He Xiangzhi, frightened by Ji Xiaobai's serious face, turned to Ji Xiaoxiao and opened her arms, "Sister?"
Seeing her pitiful expression, Ji Xiaoxiao instantly gave in, "Come on, let your sister hug me."
Ji Xiaobai handed He Xiangzhi over to Ji Xiaoxiao, and He Xiangzhi buried his head in Ji Xiaoxiao's arms, his chubby bottom wiggling back and forth towards Ji Xiaobai.
“Mom is a bad person,” He Xiangzhi said sullenly.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaoxiao and Ji Xiaobai exchanged a glance and then smiled blankly.
The car sped along and soon came to a stop at the hospital entrance.
"Open your mouth, ah... good boy, raise your hands, sister will take your temperature."
Based on the examination results, the female doctor concluded that He Xiangzhi had overeaten and had food stagnation. She was to stay in the hospital for one night, take some medicine, and pay more attention to her diet in the future.
"That's good, that's good." Ji Xiaobai, who had been on edge, breathed a sigh of relief.
After a busy night, He Xiangzhi fell asleep soundly in Ji Xiaoxiao's arms, snoring softly.
None of Ji Xiaoxiao and the other two left the hospital, deciding to spend New Year's Eve there.
At 3 a.m. on the first day of the new year, Ji Xiaoxin went out for a walk because she was feeling bored.
"Make way, make way."
"Doctor, the patient has lost too much blood and has a bradycardia."
"Prepare for surgery immediately."
Several doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed a hospital bed in from one end of the corridor.
Ji Xiaoxiao stepped aside, accidentally stealing a glance at the person on the hospital bed. Ji Xiaoxiao felt a chill run down her spine. "How could this be? How could this be? How could it be Yunming?"
The person lying on the hospital bed, his face completely pale, was none other than Yun Ming, who had displayed his extraordinary prowess just a few days prior.
Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't believe it and hurriedly took a step to catch up and confirm.
"Yun'er, my Yun'er." That was a mother's heart-wrenching cry.
"Stand up, Yun'er is not dead yet." That was the strong father's defiant cry.
The voice sounded familiar. Ji Xiaoxiao turned around and saw that the strong father was Mr. Li, whom she had met at school. Ah, then that person really was Yun Ming.
Ji Xiaoxiao's mind went blank, and she rushed forward.
"Yunming, Yunming, Yunming..." Ji Xiaoxiao shouted outside the operating room.
"Miss, please calm down and don't interfere with the surgery," the nurse warned Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao, mindful of Yunming's life, bit her lip and remained silent.
Mr. Li and Mrs. Li arrived later and saw a disheveled, crazy woman leaning against the wall, silently weeping. Her helpless expression seemed to have given up all hope for life.
Mr. Li was so focused on his son that he didn't recognize Ji Xiaoxiao immediately. Five hours later, the operating room door opened.
"The surgery was successful. As long as the patient wakes up within twenty hours, he will recover."
In other words, Yunming is not out of danger yet.
"I order you to heal him! I order you not to let him die! If he dies, I will make your whole family pay with their lives!" Ji Xiaoxiao rushed up to the doctor, grabbed his collar, and said through gritted teeth.
Yunming cannot die. I can't bear to watch him die again. I really can't bear it.
The doctor, accustomed to the helplessness of those whose lives were in the hands of fate and the unreasonable demands of patients' families, comforted Ji Xiaoxiao, patted his bottom, and left with a light heart.
"Are you He Nianzhi?" Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly rushed out, revealing her face beneath her black hair. Mr. Li scrutinized her for a long time before finally remembering who she was.
Ji Xiaoxiao nodded and asked the two why Yunming was acting this way.
Mr. Li sighed and began to explain to Ji Xiaoxiao in detail.
A few days ago, Yunming returned home, his face as pale as the moon, with no appetite whatsoever. On New Year's Eve, he only drank a bowl of chicken soup and refused to eat anything else. Mr. Li initially thought Yunming simply lacked appetite and didn't think much of it. However, after a short while, Yunming was found lying on the floor covered in blood, with numerous wounds that looked like those left by cannibals.
The pristine white marble is now stained red with blood. I wonder if it can ever be cleaned again?
"The wound, does that wound look like someone bit me?"
Ji Xiaoxiao was breathing heavily, feeling a chill emanating from the soles of her feet that seemed intent on killing her.
Mr. Li recalled the scene at the time and said, not entirely sure, "It looked very similar."
What happened that day was not an illusion, nor a dream, but something that truly happened.
No wonder the wounds on his body disappeared overnight, no wonder Yunming's steps were unsteady when he left. It was not the aftereffect of overexerting his strength, but the pain caused by his serious injuries that made it difficult to move, yet he knowingly did the wrong thing.
Ji Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"If you don't recognize me, why do you do this?"
Why? Why? Why, really?
After a long night of waiting, Ji Xiaoxiao and Mr. Li finally received news that Yunming was out of danger.
Mrs. Li's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she closed her eyes and fainted. Mr. Li couldn't ignore Mrs. Li, so he asked Ji Xiaoxiao to look after Yunming. Ji Xiaoxiao was more than happy to oblige and readily agreed to Mr. Li's request.
"Doctor, my wife has fainted."
After Mr. Li left, Ji Xiaoxiao carefully looked around and, finding no one there, locked the door to the ward.
"You're awake, so stop pretending to be asleep."
The moment Ji Xiaoxiao locked the door, Yunming's eyebrows twitched.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained calm as she slowly sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, nonchalantly flipping the sharp knife in her hand.
"If you're not Yunming, why do you possess the ability to kill gods and exorcise ghosts? If you're not Yunming, why did you save me? If you're not Yunming, why did you transfer my injuries to you? I just threatened you, have you forgotten?"
Ji Xiaoxiao said, then gave a sad smile.
“If you don’t want to acknowledge me and really want to forget me, I will do as you wish. However, I, Ji Xiaoxiao, have always been clear about gratitude and resentment. You saved me and helped me, and I will repay you a thousandfold.”
Ji Xiaoxiao grabbed the knife with her backhand, without even frowning, and cut off a piece of meat.
"I have nothing to repay you with but my life."
---Aside---
I've been too busy lately, so updates have been inconsistent. Please forgive me!
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