Chapter 115 He's definitely not her biological son (Part 2)
Jiang Zhizhi's heart leaped into her throat, filled with a hint of anticipation.
No way? Zhou Xiye has finally figured it out?
As a result, the dark figure shifted slightly and then lay down quietly!
Jiang Zhizhi propped her chin up and stared at Zhou Xiye lying down. Had she misunderstood?
The curtains didn't block out the light, and the faint light from outside shone in, making the room seem a little brighter.
Jiang Zhizhi had adapted to the darkness and could vaguely make out Zhou Xiye's outline. He was lying flat, his profile sharp and angular. Perhaps it was because the room was dark and her eyes couldn't see clearly, that her other senses became more acute.
She felt Zhou Xiye's chilling aura enveloping her tightly.
She carefully scratched her ear, her little face flushed; without even looking, you could tell it was probably bright red.
After scratching for a while, she suppressed the shyness that had just risen in her heart, propped her chin up with one hand, and carefully reached out with her right hand to poke Zhou Xiye's arm: "Zhou Xiye, are you asleep?"
How could Zhou Xiye possibly fall asleep? Sharing a bed with a girl for the first time was even more nerve-wracking than firing the first shot back then.
But the darkness provided the best camouflage, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "No."
But they didn't stop her little paws, afraid of accidentally aggravating the injury on her shoulder.
Jiang Zhizhi said "Oh," and then, "Shall we chat for a while?"
Zhou Xiye remained motionless: "What are you talking about?"
Jiang Zhizhi had too many questions: "How many years have you been in the army?"
"Eleven years."
Jiang Zhizhi exclaimed, "Wow! You joined the army at seventeen? That's amazing! Have you been here all this time?"
Zhou Xiye paused for a moment: "No, I had stayed in southern Yunnan before, and later I went to the southern border once during a rotation."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhizhi realized that these were all places prone to border conflicts and also the most difficult to navigate: "How many times have you been home? Did your family not know you were injured before?"
Zhou Xiye remained silent, pondering how best to phrase it.
Jiang Zhizhi changed the subject: "Who named you? Why is your name Zhou Xiye?"
Zhou Xiye gently moved to the side before speaking: "It was my grandfather who started it, Xiye from Chai Jing, Xiye Caotang Dong, Gaofeng Ci Wolong."
Jiang Zhizhi exclaimed, "Grandpa is so cultured! Zhou Xiye, do you have a nickname? We can't keep calling you Xiye when you were a cute little baby. Xiye? That's not cute at all!"
Zhou Xiye remained silent; he really didn't have a nickname.
Jiang Zhizhi was getting tired from resting her chin on her hand, so she simply lay down on her side and chatted with Zhou Xiye in a casual manner.
Zhou Xiye's answers were simple; sometimes she would remain silent, but she didn't mind, since she preferred to talk anyway.
As she finished speaking, her voice gradually softened, and finally, filled with sleepiness, she finished speaking and, without waiting for Zhou Xiye's response, had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Zhou Xiye listened to Jiang Zhizhi's shallow and long breaths before he moved his stiff body slightly.
Listening to the chirping of autumn insects outside the window and the soft breathing around him, he felt unexpectedly calm.
Taking advantage of this calm, he thought about many things, especially about the border war.
I don't know when, but I also closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Zhou Xiye felt as if he had just fallen asleep when his leg was kicked, and then a restless foot started kicking around and then, taking advantage of the situation, reached inside.
Immediately afterwards, his blanket was pulled back, and he slipped into a soft, delicate body.
Zhou Xiye tensed up, reaching out to push away the person who was leaning over him, but he was afraid of touching her shoulder. His hand remained outstretched in mid-air, letting Jiang Zhizhi's head rub against his neck again and again. Finally, she found a comfortable position and continued to snore.
Her legs pressed down on him forcefully.
Zhou Xiye helplessly lowered his hand, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried hard to suppress the restlessness that his body shouldn't have.
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Jiang Zhizhi slept very well, although her sleep quality is usually quite good.
It's the kind of sleep where you can be chatting one second and then fall into a deep sleep like a baby the next.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside. There were people talking, neighbors were busy making breakfast, and children were shouting.
Jiang Zhizhi hadn't seen her neighbors on either side yesterday, so she was a little curious about the commotion outside.
Looking around, Zhou Xiye had gotten up and gone out at some point, and the quilt was already folded into a neat square.
I got up and ruffled my slightly messy short hair.
There was no one in the outer room either. On the small dining table was a large bowl of chicken soup, two cornbread buns, and a plate of pickled vegetable shreds. There was a note next to the bowl that read: I'm going to the military region. If you're bored after dinner, you can go chat with your sister-in-law.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, penetrating the paper; it's the kind of font Jiang Zhizhi likes.
Jiang Zhizhi touched the outside of the large bowl; it was still a little hot. Zhou Xiye must have heated the chicken soup before leaving.
