went to get the medicine, Li Qiuju and Zhang Cui went to the phone booth outside to call home and let them know they were safe.

Only Zhou Sui, Song Qi'an, and Zhou Dayong remained in the hall.

Zhou Dayong was particularly curious about this man, but he didn't have the chance to find out more.

"Child, which family are you from? You look somewhat familiar, but I can't quite place you."

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Song Qi'an."

"Zhao Wenxiu is my mother, and Zhao Fengshou is my maternal grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dayong immediately remembered, "Oh, it's you, kid. You've grown so big."

"You must be twenty years old this year, right?"

Song Qi'an nodded.

Zhou Dayong then asked, "I remember you went to join the army, didn't you? And you were discharged?"

"Yes, I just retired from the military last year."

Zhou Dayong looked him over and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. You can tell he's been in the military. He has a really good physique."

"I remember you lived in the city, why are you in the village?"

Zhou Sui gently tugged at Zhou Dayong's sleeve, signaling him not to ask so many questions.

Others might not know about the Song family's affairs, but she had witnessed them twice. Her intuition told her that Zhao Wenxiu's living in the village was Song Qi'an's doing.

"My mom is homesick, so she's coming back to stay for a while longer," he tells everyone.

Zhou Dayong nodded, and Zhou Sui thought he had received her hint, but she didn't expect Zhou Dayong to say something surprising next.

"Xiao Song, are you dating our Sui Sui?"

"Cough cough cough." Zhou Sui was so startled that she choked on her own saliva.

"Dad, what are you saying?!"

Seeing his daughter's strong reaction, Zhou Dayong realized that he might have said something wrong.

"No? Could it be that Dad saw wrong?"

But he clearly saw that Song Qi'an's eyes followed his daughter's movements.

Zhou Sui was so embarrassed she wished she could dig out a three-bedroom apartment and crawl into it. "Dad, please stop talking nonsense!"

Song Qi'an's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent, and Zhou Sui was too ashamed to even look at him.

It's one thing to trouble someone for help, but to let them hear such rumors is another.

"Dad, the doctor said that people with concussions shouldn't talk too much. From now on, you can't speak."

To prevent Zhou Dayong from saying anything more shocking, Zhou Sui started talking nonsense.

"Did the doctor say that?" Zhou Dayong asked, recalling what the doctor had said.

"I did," Zhou Sui nodded firmly. "The doctor specifically told me to do it when I went to get the prescription."

"Dad, you can't speak anymore from now on, or you'll have a headache at night."

Zhou Sui earnestly deceived Zhou Dayong, successfully shutting him up, though his eyes still lingered on Song Qi'an.

Fortunately, Zhou Xu returned with the medicine at that moment, and the four of them walked outside.

Song Qi'an was a step behind and caught up with Zhou Sui. "I don't remember there being a saying that you can't talk after a concussion."

When Zhou Sui looked up, she met his ambiguous, half-smiling gaze.

Zhou Sui could fool Zhou Dayong, but when facing Song Qi'an, she felt inexplicably short of breath.

Just because you don't remember doesn't mean it didn't happen.

She refused to believe that Song Qi'an could find a doctor to verify it now.

Feeling guilty and embarrassed, she didn't dare walk alongside Song Qi'an. After saying those words, Zhou Sui ran a few steps faster.

"Ah Xu, you guys go to the car first, I'm going to find Mom and Second Aunt."

The atmosphere on the return trip was much more relaxed, and everyone became more talkative.

Only two people remained silent: Zhou Dayong and Zhou Sui.

The former is following the doctor's orders.

The latter is out of guilt.