Jiang Yiran took several steps back in terror before collapsing to the ground in fright.
Qin Haiyang didn't hear what Jiang Qiaoqiao said to Jiang Yiran at the end, but a glint flashed in his eyes the moment he saw Jiang Yiran sitting on the ground.
She rushed over and pulled Jiang Yiran, "Ranran, what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
As he shouted, he winked at Jiang Yiran.
At the same time, she turned her head and stared at Huo Beixiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao with a pair of bloodshot eyes, "We are all relatives. If you don't want to lend money, then don't. Don't go too far. If anything happens to the child in Ranran's belly, I will not let you off the hook!"
Huo Beixiao instinctively stepped forward and shielded Jiang Qiaoqiao behind him.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Qiaoqiao squeezed his hand and walked out from behind him.
She looked down at Jiang Yiran with indifferent eyes and asked, "Jiang Yiran, does your stomach hurt?"
In the pitch-black night, her eyes reflected the dim yellow light, her pretty face shrouded in shadow, backlit.
Jiang Yiran felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart. She scrambled to her feet and exclaimed, "It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!"
After saying that, she grabbed Qin Haiyang and ran away as if their lives depended on it.
Looking at Jiang Yiran's panicked figure, Huo Beixiao was also puzzled, "Why is she so scared?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Maybe he has something to hide."
Isn't it because you have a guilty conscience?
Jiang Yiran had previously dared to openly question her about whether she had also been reborn, but now she was so frightened by her two sentences.
But that's not surprising, since Jiang Yiran had nightmares every night after she died in her previous life.
Huo Beixiao's deep gaze fell upon the barely concealed hatred on Jiang Qiaoqiao's face, his eyes filled with unbearable heartache.
*
"Smack!"
Jiang Yiran had just stumbled out of the family compound gate with Qin Haiyang when Qin Haiyang angrily slapped her across the face.
He lowered his voice and roared, "Jiang Yiran, are you stupid! You just sat down, and you used the child's name to make a scene. Did you think they would dare not pay? You actually grabbed me and ran away. Are you crazy?"
Jiang Yiran was filled with fear at this moment.
She had previously imagined plunging a fruit knife into Jiang Qiaoqiao's chest, twisting it hard, pulling it out, and feeling a sense of satisfaction as bright red blood splattered everywhere.
But now, what she was thinking about was the pile of minced flesh after Jiang Qiaoqiao was dismembered by them.
What she remembered was that after Jiang Qiaoqiao died, she saw Jiang Qiaoqiao floating in the air every day, looking at her with indifferent and resentful eyes.
It was exactly the same look Jiang Qiaoqiao had given her just now.
"Ugh~~~"
Her stomach churned, and she gagged, then cried out, "Ghost! Ghost! Jiang Qiaoqiao isn't human, she's a ghost!"
Jiang Yiran cried out, tears streaming down her face.
Qin Haiyang couldn't help but shudder when he saw her like that.
Immediately, he glared at Jiang Yiran through gritted teeth and cursed, "You're a lunatic! You're talking nonsense! I think you've really gone mad!"
*
Jiang Qiaoqiao had another dream.
In her dream, she saw Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an helping Jiang Yiran chop her body into pieces and bury them in the Qin family's large garden.
The flowers she planted with her own hands bloomed exceptionally beautifully, but she was in so much pain, so cold…
She couldn't help but curl up into a ball and hug herself tightly.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao..."
An anxious voice came from beside me.
But her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and she couldn't open them at all.
The next moment, her body fell into a warm and firm embrace.
Like a thirsty fish, she instinctively clung to that warm body.
Huo Beixiao felt the burning heat on her body, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Qiaoqiao, just bear with it a little longer, I'll take you to see a doctor right away."
"Bang bang bang!"
Huo Beixiao pounded on the door of the clinic, making a deafening noise. "Xu Yizhou, open the door right now!"
Soon, Xu Yizhou opened the door, yawning. "Huo Beixiao, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Did you twist your back again?"
Huo Beixiao didn't have time to waste words with him. He carried Jiang Qiaoqiao directly into the infusion room. "Qiaoqiao suddenly has a high fever. You need to take a look at her quickly. If you can't handle it, I'll take her to a big hospital immediately."
Xu Yizhou woke up instantly from his drowsiness.
He quickly grabbed his stethoscope and followed them inside.
"Did your sister-in-law suddenly develop a fever? There were no prior symptoms?" Xu Yizhou asked after examining her.
Huo Beixiao nodded.
Xu Yizhou frowned. "That's a bit strange. Your sister-in-law's symptoms don't seem like she's sick; they seem like she's been possessed."
"Is it appropriate for a doctor to say such things?" Huo Beixiao rolled his eyes at Xu Yizhou.
But then she suddenly remembered how terrified Jiang Qiaoqiao looked back then.
He thought for a moment and then recounted what had happened when Jiang Yiran and her husband came to see them that day.
Xu Yizhou suddenly realized, "That's right, it must have been that old woman who upset my sister-in-law. This is just a stress-induced fever. It's nothing serious. I'll prescribe some fever reducer. Give it to her and observe her. If all goes well, the fever should break in less than an hour."
Xu Yizhou prescribed medicine for Jiang Qiaoqiao.
Looking at Jiang Qiaoqiao's current condition, he said, "Sister-in-law, you probably can't take your medicine in this state. I'll give you an injection in your buttocks."
Huo Beixiao frowned but said nothing.
But when Xu Yizhou was giving Jiang Qiaoqiao an injection, he held her in his arms with one hand and covered her buttocks with the other, only letting a little bit of his fingers peek out so that Xu Yizhou could insert the needle.
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