"This is Ruoshi's first time in Jiang City. She doesn't even know who that man is. What conflict could there be?"
After explaining what had happened, Ji Yuanjun drove to the People's Hospital.
Hearing that she had stepped forward to save someone, he felt a greater respect for Rong Ruoshi. He stopped the car, gave Ji Xia some instructions, and then picked up Rong Ruoshi and rushed to the emergency room.
Half an hour later, Ji Xia finally leaned against the hospital bed, looking at Rong Ruoshi's hand with a face full of apology.
She had a bit of heatstroke, and with the added discomfort of pregnancy, it's no wonder she had such a difficult journey.
Rong Ruoshi's injuries were far more severe than hers; both her hands were slashed by a watermelon knife, with both palms cut open, and her left ankle was sprained.
Fortunately, although it looked serious, it didn't damage any nerves; it was just a superficial injury.
Even so, Ji Xia felt guilty enough. If it weren't for her, Rong Ruoshi would never have encountered these things.
She apologized guiltily, but Rong Ruoshi chuckled dismissively, "Come on, it wasn't your fault, why are you apologizing?"
"By the way, was that police officer your third brother or your cousin?" she asked in a low voice, her face flushed with shyness.
"By blood, he is my older brother, but more than ten years ago, he was adopted by my uncle."
If she hadn't met him in her previous life and recognized what her third brother looked like now that he was grown up, she almost wouldn't have recognized him.
However, Ji Xia raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What? You're starting to feel romantic? I remember introducing you to several girls before, and you said you weren't interested?"
Rong Ruoshi tucked a stray hair behind her ear and lowered her head shyly: "Just now, when he hugged me and kicked that madman away, I felt a flutter in my heart."
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