Chapter 34 is not a compliment.
After going through a series of procedures including a face-to-face consultation, blood tests, and lab work, Li Mushi sat opposite the doctor and was scolded.
"She got caught in the rain while on her period," the doctor said sternly. "Look at her, pale as a ghost. At such a young age, her very health is being eroded. And you parents...you're the parents, aren't you?"
Li Mushi nodded good-naturedly.
The doctor continued, "While it's the parents' responsibility to raise children, that doesn't mean you, as the older brother, can stand aside!"
Jing Ge whispered, "Doctor..."
Doctor: "A fever is a good thing, but what if it's a gynecological infection..."
Jingge's face suddenly turned bright red: "Doctor..."
Doctor: "Remember to strengthen her constitution. She is very weak during her period, so she can't get wet in the rain or have wet hair."
Jing Ge: "...Doctor."
Li Mushi glared at her.
Jingge silently shut up.
Doctor: "Go home and tell your parents, and remember this too: a brother should act like a brother!"
Jing Ge interjected softly, "He's my uncle."
"..." The doctor's expression faltered. "Ah, such a young uncle."
Li Mushi picked up the medicine and said in a serious tone, "After my parents retired, they had nothing to do, so they had a child to play with."
"......"
The heavy rain that had stopped earlier started falling again.
As darkness fell, the streetlights came on ahead of time, reflecting the shimmering water on the ground.
Jingge took the medicine as prescribed by the doctor in the car.
“Go to sleep if you’re tired,” Li Mushi said, turning on the heater even though it was late April. “I’ll wake you when we get there.”
Jing Ge rubbed his eyes: "Okay."
I'm so tired.
That kind of exhaustion—wanting to break free but feeling powerless, yet constantly trapped within it.
The car was moving at a steady speed, and Jingge slept soundly. The streetlights brushed the fine, needle-like raindrops against the windowpane.
It felt as if a warm hand had reached across her forehead.
Jing Ge groggily woke up, not knowing how long he had slept: "Uncle?"
With a sleepy, nasal voice.
"I'm here," Li Mushi said, turning on the car's roof light. "Awake?"
Jing Ge: "Have we arrived yet?"
"Um."
"Let's go then, don't keep them waiting."
As he got off the bus, Jingge glanced at the time.
An hour had passed since she went to sleep.
She unknowingly and casually slept for an hour.
The hospital is only twenty minutes from the police station.
Li Mushi sat in the car for forty minutes.
Jing Ge, still dazed, asked, "Why didn't you call me?"
“You’re sick,” Li Mushi said casually. “Rest is more important.”
Jing Ge, feeling a bit weak, said, "Then let's hurry, I'm worried Officer Liu will get impatient..."
As they went up the steps, Li Mushi would occasionally reach out and gently support her elbows in a very natural and calm manner, making her walk more steadily.
Three men stood in the interrogation room, all dressed identically in black clothes and black scarves, with the scarves pulled down to their eyes.
“Miss Jing,” the policewoman said, “can you tell me which one it is?”
Through the one-way mirror, Jing Ge intently scanned the man in the interrogation room, his nerves involuntarily tense.
The people inside clearly couldn't see her.
Jing Ge felt like he was being spied on.
In a split second, the man standing in the middle of the interrogation room suddenly looked up, his fierce eyes staring straight at the glass.
His gaze seemed to pierce through glass, and he unexpectedly met Jing Ge's eyes.
Jing Ge felt a chill run down her spine. The sudden fear made her instinctively take a half step back, trying to avoid the tangible gaze.
Behind her was the man's tall and broad chest.
Jingge crashed into it.
Then a hand came from behind and covered her eyes directly. The killer's sinister and cold eyes were instantly cut off, and the darkness felt relatively safe at that moment.
A calm and gentle voice fell on Jing Ge's head: "The glass is one-way; it's just a coincidence that people inside can't see outside."
The murder I encountered that night was so shocking that my senses were numb for a long time.
But from the moment you make eye contact with the killer, the belated fear begins to unravel.
Jing Ge's voice became even more nasal: "Uncle, I'm scared."
"..." Li Mushi rubbed her head with his palm, making her hair feel warm. "If you're scared, then don't watch."
At this point, he asked in a low voice, "The one in the middle, right?"
Jing Ge, caught up in her surprise, naturally turned her gaze to him: "How did you know?"
Li Mushi smiled and said, "Now I know."
"......"
“Alright, the rest is up to Officer Liu,” Li Mushi nodded to the policewoman. “If you need any further assistance, please contact me first. She is young and may not fully understand what she will be facing or whether she can handle it alone.”
These words carry a dignified reminder and warning.
If he hadn't called back in time, Jingge would have had to face all of this on his own.
And clearly, she is not yet capable of bearing this fear alone.
The policewoman politely agreed.
She could tell that, between his own child and the eyewitness, this powerful man would rather not cooperate than let such a thing cause Jingge any trauma or harm.
It's only right that you love your own child.
The spring rain pattered down, and the tender green grass rustled in the night.
Jingge arrived in a hurry, wearing casual spring clothes. The night was drizzling and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. She couldn't help but shiver as she stood at the door.
Li Mushi tossed her his coat: "Wear it."
"......"
The coat carried his warmth and a clean, pleasant scent, like the frost on a winter morning, fresh and invigorating.
Jingge's body was wrapped in a large coat, and the wind and rain rushed in, but were blocked by the coat.
"How's the porridge?" Li Mushi adjusted the navigation. "You can't eat fast food when you're sick."
Jing Ge pulled his clothes tighter: "I'm not eating anymore, I'm going back to my dorm."
Li Mushi glanced at her and said, "You kept it a secret quite well."
"......"
Why are you mocking people?
“Your mother thought you were at the Li family’s house,” Li Mushi said. “Your second sister-in-law thought you were at your own house.”
Jing Ge said shyly, "You flatter me."
Li Mushi was speechless for a moment, then said after half a second: "I wasn't praising you."
Jingge said, "Uncle, you have to keep this a secret. We've done a lot of bad things together. We're in the same boat, right?"
Li Mushi had a headache.
“I go home occasionally, no matter which side,” he said helplessly, “otherwise it’s easy for them to find out.”
Jing Ge remained silent for a moment, then suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Since you already know, Uncle, can you help me keep it a secret for now..."
She handled the other side herself.
Li Mushi: "Never mind what I said."
"......"
Why are you being so stingy!
She said she didn't want to eat, so Li Mushi didn't drive to the restaurant. She said she wanted to go back to her dormitory, so Li Mushi took her back to her dormitory.
He seemed indifferent, implying that he respected her choice, but that she should bear all the consequences herself.
As Jingge carried the medicine upstairs, he thought to himself that his future wife should be righteous and easygoing, otherwise, if she was as sensitive, fragile, pretentious, and prone to breaking down defenses as she was, he would have a hard time.
The dormitory room was dark.
The hat hanging on the coat rack looked exactly like a severed head in the darkness.
Jingge turned around abruptly and ran downstairs almost as if his life depended on it.
Li Mushi hadn't left; the car lights were on and the door wasn't locked.
I wasn't surprised to see her come back.
Calmness as if it were expected.
Jing Ge gasped for breath: "Uncle."
Li Mushi glanced at her and said, "Hmm."
Jing Ge hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter four words: "I want to eat."
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