West of the family compound.
It was pitch black.
Ling Huanwu and Zhou Jiuzhen returned home without exchanging a single word with each other.
Zhou Jiuzhen went to cook without saying a word. Ling Huanwu walked to his side and hesitated, saying, "I'll go to the east to find Shuyao's wife to get the household registration book so I can handle Shuyao's hospitalization procedures. Then I'll go find Niu Guanfu and ask him why he lied."
"Okay, then go get the flashlight." Zhou Jiuzhen instructed as he started the fire, his face still expressionless.
Ling Huanwu responded, puffed out her cheeks, grabbed a flashlight, and went out.
Normally, this man would have been worried and insisted on going out with her.
In the end, he still minded her going to Song Panmei's dormitory.
Ling Huanwu wanted to explain the reason to him, but she was too busy and didn't have the energy, so she thought she would explain it to him slowly later.
She glanced at the man who silently told her to leave, pouted, and went to Zhou Shuyao's house with a flashlight. She knocked a few times but received no response, so she went to Niu Guanfu's house instead.
After passing through a few scattered stone houses, she finally found the widower's house in the far eastern corner.
From a great distance, she saw the widower's son asleep on a bamboo chair, covered with a cotton quilt.
She wondered to herself, even though it was springtime, the temperature outside was only in the teens at night. How could this old ox leave his son outside?
She knocked on the door of the widower's house, but there was no response for a long time.
Just then, the village chief also came over with a flashlight, wanting to ask Niu Guanfu what exactly happened in the fire last night.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Ling Huanwu standing at the door of the widower's house.
"Comrade Ling, you're here to ask about the details of what happened to Lao Niu last night, right?"
"Oh, by the way, how is Comrade Zhou Shuyao? He looked quite serious when he was carried out. What did the doctor say?"
Ling Huanwu rubbed her temples, her head aching at the thought. "The doctor said I need a kidney transplant, but I don't know where to find a suitable one."
The village chief comforted her for a few words and then left.
When Ling Huanwu couldn't get the door open, she stood there for a while, then covered the sleeping, snoring Niu Shazi with a blanket and left.
Inside the house, Song Yaoyao, holding a knife, hid behind the door. Blood was still dripping from the blade of the small knife she was holding.
Only after hearing Ling Huanwu's departing voice at the door did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The next day.
Song Yaoyao appeared at the hospital carrying a thermos of bone broth.
Zhou Shuyao had been transferred to a regular ward, and Qiao Hui and Lin Xiaoqin took turns keeping watch over him all night.
Zhou Shuyao struggled to open and close his mouth through the breathing mask, and Qiao Hui listened with his ear close to his lips, but after a long while he still couldn't understand what he was saying.
Qiao Hui looked troubled, wondering what this guy's needs were.
Song Yaoyao brought the thermos to the ward.
From afar, she saw the man on the hospital bed lying motionless, his face and upper body wrapped in bandages, and tears streamed down her face instantly.
"Shuyao, Shuyao..."
She called his name and collapsed beside Zhou Shuyao's bed, bursting into tears.
Zhou Shuyao's eyelids twitched, and the moment he saw Song Yaoyao's face clearly, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
He originally thought Ling Huanwu would come to take care of her, after all, she cried so sadly in the sea of fire, which made him feel that it would have been worth dying at that moment.
But to his surprise, Ling Huanwu, whom he had desperately tried to save, did not come. Instead, it was Song Yaoyao, whom he usually treated violently, who arrived!
"Shuyao, I made you some bone broth. I'll pour it out for you to drink."
"Shuyao, get well soon, let's live a good life together from now on, okay?"
While wiping away her tears, Song Yaoyao blew on the spoon to cool it down and handed it to Zhou Shuyao's mouth.
She was filled with remorse; the fire hadn't killed anyone, but it had burned her man.
Qiao Hui stopped him, saying, "His vocal cords are damaged, and he won't be able to speak or eat anymore. Since we're here, Xiaoqin and I will go back."
"Then can't he speak either?"
Song Yaoyao was overjoyed. She still had so much to say to Zhou Shuyao, and now that he couldn't speak, she could tell him about her great achievements.
After Qiao Hui and Lin Xiaoqin left, Song Yaoyao lay down next to Zhou Shuyao and began to tell how she had seduced the widower Niu until he was exhausted, and how she had rendered the two Niu family members speechless.
Although Zhou Shuyao could not speak, his hearing was not impaired.
Hearing Song Yaoyao's words, he widened his only remaining eyeballs, his whole body tensed, wanting to shout but unable to utter a sound.
Song Yaoyao touched Zhou Shuyao's only unburned hand, her tone extremely gentle, "Shuyao, you have to live. The children all have a father. It doesn't matter if you can't be the richest man, I can support you! It's good that you're like this. You can't fight people anymore because of this injury. That bitch Ling Huanwu will definitely never look at you again. It's better for our family to live a good life than anything else."
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, that little bitch Ling Huanwu will probably be arrested soon. You saved her for nothing. If you hadn't saved her, I probably would have let her go..."
Zhou Shuyao grew increasingly horrified as he listened. Unable to move, his eyes blazed with fury. If he could still get up, he probably would have grabbed a chair and given her a good beating.
He knew that Song Yaoyao in her previous life had no bottom line and continued to seduce men even after getting married.
But to my utter surprise, she actually put such a disgusting green hat on herself.
She actually got involved with a widower who was old enough to be her father, and then murdered him and framed Ling Huanwu.
Just then, the doctor came in looking for the family. Seeing Song Yaoyao sitting by the bed taking care of her, he sighed and said, "You must be Zhou Shuyao's family member. Yesterday, the matching results for several of your relatives and friends came out, and none of them were a match. You should find a kidney donor as soon as possible."
Song Yaoyao turned her head and gazed affectionately at Zhou Shuyao, who was lying on the hospital bed, barely alive. She gritted her teeth and said to the doctor, "Why don't you try to see if he and I are a match?"
When Zhou Shuyao, lying on the hospital bed, was looked at by her affectionate gaze, the hairs on his body stood on end.
Song Yaoyao had just left with the doctor.
Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu arrived at the ward shortly after.
Ling Huanwu secretly poured the spiritual spring water she brought out from her space onto him, and secretly removed her breathing mask to feed Zhou Shuyao the water.
Zhou Shuyao lay on the bed, and for the first time in this life he was so close to Ling Huanwu, his breathing became rapid.
He opened his mouth as if to tell her what Song Yaoyao had done, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound and couldn't utter a single word.
Ling Huanwu patted his hand to comfort him, "Don't worry, you'll be alright. Your brother and I will definitely find a way to save you."
After calming Zhou Shuyao down, Ling Huanwu carefully stood up and said to Zhou Jiuzhen, "I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to explain the cooperative's situation to Director He..."
Zhou Jiuzhen, who was counting money to pay his hospital bills, slowly clenched the money in his hand upon hearing this, and said with a stern face, "Are you really going to the supply and marketing cooperative?"
Ling Huanwu was baffled and annoyed. "Otherwise what? Do you think I went out and had an affair with someone?"
Actually, she wanted to ask Director He for help again to see if he had any connections to find a kidney donor.
But given Zhou Jiuzhen's attitude, she really lost the desire to explain to him, and turned away angrily.
In the hospital room, Zhou Jiuzhen slumped into a chair, pulled a note from his pocket, and wrote in bold letters, "Ten o'clock in the morning, I'll be waiting for you!"
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