Chapter 110 I Like You (Part 2)
Jiang Zhizhi had a very long dream in which she returned to her own world and was brought home by her adoptive parents.
She was nine years old that year. Her adoptive parents became bereaved parents after their daughter had an accident. Although they were adopted, they loved her wholeheartedly.
Despite her mischievousness, she was still educated with great patience, and nurtured according to her interests.
Sadly, her wonderful adoptive parents died in a car accident on the very day she was admitted to university.
She hadn't dreamed of her adoptive parents for a long time. In her dream, they were still there, holding her hand and urging her to study hard. Her adoptive father lovingly stroked her head and said, "No matter what, never wrong yourself. Knowing that happiness is the most important thing is to be happy."
Jiang Zhizhi couldn't help but choke up. She wasn't usually a crybaby, but now, with tears welling up in her eyes, she looked at her adoptive parents. She had so much to say, but she couldn't make a sound, which made her shake her head anxiously.
Zhou Xiye looked at Jiang Zhizhi, who was still restless on the hospital bed, stretching out her hands and grabbing at the air, and shaking her head to turn over.
He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, took her hand, and gently pressed her shoulder to keep her from moving: "Zhizhi? Be quiet, be careful not to scratch your wound."
Even now, the memory of her collapsing in my arms still sends shivers down my spine.
The warm blood on his hands almost made him catch his breath, and the sudden, excruciating pain even made his brain stop thinking for a couple of seconds.
Fortunately, the shooter was not very skilled, and the bullet lost some resistance as it grazed the car door before entering Jiang Zhizhi's shoulder blade.
In her daze, Jiang Zhizhi heard a deep, gentle voice speaking.
She pouted sadly and whimpered, "Daddy, it hurts so much."
Zhou Xiye was stunned for a moment, unsure whether Jiang Zhizhi was talking in her sleep or was already fully conscious. He tried to let go of Jiang Zhizhi's hand, but she grabbed his three fingers tightly with her own.
She pulled hard, pressed it against her face, closed her eyes, and rubbed it against the back of his hand.
Looking at her, Zhou Xiye felt a little soft-hearted, stopped what he was doing, and let her hold his hand tightly.
When Xiao Minglei entered the ward and saw this scene, he wasn't too surprised. After all, Zhou Xiye had just rushed into the hospital carrying Jiang Zhizhi, who was covered in blood. The usually cold and composed Zhou Xiye was flustered at that moment, and his voice trembled almost imperceptibly: "Quick, doctor, save him."
For a moment, he thought Jiang Zhizhi was seriously injured, but it turned out that the bullet had only penetrated two inches into her shoulder blade.
Compared to Zhou Xiye's previous injuries, this can only be considered a minor injury.
Xiao Minglei quietly took two steps toward the center of the ward: "Zhang Zhao called again. He led people to check that forest. Because the construction unit hasn't gone in since you left, many villagers have also gone up the mountain. There are a lot of footprints left in the past two days."
"However, there are two cigarette butts on the ground. They are Daqianmen cigarette butts. No one in the village smokes this kind of cigarette. They all buy tobacco leaves to roll their own cigarettes or smoke dry tobacco."
"But I remember that Bian Zhan used to smoke Daqianmen cigarettes, and only Daqianmen."
Zhou Xiye shook his head: "It couldn't be him. If it were him, Zhizhi wouldn't be alive today. Besides, a qualified sniper wouldn't leave any trace."
Xiao Minglei sighed: "It's all just speculation. Political Commissar Li has already gone over to arrange the rotation. His idea is that you stay in the city so you can take care of your sister-in-law and also find out the truth about this matter."
"Since the other party wants to play, let's play with him properly in the city."
Just as Zhou Xiye was about to speak, he felt a slight itch and dampness in his palm.
Turning his head, he saw Jiang Zhizhi with her eyes closed, actually licking his palm, her little pink tongue peeking out...
This girl...
To prevent her from causing trouble, he reached out and pinched her cheeks to keep her still before looking at Xiao Minglei and saying, "I'll come find you in a bit and we'll discuss this in more detail."
Xiao Minglei assumed that Zhou Xiye was worried about disturbing Jiang Zhizhi's rest, and nodded: "Okay, I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on Bian Xiaoxiao and her daughter. We'll let you know as soon as there's any news."
After saying that, he went out and carefully closed the ward door.
Hearing the door close, Jiang Zhizhi turned her head and began to struggle, whimpering.
Zhou Xiye let go, carefully protecting her to prevent her from straining too much and aggravating her wound: "Why are you so naughty? Can't you even behave yourself when you're injured?"
Jiang Zhizhi struggled, her face turning red. Zhou Xiye helped her sit up, but she still accidentally aggravated her wound, making her wince in pain.
Zhou Xiye supported her arm: "Slow down, the injury is on your shoulder blade. Don't move your right arm too much, or the wound will open up."
Jiang Zhizhi's eyes darted around as she stared intently at Zhou Xiye.
