It was windy and snowy, and Lin Wanjun, whose fever had just subsided, couldn't help shivering as soon as she stepped out of the clinic.
Seeing this, Shi Kai took off his flannel hat and put it on her.
"No, I'll just turn up my coat collar!"
Lin Wanjun smiled and ran quickly to Wei Yifu's room with Shi Kai.
Wei Yifu was seriously injured, and the management of the cadre school was jointly taken over by Qin Sijun and Song Mingcheng.
At this moment, Song Mingcheng was helping take care of Wei Yifu in his office.
Seeing Lin Wanjun coming in, Song Mingcheng quickly stood up.
"Junjun, how are you?"
He went to the clinic to check on the situation half an hour ago, and found Lin Wanjun still in a coma.
"I'm much better now. I came to see how Principal Wei is doing."
Lin Wanjun walked to the bed, lifted the quilt on Wei Yifu, and carefully checked Wei Yifu's physical condition.
The bleeding wound had been re-treated. According to the bedside medical records, Shi Kai had given Wei Yifu anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving injections...
The treatment was standardized and effective, and even the wound was bandaged meticulously, showing the skill of an experienced doctor.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help but look back at Shi Kai several times.
No, Doctor Shi, you are not pretending to be sick to tease me, are you?
But Shi Kai's eyes were tense and helpless, his hands tightly clutching his clothes, and he didn't seem to be pretending to be stupid.
"Having a fever is a normal bodily reaction. A fever-reducing shot should be enough."
Lin Wanjun said, "Principal Wei was lucky. He fell from such a great height and landed on a pile of dry grass. That's how he managed to survive."
"Based on the current diagnosis and treatment, aside from multiple fractures, he likely has no nerve or organ damage. All he needs to do now is rest, absolutely bed rest."
If Wei Yifu's condition occurred in modern times, titanium steel nails, bone cement nails and other materials could be used to fix the broken bones, thereby speeding up recovery.
But now…
You can only rest in bed and rely on time to promote the healing of the bones.
Looking at Lin Wanjun's haggard profile, Song Mingcheng felt sorry for her, but still spoke after careful consideration.
"Jun-jun, could you please go check on Zhan Jin?"
Lin Wanjun's hand, which was tucking the corner of the quilt, paused slightly.
"What happened to him? Didn't the doctor treat him?"
"It's cured, but..."
Song Mingcheng hesitated and said, "Zhan Jin has been very worried about you. He wanted to visit you at the clinic several times, but I stopped him."
"He has several broken bones and can't move around."
As a father, Song Mingcheng couldn't help but think about his son.
Lin Wanjun was silent for a moment, then replied, "That's fine. I'll go over and check on him."
At that moment, Lin Wanjun and Shi Kai braved the wind and snow and walked into the Song family again.
Song Zhanjin was lying alone on the kang. A kerosene lamp on the windowsill emitted a faint light, shining on the side of his face. His expression was slightly sad.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Song Zhanjin spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"Get out! I don't want to see you right now!"
Lin Wanjun paused, and the next moment, she picked up the broom at hand and hit Song Zhanjin's injured leg.
"Why are you so angry? If it weren't for your father, do you think I would want to see you?"
Hearing Lin Wanjun's voice, Song Zhanjin ignored the pain and tried to sit up with his arms.
The wound was pulled and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!"
He was afraid that Lin Wanjun was really going to leave, so he hurriedly said, "I thought it was Dong Yingying, so..."
Lin Wanjun was a little surprised.
Has Song Zhanjin come to his senses? Won't he be punished for doing this?
After all, she had witnessed the consequences of the male protagonist Song Zhanjin violating the original plot.
The madly gushing blood and tears, the heart-wrenching pain as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, these are all the punishments for the male protagonist's disobedience.
Sure enough, the next second Song Zhanjin covered his chest and groaned in pain.
He bit his lip, as if talking to the air.
"No, I won't give in!"
This scene made Lin Wanjun feel extremely uncomfortable. He sat down on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, Song Zhanjin held Lin Wanjun's hand tightly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I forgot, but I'm sure the person I love is definitely not Dong Yingying!"
He stared at Lin Wanjun with wide eyes, and a tear of blood rolled down from the corner of his eye.
"Give me some time, I'll definitely get it back!"
Lin Wanjun's eyes were filled with tears, and she wiped the blood from the corners of Song Zhanjin's eyes with her fingertips.
"Would you rather be tortured to death than compromise?"
Song Zhanjin nodded heavily.
"Yes, I'd rather die than compromise!"
At this moment, Dong Yingying came in with the boiled herbs, and with her came the male comrade who was responsible for taking care of Song Zhanjin.
The herbs were pitch black, with a layer of foam floating on them, and emitted an unpleasant smell.
"Zhan Jin, I searched ancient books for a folk remedy for bone injuries. The herbs took a lot of effort to find. Drink it while it's hot!"
In order to show that she made this bowl of medicine herself, Dong Yingying even showed the burn on the back of her hand to Song Zhanjin to win his sympathy.
Seeing this scene, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but recall the description in the original plot.
The original author portrayed Dong Yingying as a kind-hearted, simple-minded, silly beauty who often does the wrong things with good intentions.
However, because she has the halo of the heroine, she is forgiven every time, and even makes the male protagonist love and pity her more.
The funniest thing is this time.
Song Zhanjin was injured and bedridden. Dong Yingying took great pains to prepare herbs for him to treat his illness. However, she could not distinguish the uses of the herbs at all, and turned the folk remedy for treating bone injuries into a miracle drug for diarrhea.
Poor Song Zhanjin was already bedridden with a broken bone, but because of Dong Yingying's loving decoction, he endured the excruciating pain and ran to the bathroom all night, almost pulling out his intestines...
When watching this scene, Lin Wanjun was so happy that she slammed the table.
But now he is in the middle of the situation and knows that Song Zhanjin's injuries are serious and he cannot move at will, so he naturally cannot sit idly by.
She raised her hand and knocked over the medicine that Dong Yingying had been boiling for the entire afternoon.
The thick black medicine spilled all over the floor, even burning Dong Yingying's ankles.
She screamed, and then burst into tears with a look of grievance and brokenness on her face, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
The gay man couldn't help but condemn Lin Wanjun.
"Doctor Lin, Xiao Dong spent the entire afternoon working on making this medicine. You can't just throw it away because of a personal grudge!"
"We all have the same starting point now. We all hope that Comrade Song Zhanjin will recover soon, right?"
With someone supporting her, Dong Yingying also felt confident.
"You...why did you throw away the tonic I made for Zhan Jin? Are you trying to harm him?"
Dong Yingying asked angrily, gritting her teeth.
Lin Wanjun sneered, stood up and walked to the kitchen, pouring the remaining medicine in the casserole into a bowl.
Back in the room, Lin Wanjun had a cold face and didn't say anything. She pinched Dong Yingying's chin and poured half a bowl of medicine into her mouth.
"Since this is a priceless decoction, you should nourish yourselves first!"
Then she walked towards the gay man again.
The gay man stepped back nervously, stammering, "What...what are you going to do?"
Lin Wanjun winked at Shi Kai, who stepped forward to control the man and pried open his mouth. Lin Wanjun followed suit and poured the remaining medicine into the man's mouth.
After doing all this, Lin Wanjun sat leisurely on the chair, clapping her hands with a sly smile on her face.
"Let the bullets fly for a while!"
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