She carried the washbasin out to wash up with one hand.
The two women who were cooking on both sides greeted Jiang Zhizhi kindly and politely when they saw her, and then busied themselves urging their children to eat and go to school.
On an early autumn morning, the mist was thinning, the leaves on the roadside trees were turning yellow, and the neighbors were bustling with activity. The sounds of pots and pans, adults shouting, and children playing mingled together, making the slightly cool morning exceptionally lively.
Jiang Zhizhi was momentarily dazed; the scene seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it before.
After a quick wash, Jiang Zhizhi went back and leisurely ate breakfast.
I washed the dishes and planned to go for a walk outside. I've been to the city several times, but something unexpected always happens, so I haven't had a proper chance to explore.
Just as she finished packing and was about to leave, Tian Aiqin rushed over and said, "Xiao Jiang, your father is injured. You need to go and see him right away."
Jiang Zhizhi was stunned. Jiang Zhenhua, who had just been sent back two days ago, was suddenly injured?
She rushed out of the house: "What happened? My dad was fine the day before yesterday! Is he seriously injured?"
Tian Aiqin was unsure: "My fifth daughter has a bit of a cold. I went to the hospital to get her some medicine. When I came out of the hospital, I saw your father being carried in, so I quickly came over to tell you. You should go and see him right away."
Jiang Zhizhi didn't have time to say more: "Sister-in-law, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to the hospital to get checked out first."
Regardless, Jiang Zhenhua treated her very well, so she should go and see him.
Tian Aiqin locked the door for her and then reminded her from behind, "Take it easy and be careful of your wound."
Jiang Zhizhi easily found Song Wanying and Sun Xiaoyue, who were waiting in the emergency room, along with the farm staff who had accompanied them.
Sun Xiaoyue lowered her head, tightly holding Song Wanying's arm, and cried softly, while Song Wanying's face turned pale, and her lips trembled with fear.
Jiang Zhizhi was quite puzzled. Sun Xiaoyue didn't go to work every day, so how did she have so much time to run around everywhere?
Jiang Zhenhua's hospitalization this time is probably inseparable from her.
Frowning, he went over to the staff and asked, "What happened to my dad? He was fine the day before yesterday, how come he's suddenly in the hospital?"
The staff didn't know the specifics either: "He was injured while herding cattle. He has a serious abdominal wound and has lost a lot of blood. He is currently receiving emergency treatment."
Jiang Zhizhi was even more puzzled: "How could someone get such a serious injury while herding cattle? Who was there at the time?"
The staff member shook his head, looking at Song Wanying and Sun Xiaoyue: "With the two of them here, we received the news and immediately sent Comrade Jiang to the hospital."
Song Wanying was getting annoyed. She was already worried, and then Jiang Zhizhi questioned her like this. She looked up and said in a sharp tone, "Zhizhi, what do you mean? Do you suspect that Xiaoyue and I harmed your father? If Niu is crazy, what can we do?"
Jiang Zhizhi looked at Sun Xiaoyue, who was crying with a handkerchief over her face. She believed that if it weren't for her, Niu would have gone mad.
But with her around, things aren't so simple when Niu Feng is in a frenzy!
Staring at Song Wanying: "How could the cow go crazy so conveniently?"
Song Wanying was furious: "Jiang Zhizhi, that's enough! Do you think everyone is as malicious as you? Xiaoyue came to see me and your father, and she brought a lot of things. And what about you? We've been in the countryside for so long, have you even visited once?"
"Your dad always protects you, but he's blind. He can't see that you're an ingrate."
Jiang Zhizhi stared intently at Song Wanying, ignoring her angry outbursts, and pressed her for details: "What did Sun Xiaoyue send?"
Sun Xiaoyue finally couldn't hold back any longer. Clutching her handkerchief, she glared at Jiang Zhizhi with red eyes: "What do you suspect? Jiang Zhizhi, you can't possibly suspect that I made Niu go crazy, can you? This is my own father, how could I be so vicious?"
Song Wanying was so angry that she felt dizzy. She shouted, "Enough, Jiang Zhizhi, if you don't want to stay here, you can get out."
The emergency room door suddenly opened, and a doctor rushed out: "Quick, the injured person needs a blood transfusion. Who has type B blood? Come here quickly!"
Jiang Zhizhi reached out and lifted Sun Xiaoyue, pushing her in front of the doctor: "Doctor, she's fine. She's my dad's biological daughter, so her blood type is definitely a match."
Sun Xiaoyue panicked. How could she have forgotten about blood type? And in her previous life, Jiang Zhenhua hadn't been injured.
She quickly shook her head: "No, no, I can't get a blood transfusion."
Jiang Zhizhi was a little taller than Sun Xiaoyue. At this moment, she tightly gripped the back of Sun Xiaoyue's neck with her left hand and pushed her towards the doctor: "Why not? No one is more suitable than you, unless you are not Dad's biological daughter. Doctor, hurry up and match her with the appropriate tissue."
