"I can let you go, but you are not allowed to say that Xiao Jie is a monster. He is not a monster. If I hear you say that outside, I will definitely kill you."
"Don't be too optimistic. You say Xiao Jie is a monster, and I say he's not. Do you think everyone will believe me or you?"
This is really heartbreaking.
There is no need to guess who people will believe, the gangster or the student who just won the first place in the provincial examination.
Zhang Xiulin didn't bother to see their reactions. She took Xiao Jie's hand and said, "Xiao Jie, come back with Sister Lin, okay?"
Xiao Jie's condition was obviously not right. She had to take him to see Aunt Song, and maybe even call a doctor.
Xiao Jie was stunned and didn't say anything. He just looked at her and then followed her obediently.
But after taking a few steps, he closed his eyes and suddenly fainted.
It was at this time that Zhao Chuchu and others happened to pass by this alley.
Song Wanxian hugged Xiao Jie in her arms almost the moment she saw him faint, her eyes filled with tears.
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The fainted Xiao Jie was taken back to the Xiao family.
Zhao Chuchu and others were arranged by Song Wanxian to rest in the guest room. Only Zhang Xiulin and Song Wanxian stayed in the room.
The doctor was quickly called over.
"His emotions were volatile and his pulse was weak. Did he do something? Judging from his pulse, he fainted from exhaustion."
The doctor took Xiao Jie's pulse carefully. She always felt that there seemed to be other problems with his body, but her medical skills were average and she couldn't diagnose them.
"Let him rest well, he should be able to wake up. I'll prescribe some medicine for him to recuperate."
When the doctor announced the diagnosis, Zhang Xiulin glanced at Song Wanxian inadvertently and found that she did not seem surprised by Xiao Jie's current physical condition.
She lowered her eyes to look at the delicate little boy sleeping on the bed, and suddenly remembered the scene she saw when she walked into the alley.
And those blood-red eyes.
Zhang Xiulin was not afraid, she was just confused.
"It's his foot, the injury is more serious."
A little boy of eight or nine years old walked back to the county town from Zhaojia Village on foot. His white and tender feet were covered with blisters and even had their skin broken. The soles of his feet were stained with blood, which looked shocking.
The doctor picked the blisters on Xiao Jie's feet, cleaned his feet, and finally applied the prepared ointment.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to walk for a few days with this foot. You have to take good care of it," the doctor advised.
The doctor left only after he wrote out the medicine.
Song Wanxian immediately sent someone to get the medicine and boil it.
"Sister Lin, how did you find Xiaojie?" Song Wanxian asked.
Zhang Xiulin told her the whole story, and when he talked about walking into the alley, he suddenly stopped. She paused, and finally chose to tell the truth.
"I saw Xiao Jie strangling one of the men, almost strangling him to death. Also, Xiao Jie's eyes were red."
Song Wanxian's breathing suddenly stopped. After a long while, she said with difficulty, "Did you see it?" Her voice was a little hoarse, "Did you see his red eyes?"
Zhang Xiulin nodded.
Song Wanxian grabbed Zhang Xiulin's hand in panic and explained, "Sister Lin, you don't think Xiaojie is a monster, do you? He's not, he really isn't."
"Aunt Song, I know Xiaojie isn't like that. Don't get excited. Talk slowly."
In the past, Song Wanxian was gentle and quiet, and seemed to have no emotions or temper. Only when she encountered something about Xiao Jie would her emotions fluctuate strongly.
Song Wanxian's eyes fell on the little person on the bed, full of love and care.
"Actually, I was planning to tell you about Xiao Jie when you decided to get married."
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