Chapter 34 Going to rescue them! I'll go myself!
For no apparent reason, a nameless fire suddenly rose in Xia Mian's heart.
It also carried a hint of indescribable frustration.
Not only did he not listen, but his tone suddenly became so cold, as if he wasn't the one wearing the bathrobe before, as if he wasn't the one smiling at her before.
Xia Mian felt a tightness in her chest. She licked her lips, and in a moment of impulsiveness, sent a voice message to the WeChat chat box.
After sending it, she went to take a shower.
Fu Yanshen originally planned to work and sign off on the several documents that had piled up during the day.
But then he heard his phone beep. He picked it up and saw that Xia Mian had sent him a voice message.
"Fu Yanshen! I'm never video chatting with you again!"
The girl's soft, slightly angry voice came from the phone. Fu Yanshen stared blankly at the phone screen, a surge of heat rushing to his brain, his blood almost boiling.
My heart skipped a beat, and it took me a while to react.
Looking down again, he took a deep breath and realized he needed to take another cold shower to wash away the surging restlessness in his heart.
But after glancing at his phone, he listened to the girl's voice again, as if addicted, and the man narrowed his eyes slightly.
He felt his waist and abdomen involuntarily tighten, his eyes were filled with surging emotions, and his thin lips were so red and moist that they seemed to be dripping blood.
“Xia Mian…”
A tender murmur escaped from the handsome man's lips...
...
When I woke up early in the morning, the sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds.
"It's as dark as midnight," said Madam Fu, glancing out the window. "Close all the windows; it looks like it's going to rain soon."
Boom!
Thunder rumbled, echoing through the heavens.
Madam Fu patted her chest, "That thunder was really loud."
"Grandma." Xia Mian had just come downstairs when she heard a loud clap of thunder. Startled, she quickly looked out the window and saw large raindrops pelting down.
"The rain in this summer is really heavy and fast."
"Mianmian's awake? Come and have breakfast." Old Madam Fu greeted her. "With such heavy rain, you shouldn't go to your spear-fighting lesson this afternoon, right?"
"Grandma, it's just raining." Xia Mian sat down next to Madam Fu and obediently took the old lady's arm. "Don't worry, besides, Baoqi will drive me."
"You should hurry up and get a driver's license. You need to be independent. You can't always rely on Baoqi." Old Madam Fu gently tapped her nose.
Xia Mian lowered her head, a warmth rising in her heart.
Fu Yanshen reminded her about her driver's license last night, and she didn't expect that Old Madam Fu would remind her about it again today.
Only those who genuinely care about her and keep her in their hearts will offer her guidance and advice in every matter.
"Taking a driving test? Yan Chen and I are going to take one too." Fu Yanhao sat down casually and yawned. "Will it be cheaper if we sign up as a group?"
Xia Mian glanced at Fu Yanhao. The boy had wheat-colored skin, healthy and sunny. He was such a vibrant young man, yet in his previous life, he had accidentally killed someone at a young age and become a death row inmate.
Grandma Fu loved her so much. If... if she could change Fu Yanhao's fate, wouldn't Fu Yanchen have been spared from suicide?
Bipolar disorder is characterized by an inability to control one's emotions, especially when provoked, which can lead to outbursts of madness.
If Fu Yanhao's bipolar disorder is cured, then... he won't repeat the same mistake?
Fu Yanchen's autism doesn't seem to be congenital, but rather acquired.
She remembered that in her previous life, Old Madam Fu had mentioned to her during a casual chat that Fu Yanchen and Fu Yanhao had witnessed their parents' car accident and experienced stress.
The twin brothers were young at the time, and witnessing their parents' bloody deaths firsthand was a severe shock.
Moreover, it was the opposite of the stress: Fu Yanhao, who was lively and active since childhood, developed bipolar disorder, while Fu Yanchen, who was quiet and reserved since childhood, developed autism.
Although Fu Yanshen, the older brother, usually hires professional organizations to help his twin brothers with a series of training measures, Xia Mian feels that it is not enough, far from enough.
There must be a better way.
In her previous life, the shady university she attended had an old, highly respected traditional Chinese medicine doctor who treated mental illnesses. However, he was envied and framed, and ended up teaching at that shady university.
Thinking of this, Xia Mian glanced at the torrential rain outside the window. The old Chinese medicine doctor had not been framed yet; he was still at Mingcheng University!
If... she could remind him to avoid being framed and do him a favor, would he then treat the twin brothers?
If she remembered correctly, the old Chinese medicine doctor would suffer a major blow this summer, and then be transferred to a second-rate university next door when school started...
"Mianmian? What's wrong? Why haven't you said anything?" Old Madam Fu gently nudged her. "These taro and sweet potato balls aren't greasy at all, try some."
Xia Mian quickly snapped out of her thoughts, picked up a taro and sweet potato ball and put it in her mouth. "It's quite delicious, sweet but not cloying."
When Zhao Baoqi rushed into the living room with an umbrella, Xia Mian had just finished breakfast and was about to go back to her room.
The girl in the green dress was as refreshing as the summer downpour.
"Mianmian!"
"Have you had breakfast?" Xia Mian asked her.
"I've already eaten." Zhao Baoqi ran over and took Xia Mian's hand, saying nervously, "I heard from my mommy that the rain was so heavy that the low-lying areas in the city are already flooded to a depth of half a person."
"Low-lying areas in the city? Where exactly?" Xia Mian suddenly thought of Mingcheng University, whose terrain was relatively low-lying.
That old Chinese medicine doctor lived in the faculty apartments at Mingcheng University, I think on the first floor...
"I don't know..." Zhao Baoqi opened his phone to check the news, but there was no news report yet.
Xia Mian quickly checked local short videos and found that some local netizens were sharing the location of the flooded area.
"Mingcheng University is indeed flooded!" Xia Mian glanced at Zhao Baoqi, then at Fu Yanhao who was playing a game on his phone. "Since we're just sitting at home with nothing to do, why don't we go to the area near Mingcheng University?"
She pointed to her phone screen, "Someone posted a short video saying they're trapped and their homes are flooded. If this rain keeps going, it could be very dangerous."
"Xia Mian, are you crazy? We don't have any tools, and... I'm so skinny..." Zhao Baoqi looked at his short arms and legs and hesitated.
The best thing is that she doesn't cause trouble.
"You drive us there, and I'll go with Fu Yanhao and Fu Yanchen to rescue them!" Xia Mian looked at Fu Yanhao expectantly. "Are you going?"
The boy tossed his phone onto the sofa and yawned. "Miss Xia, why did you drag me into this if you wanted to save someone? Besides, in this age of information overload, if you see the water here, others will see it too."
"The relevant departments and units will definitely see this, and they will naturally go to rescue you. They don't need a young girl who has just come of age to rescue you, right?"
“But every year there are many volunteers who go voluntarily!” Xia Mian stood up. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Bao Qi, come on, drive me there.”
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