Sun Xiaoyue panicked. Her blood type was different from both Jiang Zhenhua's and Song Wanying's. This blood type matching would definitely give her away.
Struggling, he cried to Song Wanying, "Mom, Mom, I can't get a blood transfusion."
Song Wanying's mind was a little blank. It was just a blood transfusion, so why was Sun Xiaoyue so resistant? "Xiaoyue, you have to save your dad!"
Sun Xiaoyue shook her head vigorously: "No, Mom, no, I'm pregnant! I can't get a blood transfusion."
As she spoke, she forced out tears and struggled to grab Song Wanying's arm.
Upon hearing this, the doctor frowned and said, "A pregnant woman is definitely not an option. You need to contact them immediately; the injured person can't wait."
How could Jiang Zhizhi let Sun Xiaoyue get away? If she missed such a good opportunity, how would she find something to use against Sun Xiaoyue next time?
Moreover, Sun Xiaoyue's panic indicates that she knows her blood type is different from Jiang Zhenhua's.
The subordinate exerted force, rendering Sun Xiaoyue unable to move: "Doctor, first test if she's pregnant. If she's not pregnant, proceed with blood typing. Otherwise, where are we going to find a suitable blood type so quickly?"
He glared at Sun Xiaoyue and said, "You're pregnant out of wedlock, so you can't keep this child. Why don't you take advantage of this blood transfusion for Dad and just get rid of the child too?"
Song Wanying was completely taken aback; her mind went blank. How could Sun Xiaoyue suddenly be pregnant?
Who will give Jiang Zhenhua a blood transfusion?
Sun Xiaoyue insisted on refusing, but Jiang Zhizhi pressed her to get a blood transfusion.
The scene became somewhat chaotic, and the doctor was both anxious and angry: "What's going on with you? Are you the patient's family members? The patient's condition is very urgent. Instead of making a scene, you should hurry up and find some type B blood."
Song Wanying snapped out of her daze and went over to tightly grasp Sun Xiaoyue's hand: "Xiaoyue, you're not married yet, you can't keep this child. Zhizhi is right, you should go and give your father a blood transfusion first, and then abort this child."
“You’re not married yet. How will you face people if you have a child? Listen to your mother, save your father first.”
Sun Xiaoyue was terrified: "Mom... the doctor said I can't have blood transfusions during pregnancy. Mom, are you trying to kill me?"
Jiang Zhizhi sneered: "How did you know you were pregnant? Get a checkup first!"
Song Wanying immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, Xiaoyue, let's check first, maybe she's not pregnant?"
Jiang Zhizhi pushed Sun Xiaoyue: "Doctor, hurry up and check. If she's not pregnant, get a tissue matching done right away."
Sun Xiaoyue was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only be forced by Jiang Zhizhi to go inside and check if she was pregnant.
Just as Jiang Zhizhi had expected, she wasn't pregnant at all.
Jiang Zhizhi sneered: "Congratulations, you don't have to worry about being pregnant out of wedlock and being talked about behind your back. You, it's just a blood test, why do you have to make up such a lie?"
Sun Xiaoyue glared at Jiang Zhizhi: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Jiang Zhizhi smiled as she watched the doctor draw Sun Xiaoyue's blood for matching.
He wondered what would happen if Sun Xiaoyue couldn't give Jiang Zhenhua a blood transfusion.
We should also give her a blood test, just in case she really is Jiang Zhenhua's biological daughter.
The blood test results came back quickly, and the doctor came out with an even deeper frown: "What nonsense are you spouting? How can you give type A blood to type B blood? Luckily, some soldiers from the hospital came for physical examinations and were able to receive the transfusions, otherwise the patients would have been killed by you!"
He handed the test results to Song Wanying and then turned back to the emergency room.
Jiang Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Song Wanying staring intently at the test results, and then looking at Sun Xiaoyue's ashen face, she was somewhat satisfied with the result.
Song Wanying stared at the test results for a long time, then looked up at Sun Xiaoyue: "I have type O blood, we will never have a child with type A blood! Who are you? You are not our biological daughter at all."
With tears in her eyes, Sun Xiaoyue made a last-ditch effort: "Mom, maybe the hospital made a mistake?"
She turned and glared at Jiang Zhizhi: "Was this your doing? You forced me in, did you plan this all along? You're just jealous of me, so you set up such a big trap to harm me."
"Your demeanor just now clearly indicated that you knew the outcome; it must have been you. Zhou Xiye has close ties with this hospital; could it be that he helped you?"
Jiang Zhizhi was truly amazed, witnessing the ability to turn the tables even when things had reached this point.
But after hesitating for a moment, Song Wanying believed it and stared at Jiang Zhizhi: "Zhizhi, is it really you? You really disappoint me. How could you make such a mistake? Do you want your father to die?"
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