Zhou Xiye was a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Zhizhi pouted: "It hurts! Before I fainted, I asked you to kiss me, but you definitely didn't! Otherwise, it wouldn't hurt so much."
Zhou Xiye was exasperated. Even though he was injured, he still couldn't resist spouting nonsense. He could only change the subject: "Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat?"
Jiang Zhizhi reached out even faster, grabbing Zhou Xiye's fingers in one swift motion: "Am I now your savior? If I repay this life-saving grace with my body, then you're mine from now on, right?"
Zhou Xiye gave up and let her hold his hand: "I'll go get you some food first, so you can recover properly. We can talk about the rest when we get home."
Jiang Zhizhi burst out laughing, her eyebrows curving into crescents, her eyes shining brightly from the tears that had just welled up in them.
Zhou Xiye was momentarily distracted before pulling his hand away to help Jiang Zhizhi pull the blanket up. He then went out to see what he could buy for her to replenish her energy.
Before leaving, she said with concern, "If you need anything, just call the nurse, and I'll be right back."
Jiang Zhizhi waved her little hand happily: "Go ahead, go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back quietly here."
...
After leaving the ward, Zhou Xiye went to find Xiao Minglei first. After chatting about some business, he changed the subject: "Do you still have any sugar coupons?"
Xiao Minglei was taken aback: "Yes, you've used up yours?"
Come to think of it, the wedding candies should have been used up by the time they were distributed that day.
He took out his wallet from his pocket, intending to find the sugar coupons to give to Zhou Xiye, but Zhou Xiye stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the industrial coupons too."
Without waiting for Xiao Minglei's reply, he reached out and took it.
Xiao Minglei sighed a few times: "I'm saving up to buy a bicycle at the end of the year."
Zhou Xiye had already put the tickets away: "I'll return them to you at the end of the year."
Xiao Minglei was somewhat amused and exasperated: "You're not thinking of buying something for your sister-in-law, are you?"
Zhou Xiye ignored him, left his office, and headed straight for the supply and marketing cooperative.
On the way, he suddenly remembered the photo Jiang Zhizhi had stuffed into his pocket. He hadn't had a chance to look at it yet. He looked down at the bloodstains on his shirt pocket, which had now dried.
Slow down and carefully take out the photo.
The photo, about a quarter the size of a palm, is a half-body shot of Jiang Zhizhi.
She smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, her eyes shining, but half of her face was soaked in blood.
Zhou Xiye, who was not superstitious, felt that the dark bloodstain was somewhat ominous. He rubbed it vigorously with his thumb a few times, trying to wipe away the bloodstain, but it was of no use.
With a slightly cold expression, he took out a handkerchief, carefully wrapped the photo, and put it back into the upper left pocket of his jacket.
Zhou Xiye went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two jin of brown sugar and a can of milk powder.
I went to the cafeteria next door and bought a bowl of wontons and two meat buns.
After thinking about it, he finally went back to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a bag of colorful candies.
...
When he returned to the ward, Jiang Zhizhi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, chatting happily with two nurses.
He also had a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand, which he didn't know where they came from.
Excitedly, he pressed on, asking, "And then what? And then what happened?"
When the two nurses saw Zhou Xiye enter, they instantly became as quiet as quails. They secretly gave Jiang Zhizhi a wink, and the two quickly carried the treatment tray out.
Jiang Zhizhi was chatting animatedly, and the gossip in her eyes hadn't subsided yet. She looked up at Zhou Xiye and asked, "Why are you back so soon?"
She hadn't heard enough of the two nurses recounting Zhou Xiye's heroic deeds.
Zhou Xiye went over, put the food on the bedside table, and then fetched some warm water for Jiang Zhizhi to wash her hands.
Jiang Zhizhi stretched out both hands, frowning, "My arms hurt, I dare not move them."
Zhou Xiye could only wet a towel, sit on the edge of the bed, and carefully wipe Jiang Zhizhi's hands.
Jiang Zhizhi chuckled as she looked at Zhou Xiye, whose lowered eyebrows, high nose bridge, thin chin, and thin lips made his features appear even more sharp and angular, like snow on a mountain peak or the moon in a lake, aloof and unapproachable.
What surprised her even more was that Zhou Xiye's skin was surprisingly good. Although it was a bit dark, it didn't have any large pores and was actually very smooth.
My mind started to wander a little. Does this kind of skin feel as smooth as chocolate?
Just as she was thinking this, her restless little paws were raised, but Zhou Xiye anticipated it and pressed them down with his hand: "You're done wiping, it's time to eat."
He got up, placed a small table in front of Jiang Zhizhi, put the lunchbox on it, and handed the chopsticks to Jiang Zhizhi.
Jiang Zhizhi raised her hand, cried out "Ouch!" and her face instantly scrunched up like a bitter gourd as she looked pitifully at Zhou Xiye: "My arm hurts, I can't hold the chopsticks."
Zhou Xiye remained silent and glanced at Jiang Zhizhi's left hand.
