Just preparing for the college entrance examination, the divorce counterattack system came

Chapter 362 Destiny Concrete

"Why don't you let Qianqian go?" she asked.

"There's nothing wrong with her body. There's nothing to check." Jiang Nian paused, turned around and said, "By the way, remember to keep it a secret."

Song Xiyun had been following him closely, but when he heard the word "keep it secret", he suddenly felt guilty.

This wording sounds like stealing.

But she shouldn't be such a person, so she stopped and stood still.

"What do you mean by keeping it confidential?"

"Only God and your mother knows. Don't tell Xu Qianqian that I took you there." Jiang Nian glanced at her without explaining much.

"Hey, why are you still swearing?" Song Xiyun muttered softly.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian was speechless.

"Your mother knows means that your mother also knows. It is authorized exclusively by the parents. It is not an illegal activity."

Song Xiyun didn't know how this person got the authorization, he just thought it was outrageous.

"Then why can't you tell Qianqian?"

"Because I didn't tell her. If you told her, wouldn't that hurt me?" Jiang Nian asked back, "I'm doing this for your own good, and you're selling me out?"

For a moment, Song Xiyun couldn't find any loopholes in Jiang Nian's logic.

She stood on the road in a daze for a long time before she suddenly reacted. She ran after him, not knowing what to say.

A BYD parked on the side of the road.

Jiang Nian, who was squatting on the street, stood up and patted Song Xiyun on the shoulder.

"Let's go, get in the car."

The hospital where Zhou Yuting's relatives worked was not on the long street in the south of the town. It was not impossible to walk there, but it was a bit strenuous.

"Oh, okay." Song Xiyun followed closely, his mind still a little confused, and he sat in the back seat with him in a daze.

After the car started, she saw it turn in a strange direction. Then she remembered to ask where it was going, so she turned around and asked.

"Where are we going?"

"The Third Hospital." Jiang Nian had just finished replying to a WeChat message and was fiddling with his phone. "When we get there, someone will take us in."

Hearing the word "we", Song Xiyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least she wasn't the only one going in. Especially for someone with a muddled mind, it would be embarrassing to run around departments with a list in hand.

"Ah."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Soon after the two got off the car, they met the person who met them at the hospital gate. He was a middle-aged man named Zhao with a warm personality.

After all, he was paid for the job, and it was introduced by his niece. The other party was also quite ethical and had arranged everything.

Some queue-jumping tactics were used, but the locals were used to it and it was fine to see a doctor with a little girl.

After a series of examinations, the results came out one after another.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Nian sat on a stone bench outside the hospital, holding up the description of his lungs on the examination form and looking at it in the sun.

I thought, how could such a small disease become the cause of the disease?

He had verified that all the illnesses Song Xiyun would suffer from later in life were caused by this disease. They would recur intermittently and repeatedly.

Maybe if you delay it too much, it will turn into a new disease.

They are young and don't care until one day they completely break out. Or they may get worse due to various circumstances.

Song Xiyun, who was standing aside like a quail, asked nervously.

"What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her and put away the list.

"pneumonia."

With a ding, the task panel popped up.

[Task: Find out what's wrong with Song Xiyun. Reward: Skill: Winning (refreshed every five days) has been issued.]

"Ah?" Song Xiyun was at a loss like a child, "How could it be? My cough has clearly healed."

There was a big dead tree above their heads, with a few birds perched on its dry branches, chirping and jumping in the warm winter sun.

"There are no more physical education classes." Jiang Nian said.

"What?" Song Xiyun asked subconsciously.

"I said, get treatment." Jiang Nian stood up and took a photo of the list as a backup. "If the disease is found, then get treatment. What else can we do?"

"Wait!" Song Xiyun held him back, pleading, "Can you please not treat it yet? Maybe you found something wrong."

"Are you more professional than a doctor?" Jiang Nian put his hands on his hips and acted like an adult.

No, he is eighteen.

You are already an adult who can do whatever you want with your ID card. You can have sex with anyone, as long as you find that person.

It is indeed difficult to find people to play duo in an Internet cafe.

"What if that happens?" Song Xiyun bit her lower lip and stiffened her neck to argue, "And I do look fine."

"Okay, if you say it's okay, then it's okay." Jiang Nian took a step back.

Hearing this, Song Xiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks"

But before he could finish his words, Jiang Nian suddenly said something.

"Send it to your mother."

"Don't!" Song Xiyun suddenly became anxious like a cat with its fur standing on end, and immediately pressed Jiang Nian's hand.

The two of them suddenly fell on top of each other on the stone bench, and were immediately embarrassed.

A person passing by was amazed.

The romantic thoughts in my heart are reflected in the reality, and the fallen girl is threatened by the yellow-haired man with photos. The world is really going downhill, and people's hearts are not as good as they used to be.

Jiang Nian pushed Song Xiyun away and stood up calmly.

"I'm not trying to scare you, but the doctor said that if you don't treat this disease, you won't have much chance to get it treated in the future."

Song Xiyun was frightened immediately, because everyone is afraid of death.

She would hold her breath even when she passed by the number 404, let alone hearing such scary remarks.

As expected, the girl was already dazzled and asked weakly.

"How long can I live?"

"That depends on you. Your illness is indeed not simple." Jiang Nian looked as if he was about to use Japanese-style threats.

"Then can I wait two years before treatment?" Song Xiyun lowered her head. "I want to use the money I earn myself to treat it. My family has no money." "It's better to treat it now. In two years, you may spend your money on your boyfriend." Jiang Nian told the truth.

"How is that possible!" Song Xiyun looked up and retorted!

