Silent unrequited love
Jiang Qing didn't answer. She glanced at it twice and said disdainfully, "Take back what I'm going to do. Don't do it again."
"Okay, sister." He Feipeng smoothly put the money back into his trouser pocket.
No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. He doesn't mind that it is wet, and he doesn't mind him either.
At this moment, the red light above the emergency room suddenly went out.
The door opened, and the sound of the doctor walking out instantly attracted the full attention of the two people in the corridor.
Jiang Qing ran over and asked, "Doctor, what's going on?"
"The patient is fine now. He needs to be hospitalized for observation. He can be discharged if he has no abnormal symptoms."
As the doctor spoke, he took two steps back to make way for the patient being pushed out from behind.
Song Yao lay on the transfer bed with a pale face, the black crow feathers cast fine shadows under her eyelids, her mouth and nose were connected to the ventilator, and her chest was rising and falling weakly.
The medical staff who followed them greeted Jiang Qing and He Feipeng and asked, "Who are you and the patient?"
"Friends." Jiang Qing said the same thing.
The medical staff paused for a moment, holding the pen in their notebook. "The emergency room fee includes the special operation fee, ambulance fee, and in-hospital emergency room fee, totaling 468 yuan."
"Are you going to help her pay first or..."
"I'll pay it first," Jiang Qing quickly took out five hundred yuan from her pocket and asked tentatively, "I heard a doctor say she needs to be hospitalized for observation. Can the hospitalization fee be paid later?"
The medical staff glanced at the two of them. They were already used to this kind of situation. "You need to pay a deposit before you can be admitted to the hospital. This is the hospital's policy. According to the patient's situation, please pay 100 yuan first. Any excess will be refunded, and any shortfall will be supplemented."
Jiang Qing felt her pocket, but only found eleven yuan and fifty cents.
She looked at He Feipeng silently.
He Feipeng: ...
He took out the stuck-together banknotes from his trouser pocket again, counted them out one by one, and put them into Jiang Qing's open palm.
After he finished playing, seeing that Jiang Qing was still looking at him, he turned out his two trouser pockets and motioned for her to look at it herself.
"Sister, I really have nothing left. I only have twelve dollars and thirty cents."
The two looked at each other.
The medical staff was silent for a long time as he looked at the wet and dimes piled up in front of him.
"Come with me, let's go through the hospitalization procedures first. The deposit is 50 yuan."
Jiang Qing counted on her fingers and was surprised to find that, in this way, the two of them would still have five yuan and eighty cents left.
The medical staff wrote a certificate by hand and handed it to the two people.
"Take this and go down to pay the bill. It's best to contact her family before tonight and have them bring the patient's ID card or medical insurance." He looked up and instructed, "And by the way, I'll return the money to you."
After thanking the doctor, Jiang Qing ran downstairs to pay the bill.
She deliberately placed the wet banknotes one by one on the counter and handed them to the cashier who looked at her in surprise, while keeping the intact banknotes for herself.
When she returned to the ward, she saw He Feipeng, who she had sent to take care of the patient, looking at her eagerly.
Jiang Qing covered her pockets warily, "There's no share for you, forget it."
She still has a use for this money.
Seeing this, He Feipeng sighed and reluctantly withdrew his reluctant gaze.
Jiang Qing walked over and asked, "Are you still awake?"
"The doctor said it will be soon." He Feipeng glanced at the sick beauty on the bed, wondering when this soon would be.
"Sister, I did what I promised you last time."
"It's been a rumor in our area that he stays at home all day, leaving early and returning late. I think," He Feipeng turned to report on his work progress, "he's planning to move."
Jiang Qing was surprised, "You came out so soon?"
He Feipeng said helplessly: "Sister, this kind of thing usually won't last long unless there are serious consequences."
"But because of his bad reputation, the company fired him. It's just a pity for his wife and children. Now they stay at home all day and dare not go out," He Feipeng said with anger. "You say this kind of person, who looks like a decent person but does nothing and always drags others down, has no nerve."
He Feipeng was so indignant that he wanted to spit in Pan Xinfa's face.
Seeing this, Jiang Qing quickly asked him, "You haven't been discovered, have you?"
"Of course not. I have a wide network of contacts in that area. By the time he found out, people were spreading the news everywhere, and he couldn't catch me." He Feipeng could confidently say that in their area, there was nothing he couldn't handle.
Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
She was afraid that He Feipeng would be exposed in an impulsive move, so she would rather be a little more troublesome and cautious than worry about being targeted by bad people.
Lying on the bed, Song Yao could vaguely hear familiar voices coming from beside her.
Who is it?
Who is talking in her ear?
Her eyeballs trembled violently under her eyelids. At a certain moment, Song Yao finally got rid of the heavy eyelids and opened her eyes in one go.
Her eyes were immediately fixed on the familiar girl standing in front of the bed.
It turns out it really is you.
Not a near-death hallucination.
She lay there, her algae-like hair spread out, covering the snow-white pillow. Song Yao listened quietly to their conversation.
When Jiang Qing glanced at her, she gave a faint smile.
Jiang Qing: "!! When did you wake up? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"
Song Yao gently grabbed Jiang Qing's clothes and shook her head.
"I..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she was stunned. Her throat was dry and painful, as if her mouth was full of sand.
Jiang Qing quickly stood up: "I'll go get you some hot water."