How stubborn I was when I first broke ties with myself! My right hand was in a cast, but my left hand could not only eat, but also draw and write.
She didn't dare say it aloud, resignedly moved the small table downstairs, and took the lunchbox to feed Jiang Zhizhi.
Jiang Zhizhi was satisfied and smiled brightly.
Zhou Xiye had taken care of patients and fed them, but they were all men. Even combined, none of them were as difficult to please as Jiang Zhizhi.
He picked up a wonton that was no longer hot and fed it to Jiang Zhizhi's mouth, but the girl pouted and insisted that he blow on it, saying that it was too hot to eat.
Zhou Xiye compromised once again, blew on it, and then held it to Jiang Zhizhi's lips.
Jiang Zhizhi then ate it with a big smile.
She was testing Zhou Xiye's bottom line step by step, like a playful cat scratching at him with its claws.
...
Bian Xiaoxiao also knew that Jiang Zhizhi was injured and hospitalized. At this moment, she was sitting in the office, listening to two nurses who had just returned from the ward talking about Jiang Zhizhi.
"Captain Zhou's wife is so cute, her skin is so soft, I want to reach out and pinch it."
"She has a great personality too. When I was checking her wound, I accidentally touched her a little too hard, but she said it was okay."
"So, she and Captain Zhou are really a perfect match. Captain Zhou is serious and doesn't like to talk, while his wife is lively and enthusiastic. That's what you call complementary."
"Yes, yes, I really like her. When I get home tonight, I'll ask my mom to boil two eggs for my sister-in-law tomorrow."
The two of them also noticed Bian Xiaoxiao, and they were still happily discussing her when they entered the office.
Bian Xiaoxiao's hand holding the pen was trembling, and her face was contorted.
She saw Zhou Xiye carrying Jiang Zhizhi into the operating room, but she didn't know why the hospital didn't arrange for her to perform the surgery on Jiang Zhizhi. Instead, they arranged for another doctor whose professional skills were not as good as hers.
Thinking of Zhou Xiye's worried and anxious expression at the time, she felt even more resentful.
Why is it that Jiang Zhizhi can get Zhou Xiye's attention?
What's wrong with her?
She has a better education than Jiang Zhizhi, is a doctor, and is just as good-looking as Jiang Zhizhi. Why can't Zhou Xiye take a look at her?
When I got off work and went to my dormitory, my mother had already prepared dinner: "I heard Jiang Zhizhi was injured? What happened?"
Bian Xiaoxiao didn't want to hear Jiang Zhizhi's reply: "I don't know, I was shot."
Wang Qinglan fell silent, feeling uneasy. She had already asked her husband in Beijing to investigate Bian Suxi's death back then, and whether Bian Suxi had left behind a child.
If Jiang Zhizhi is really Bian Suxi's child, can the child be kept?
Bian Xiaoxiao had no appetite and went straight to bed. She had indeed hired someone to kill Jiang Zhizhi.
But this time, Jiang Zhizhi was injured, and it was clearly not because of the people she had hired; the people she had hired hadn't even had time to get to Qingquan Village yet.
Could there be someone else?
Suddenly, she remembered what her brother Bian Zhan had once told her: if she wanted to marry Zhou Xiye, he would definitely help her!
Could it be...?
Bian Xiaoxiao sat up abruptly. Her upbringing made her more perceptive than the average person.
For example, recently, the leader suddenly spoke with Wang Qinglan, and also chatted with her, asking her about things before the border war.
Logically speaking, since the person has been gone for three years, no one would deliberately mention this in front of their family. It's very unusual to bring it up now!
So, what problem did the higher-ups discover that led them to suspect that Bian Zhan was not dead?
Bian Xiaoxiao's heart pounded. Could it really be that her brother had come back to help her?
...
Jiang Zhizhi was very satisfied with Zhou Xiye's care, and he was very patient throughout.
This made her like this man even more.
She may have lacked parental love from a young age. Her adoptive parents were very good to her, but they left her early.
Therefore, if Jiang Zhizhi likes something, she will try her best to possess it, and she does the same with people.
Once you're sure you like someone, you won't hide your feelings and you'll cherish every moment you spend together.
After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhizhi pinched a green candy ball and popped it into her mouth, hissing as she frowned.
Zhou Xiye thought she had aggravated her wound again, so he quickly bent down and asked, "What's wrong? Did you touch your wound?"
Jiang Zhizhi quickly raised her left hand, hooked it around Zhou Xiye's neck, and kissed him heavily on the lips.
Zhou Xiye was slightly surprised and before he could even purse his lips, a piece of candy was instantly placed in his mouth.
Before he could react, the candy was snatched away by the soft little hook.
Zhou Xiye's mind went blank for a moment, his whole body stiffening as he remained bent over. A few seconds later, his cheeks burning, he stared at Jiang Zhizhi and hissed, "Jiang Zhizhi! You..."
Too indecent? No.
Too unreserved? Not quite.
He was so angry he was speechless.
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