When Song Qingyou opened her eyes, she saw a pair of clear, round eyes.
Xu Qingran, dressed in a waitress's uniform, was pale, but still smiled: "It's good that you're alright."
After saying that, she fainted.
Song Qingyou paused for a second, then took Xu Qingran's fallen body and said, "Call an ambulance."
After Li Yuan smashed the person, he tried to run away, but Jiang Xun kicked him to the ground.
Jiang Xun's expression was icy: "Spare my life."
The burly men received the message, nodded, and closed the door behind them. A few seconds later, Li Yuan's screams could be heard from inside.
No one had time to pay attention.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and Xu Qingran was lifted into it, with Song Qingyou following behind.
Yan Miao was still in shock when she saw Song Qingyou leaving. She hurriedly grabbed her, saying, "Qingyou..."
Nobody wants an accident to happen, so Song Qingyou patted Yan Miao's hand and comforted her, "It's okay, you should go home and rest first."
Yan Miao had just suffered a heartbreak and was extremely emotionally unstable. Song Qingyou asked Jiang Xun to take Yan Miao home first, and then got into the ambulance herself.
In the car, Song Qingyou watched the medical staff perform first aid and treat her wounds, her gaze somewhat dazed.
She didn't expect Xu Qingran to take the blow for her.
The smell of disinfectant filled the nostrils as Song Qingyou went back and forth paying fees and handling matters.
The phone rang, and Song Qingyou answered it.
A deep male voice came through the receiver: "Why aren't you back yet?"
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples, her voice sounding a little tired: "Something unexpected happened, I'm in the hospital, and I can't go back for the time being."
When Fu Wenzhou heard that she was in the hospital, his brows furrowed instantly. He stood up from the sofa, walked to the door without even changing his coat and shoes, and went straight out: "Why are you in the hospital? What happened? Which hospital is it? I'm coming right away."
Song Qingyou reassured him, "Don't worry, it's not me, it's Xu Qingran."
"Xu Qingran?"
Song Qingyou hummed in agreement: "Yan Miao's boyfriend hit her. He originally wanted to hit Yan Miao, but I blocked him. Then Xu Qingran suddenly ran out and blocked it for me too. She's in the emergency room now. The doctor said she has a concussion, but it's nothing serious. She just needs to rest. I'll leave after she wakes up."
Fu Wenzhou had already stepped on the gas and sped off: "Which hospital?"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment and said, "It's so late, don't come. I'll just take a taxi home myself."
Fu Wenzhou asked in a deep voice, "Which hospital?"
Song Qingyou gave the name of the hospital.
Fu Wenzhou said, "Wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou felt much less tired. When she returned to the emergency room, Xu Qingran had already been wheeled out by a nurse. Her head and back were wrapped in white gauze, and she was still unconscious.
Song Qingyou asked the doctor, "How is she? When will she wake up?"
The doctor looked through the medical record and said, "It's nothing serious, she'll wake up soon."
"Okay, thank you," Song Qingyou said.
Song Qingyou arranged for Xu Qingran to stay in a VIP ward, which was much quieter than downstairs. She sat on the side of the bed, looking at Xu Qingran, who was still asleep, with an inscrutable expression.
Song Qingyou didn't quite understand why Xu Qingran would shield her from that attack.
But no matter what, I still owe her a favor.
The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Xu Qingran's fingers, which were hanging by the side of the bed, twitched, and she slowly woke up.
The familiar white wall panels came into view. Xu Qingran blinked, still in a state of mental blankness.
"woke up?"
A cold voice entered her ears, and Xu Qingran was stunned. It took her a long time to realize what had happened.
She turned her head quickly, but accidentally aggravated her wound, causing her to hiss in pain.
Song Qingyou frowned slightly and reached out to help her lift the hospital bed up.
Xu Qingran lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you."
Song Qingyou glanced at her and said, "I should be the one thanking you."
Xu Qingran quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need..."
She was speechless as soon as she saw Song Qingyou, stammering for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.
Song Qingyou asked her, "How did you end up there?"
Afraid that Song Qingyou would misunderstand that she was following her, Xu Qingran hurriedly explained, "I work part-time there. The supervisor there is the one I met in Nightfall. She said the pay is high here and asked if I wanted to come, so I came."
She paused, then said softly, "I only sell alcohol, nothing else."
"..." Song Qingyou pursed her lips, "Why did you come to shield me?"
Xu Qingran never raised her head, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know either. I was carrying drinks and passed by when I saw that figure looked like you. I was hesitating whether to say hello, but when I saw that man about to hit you with a mop, I ran over."
Song Qingyou's voice was somewhat cold, even sounding a bit ruthless: "Well, thank you this time. You can tell me what kind of compensation you need. If you need money, you can just ask for it. I'll give you as much as you want."
Xu Qingran bit her lip, her eyes slightly reddening: "Do you think I'm helping you for money?"
Song Qingyou paused, then frowned and said, "That's not what I meant. I just feel that since you saved me, I should compensate you. It's better to settle things between us."
"Let's get this straight..." Xu Qingran finally raised her head: "Are you that afraid of being associated with us?"
"Yes," Song Qingyou admitted.
Xu Qingran saved her, and she was grateful, but that was all.
The only compensation Song Qingyou could think of was money.
Because what Xu Qingran lacks most is money.
Although she didn't know why the other party was so short of money, selling that jade pendant would have been enough for Song Ning's medical expenses and her own living expenses and tuition.
Xu Qingran took a deep breath, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "You don't need to feel guilty. I took the blame for you voluntarily. I don't want anything. I can earn the money myself. It's too late. You should go home now."
After saying that, Xu Qingran lay back down, pulled the blanket over her head, and curled up into a ball.
Song Qingyou didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly for two seconds, and then asked, "Why not sell the jade pendant?"
Xu Qingran's voice was deep and muffled from under the covers.
“That’s your stuff. I don’t want to sell it, and I’m not entitled to sell it.”
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