Jiang Nian didn't even blink, thinking in his heart, in a parallel universe, your gold coins were spent by your buddy, how could your buddy not know?
I'll wait until you go to college and then cheat you out of some gold coins.

Just kidding, people shouldn't at least cheat a little bit. Just cheat all of it and transfer it to your own account to manage.

"It shouldn't be that serious. It's not a serious illness. It can be solved with medical insurance for maybe a few thousand dollars." Jiang Nian was puzzled.

Hearing this, Song Xiyun immediately lowered his head and stopped talking. He stood in front of the stone chair in silence for a long time before he spoke.

"My mother doesn't like staying in Zhennan either. She waited for me to graduate just for my sake. Then she would be free."

"It's one more expense, one more stress."

Jiang Nian listened to all her words quietly. Fortunately, he had no sympathy, otherwise he would have been controlled for a while.

Then Yasasi asked her about her difficulties and various past events.

Actually, it was useless to ask, because he couldn't pay. It wasn't that he couldn't pay, but that money wasn't given that way.

Giving money is also a kind of pressure.

So, Jiang Nian stood up, looked at the sky and said.

"It's getting late, and my request for leave has expired. Let me tell you something and see if you can accept it."

"What method?" Song Xiyun became nervous.

Outside the lottery station outside the supermarket.

Song Xiyun looked at the shop, then at Jiang Nian. He looked incredulous and couldn't say a word for a while.

"Is this your approach?"

"Well, let God choose." Jiang Nian looked at Song Xiyun and asked, "Do you agree with the probability of scratching the lottery?"

"No." Song Xiyun was about to shake his head, "It depends on whether the boss is a black person or not. Most of them are."

Jiang Nian pointed at her and said, "I didn't say much."

"That's indeed quite random." Song Xiyun withdrew a ban, "But the probability is not high."

Jiang Nian nodded and spoke frankly.

"I'll buy a scratch ticket. If I don't win anything, then I'll do as you say and I won't tell your mom. I'll keep it a secret."

"What if I win?" Song Xiyun swallowed.

"The winnings are yours, but I have to tell your mother." Jiang Nian spread his hands, and his tone didn't sound like a negotiation.

Song Xiyun hesitated for a long time and asked in a low voice.

"Who's going to pay for the scratch tickets?"

"You, I've already said that the winnings are yours." Jiang Nian stretched out his hand and handed it to her, "Give me money or transfer it?"

Hearing this, Song Xiyun felt heartbroken.

But after weighing the pros and cons, I still paid the money.

The two came to the shop, ready to choose the corresponding scratch tickets, while there were also a few people and a young couple scratching in front of them.

Jiang Nian didn't hesitate much. He picked out a ticket that caught his eye from the pile, paid for it, and handed it to Song Xiyun.

"Here, you bought it, shave it yourself."

"Oh." Song Xiyun was a little nervous.

This was the first time she had bought something like this, and she knew it was a no-win. If she bought less, she might make a profit, but if she bought more, she would definitely lose money.

If you are lucky, you can win fifty or one hundred, but most of the time you are not lucky.

She was already prepared to lose money, so she just thought of it as listening to Jiang Nian's words. After all, it wasn't easy for him to take leave while he was busy running errands.

A few people were scratching lottery tickets with plastic sheets, and they were all gathered together shouting, sometimes fifty, sometimes twenty.

Song Xiyun was holding twenty-one tickets of a certain lottery, with the highest first prize of 800,000 yuan. The probability of this happening was basically impossible.

Next is the second class of five thousand, one thousand, five hundred, and so on.

She was not short, but she was not very courageous. She could not squeeze into the scratch-off area, nor could she get the plastic scraper, so she was too embarrassed to speak.

I could only stand there and wait, watching those people scrape away the dust without stopping. Finally, they dispersed, leaving behind a pile of debris.

At this time, Song Xiyun quietly moved over, picked up the plastic scraper, and began to scratch the lottery carefully and seriously.

The young couple next to them were relatively quiet and did not join in the commotion.

The prize I won in the end was neither a profit nor a loss, just enough to cover my capital. In total, I made 20 yuan, which was considered good luck.

They did not leave, but watched Song Xiyun scratch the lottery tickets with interest.

"The little girl only bought one, why not buy a few more?"

Song Xiyun lowered his head and said, "I didn't buy it."

The two young lovers didn't take it seriously and smiled at each other. They just thought that the girl was a little introverted, so they stood there and watched for a while longer.

Song Xiyun finished shaving clumsily and felt completely confused.

"Jiang Nian, please help me take a look."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian walked towards her. His face was calm, he was not curious about the result, [Win] plus [Accurate].

If this fails, he will do something ruthless behind the owner's back.

The grooves, you are trying to fake it, right?

"Well, let us help you take a look." The young couple said enthusiastically, still smiling, "Yes, we play it often."

The two of them leaned over to take a look, and their eyes changed instantly.

"The chances of winning this one are actually...wait, did you win?"

"Yes, I won. I think it's five thousand."

"Damn it, it's true!"

ten minutes later.

Song Xiyun stood on the side of the road, looking at the passing cars. Then he looked at the extra 5,000 yuan in his phone, and felt a little confused.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Nian who was squatting under a tree waiting for the bus.

"Did you know that it would win?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her, put away his phone and stood up.

"Do you think I'm a god?"

In the sunshine, Song Xiyun looked at the golden sunlight casting through the sparse branches and leaves of the old tree, hitting the concrete ground, forming strips of light.

The young man in front of me has a melancholy gaze and his black hair is loose and fluttering slightly in the wind.

For the first time, she had a concrete feeling of her destiny.

(End of this chapter)