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Chapter 32 Almost Knocked Off the Building
After a two-hour drive, crossing grasslands, passing snow-capped mountains and herds of cattle and sheep, we finally arrived at the county town.

Having grown accustomed to single-story houses, seeing rows of buildings crammed together gave Ji Sisi a strange feeling of rediscovering modernity.

Nowadays, people mainly rely on old-fashioned bicycles for transportation, and each bicycle has a small license plate. Ji Sisi and her group's bicycles stood out among the bicycles, attracting repeat customers from the moment they entered the county town.

The car stopped in front of the department store. Lin Peifeng took out the car key, opened the car door and got out.

"Sis, let's go shopping together. Don't you feel self-conscious following behind them?"

Lin Peifeng wisely offered his suggestion.

Lin Miao frowned. She met Qi Yan's cold eyes, and swallowed the words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Alright, I'll be merciful and give you a chance to pay for me today." Lin Miao closed the car door and asked again, "Did you bring enough money? If not, I'll give you an IOU."

Lin Peifeng took a deep breath, speechless with anger at Lin Miao, and squeezed out through his back teeth, "Enough to keep you well-fed!"

The eldest brother only gave me twenty, and I haven't even had a chance to warm it up in my pocket yet!

Lin Peifeng was on the verge of tears, and began to mourn for his already meager wallet, which had shrunk even further. He turned to look at Qi Yan with a mournful face, while the latter looked at him with an expression that said, "You're a promising young man."

"Then you guys go ahead and buy it, we'll come back to you later."

Lin Miao reluctantly said goodbye to Ji Sisi. She was thinking of buying Sisi some nice clothes as a wedding gift, but now she had to change to something else. But it was okay, she could still give it to Sisi as a surprise.

Ji Sisi looked around with an inquisitive gaze. There were green mailboxes, grocery stores with white plaques and red lettering, and the people on the street were mostly dressed in blue, gray, and black, giving off a strong sense of the era.

Qi Yan and Ji Sisi entered the department store. Although it was not as big as the one in Jianghai, it was small but complete and had everything one could need.

Before setting off, Ji Sisi and Qi Yan made a list together at home. The two of them first went downstairs to buy a small hoe, which was a necessity for her.

Ji Sisi followed Qi Yan to the kitchenware section. "Don't we already have bowls at home? Why do we need to buy more?"

What she really wanted to say was, why buy new bowls and utensils when we eat in the cafeteria?
She's a kitchen killer. In her past life, she considered becoming a food blogger, but after blowing up the kitchen three times, Ji Sisi gave up and regretfully withdrew from the food industry.

“Those are all old ones. We need new ones for the wedding, and everyone in the neighborhood will be coming on the wedding day. We don’t have enough bowls.”

Qi Yan explained softly, her words filled with longing and anticipation for the wedding.

The sales clerk, who had been dozing off, lit up when she saw Qi Yan, and then asked solicitously, "Comrade, can you see clearly through the glass case? Should I take everything out for you to see?"

“Okay.” After the person brought out a sample of all the bowls, Qi Yan stepped aside, put his large hand on Ji Sisi’s waist and pushed her forward, “I’ll let my fiancée take a good look.”

Ji Sisi watched the salesperson's face change so quickly and couldn't help but marvel at it.

It's a real shame that someone with such a talent for face-changing isn't using it in Sichuan opera.

Ji Sisi picked up the bowl. It was heavy and had a good weight to it. Although the pattern was a bit old-fashioned, it was the most fashionable one right now. Most importantly, it was durable!
The bowls were left to her by her maternal grandmother in her past life, and she had used them since she was a child; they were of excellent quality!

With time limited, after Ji Sisi selected the bowl, Qi Yan paid for it and made the payment.

The ticket seller was green with envy at the thick stack of tickets in the man's hand. These days, having money is nothing special; having tickets is what matters. This man held the weight of their entire department store in his hands.

Watching Ji Sisi and Qi Yan leave, the saleswoman looked on with envy, thinking, "That woman is so lucky!"

The car was parked outside the department store. Qi Yan was in charge of putting the things away, while Ji Sisi continued to shop around.

After buying most of the necessary household items, Ji Sisi planned to go to the clothing store again. Last time, Ji Hao and Jiang Xin had bothered her, preventing her from buying any clothes. Now that she had the rare opportunity to come to the city, she wanted to get a couple of new outfits for herself and Qi Yan.

Just as she stepped onto the stairs and reached the third floor, someone rushing up behind her bumped into her, causing Ji Sisi to lose her balance and fall forward.

A gasp rang out behind her, Ji Sisi's pupils contracted, and her heart jumped into her throat. She quickly grabbed the railing, thus avoiding falling from the third floor. Her waist slammed hard against the handrail, and she gasped in pain.

She endured the pain and glared angrily at the culprit, but the person was gone; she could only see a hurried figure walking towards the third-floor food section.

"You think you can just run away after hitting someone?" Ji Sisi clutched her waist with one hand and chased after the person.

As Ji Sisi approached, she found a crowd of onlookers in the grocery section, and from the center of the crowd came heart-wrenching cries.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Ji Sisi saw that the man who had hit her was kneeling in the middle of the crowd, trying to save his child, and there was a woman crying bitterly next to him.

The child looked to be three or four years old and was convulsing all over.

"Is this really okay? Are you a doctor? Can you tell me what's wrong with my child?"

The woman's voice was choked with sobs as she watched her child lying on the ground, convulsing, her face filled with worry.

The man was thin, wearing a black plaid long-sleeved shirt and navy blue trousers. He had a long face, single eyelids, and a calm expression.

“Your child has epilepsy. I am a student at Gansu Medical University. You can trust me. I can definitely save your child.”

Ji Sisi stared at the man, realizing that he had been so anxious just now because he was trying to save someone, and her dislike for him lessened by half.

She mingled in the crowd, silently watching the man use a towel to cushion the child's head and stuff chopsticks into the child's mouth, making room for the child to breathe fresh air.

Ji Sisi was skeptical. She wasn't a doctor, but this did seem to be an emergency treatment for epilepsy.

"Gansu Medical University student, little sister, your child can be saved!"

"Yes, this child has met a benefactor. He was convulsing for almost five minutes, but he's finally saved."

People around him were praising the man's behavior.

At this moment, Huang Qiaomei, a mother, was only concerned about whether her child was getting better. As time passed, the child continued to convulse without any improvement.

Huang Qiaomei clutched the man's clothes, her voice urgent.

"Why hasn't Yangyang gotten better after all this time? Yangyang clearly doesn't have epilepsy, are you sure you're not mistaken? I need to take Yangyang to the hospital!"

After saying that, Huang Qiaomei tried to step forward and take the child away.

Li Hao became very impatient when his professional abilities were questioned. Moreover, he was hoping to make a name for himself at school through this act of bravery, so he pulled the person back.

"Don't you trust my judgment? Let's wait a bit longer, and then take him to the hospital for a proper check-up after he's calmed down."

People around her were also advising the woman that listening to the doctor was always the right thing to do.

No, this doesn't seem like epilepsy! Ji Sisi suddenly realized that epileptic seizures are much faster than this, while the child's legs were kicking and his hands were hooking back.

(End of this chapter)