"Sister, let me go." He Feipeng stood up tactfully, took the paper cup and went to the corridor.
Jiang Qing sat down, looked at Song Yao, and asked, "Do you want to call your parents? We need them to bring your ID and medical insurance card. They'll need them to handle the hospitalization procedures."
Song Yao was stunned: "Hospitalization?"
"Yes," Jiang Qing said softly, "You drowned. The doctor said you need to be hospitalized for 24 hours for observation. You can be discharged if there is no serious problem."
Song Yao paused for a moment, took the phone from Jiang Qing, and entered a number that she had memorized.
"Hello--"
Without waiting for the other side to say anything, she spoke first, "I'm drowning. I'm at the city hospital. I need my ID card and medical insurance card. Can you bring them over?"
Song Yao just listened to what was said over there.
After she hung up, she returned the phone to Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing took it and asked hesitantly, "Can I ask...about your accident..."
She added urgently, "Of course, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."
Song Yao supported herself on the bed with her hands. Jiang Qing quickly helped her sit up and placed a soft pillow behind her.
"Thank you." Song Yao clasped her hands in front of her stomach and replied obediently, "Ask me anything."
Jiang Qing took in the girl's expression and, seeing that she didn't look reluctant, she said, "When I got to the bridge, they all said you...you jumped into the river."
Song Yao paused, then suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Who said that?"
"I was just passing by there, the slope by the river was a bit steep, and I accidentally slipped down."
Jiang Qing's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally stopped being anxious, and she no longer felt overwhelmed when treating Song Yao as if she were a porcelain doll.
Damn it, who knows what kind of mood she must have been in when she was faced with a person who was suspected of committing suicide and was able to speak so cautiously to test the waters.
Not bad, not bad.
Jiang Qing felt relieved and could finally rest assured.
He Feipeng just came back with a cup of hot water, and Jiang Qing shut up in time.
Song Yao saw it, she held the water cup and said to He Feipeng who was about to turn around and leave, "I don't mind."
"Besides, I heard everything just now. Thank you for what happened last time."
He Feipeng scratched his head and said uncomfortably: "It's okay, you should thank my sister, it was all my sister's idea, I'm just an errand boy."
"Alright, alright," Jiang Qing interrupted them, "Stop thanking me."
"I want to ask, what kind of person is Li Liang? How much do you know about him?" Jiang Qing asked this question impatiently.
Li Liang, a person she has never met but who is always around her.
He is involved in Song Yao's affairs, and Jiang Qing's affairs are also closely related to him.
Li Liang, what kind of person is he?
"Li Liang..."
Song Yao murmured, and a name brought her back to that gloomy rainy day.
Gangwon No. 3 Middle School is the second best school after Gangwon No. 1 Middle School, and neither of them is willing to give in to the other.
The battle to win students is destined to be a fierce war from the moment the high school entrance examination results are registered.
Of course, this is the unilateral opinion of Gangwon No. 3 Middle School.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the teaching level of Gangwon No. 1 Middle School is more than one level higher than that of Gangwon No. 3 Middle School. Those who can go to Gangwon No. 1 Middle School will not go to No. 3 Middle School, so Gangwon No. 3 Middle School can only spend real money to lure people into trying to get a bargain.
The newly appointed principal is full of ambition and is ready to make a big splash. He is determined to dazzle everyone during the college entrance examination and make the No. 3 Middle School famous.
Don’t mention it, the temptation of money is still effective.
At least, in recent years, the school has had several students achieve outstanding results. Although not as good as No. 1 Middle School, it is still much better than No. 3 Middle School in the past.
This made the principal more confident in his strategic vision, and he personally took care of the school's top players.
At the end of the first year of high school, there will be a class assessment, and all the top students will be gathered in one class for small-class teaching.
The school provides the best teachers, the best equipment, and the best treatment.
Li Liang is a top player in the seed class.
He has good grades, neat hair, often walks around campus in a white shirt, and has no bad habits.
He is not as dull and boring as the nerds in the class. He can make jokes and patiently help female classmates.
He doesn't need to have a good appearance, or outstanding performance or personal characteristics. As long as he is slightly better than other boys in some aspects, he will have many filters added to him.
What's more, Li Liang is far superior to his peers in all aspects.
All these factors combined make him extremely popular among students, especially girls.
Who can not like such a helpful, clean, good-performing and nice-natured boy?
Many girls like him, and Song Yao is no exception.
But Song Yao didn't like Li Liang because of his help, nor did she like him because she had met Li Liang and was familiar with his personality.
Just one day, a breeze blew from outside.
The sun is shining brightly, falling on the boy's hair.
At that moment, Song Yao, who was secretly practicing dancing in the corridor, caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and was hit.
And just like that, Song Yao fell in love.
She often recalls that afternoon, the warm sunshine, the gentle chirping of cicadas, and the flowing clothes.
She recalled it over and over again, and also pictured it in her mind.
She fell in love with the boy that afternoon.
Even though he didn't know.
Song Yao didn't plan to say it, she didn't want to disturb the other person.
This is a silent unrequited love.
It would be fine if the story only stopped at this moment.
Countless times afterwards, whenever Song Yao recalled the past, she would think of that gloomy rainy day.
The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.
There were sounds of footsteps, voices, and insults mixed in.
That day, she did the thing she regretted most in her life.
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