Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 24

Shijia Bridge is right on the road. For safety reasons, Li Zhuiyuan stood on the roadside under the bridge, looking south to see if the car had arrived, and then looking at Uncle Qin who was standing beside him.

Uncle Qin saw that Li Zhuiyuan's eyes kept falling on him, so he lowered his head and asked, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Uncle, is the movie tonight good?"

"Yeah, it looks good. It's a pity that you and A-Li are sitting too far away, so you can't see it clearly."

"I saw it clearly, and it's beautiful too."

Then, Li Zhuiyuan stopped talking and stopped looking at the people around him.

Uncle Qin stood up straight. He thought the boy would ask questions in that area, but he didn't.

This child always seems to know his limits, which makes it easy for people to like him.

However, upon closer thought, it seems that every time faced with critical needs, he will break the boundaries without hesitation, just like last time and this time.

A black car slowed down when it drove to the bridge. The window rolled down and the driver stuck her head out. It was a woman with wavy hair:
"Hello, is this Li Zhuiyuan?"

"Yes."

"Engineer Luo asked me to pick you up. Get in the car."

The car turned and stopped.

Li Zhuiyuan and Uncle Qin got in the car and both sat in the back seat.

In order to save time, cars drive very fast, so sometimes in order to avoid bicycles and tricycles without headlights, you need to turn the steering wheel or brake suddenly.

After sitting for a while, Li Zhuiyuan felt a little overwhelmed and he was carsick.

The situation was urgent, and he was too embarrassed to ask the driver to drive slower, so he could only shake the small door handle on his side, trying to open the window a little to let in some fresh air.

After shaking it several times, the window didn't move. After shaking it a few more times, the small handle was shaken off the door by itself.

Li Zhuiyuan could only put the small handle back on and leaned back on the seat helplessly.

At this time, Uncle Qin leaned over, stretched out his hand, and put his palm on the car window.

With a sharp friction sound, the car window was pulled down.

The fresh wind blew in from outside, and Li Zhuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he was still a little worried that the driver would be angry, but the driver might be concentrating on driving and not notice the changes behind him.

Li Zhuiyuan tried to turn the small handle in the opposite direction, and was relieved when he found that the car window could be raised again.

After helping to open the window, Uncle Qin kept his eyes closed and looked like he was asleep.

Li Zhuiyuan also turned slightly to the side, resting his head on the back of the seat, wanting to take a nap.

But for some reason, when the car started moving, the vibration was unusually loud, especially since my ear was pressed against the seat, I could actually hear the whirring sound of the wind.

At first, Li Zhuiyuan thought it was because the car window was open and air was flowing in, so he rolled the window up a little more, leaving only a small gap.

But when I sat back in this position, the sound of the wind in my ears didn't change at all.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder: How come this Japanese car is as thin as paper?
He reached out his hand curiously and pressed on the back of the car, then pressed a groove and it didn't bounce back.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up straight silently and decided to not sleep and wait until he got to the hospital.

Looking out the car window, there are currently no street lights on the rural roads, so it is pitch black outside and there is nothing to see, but every time you pass a town, you can see shops and slightly dense crowds of people.

That's right, the lights in this store are so dazzling.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the light outside was not coming in from the car windows, but more like the entire car was shining with light.

But this is not the city center, and the town’s night shops don’t have dense neon lights.

As the car left the rural section and entered the city, the road conditions improved, but there were also more cars on the road.

These cars seemed to be very unruly. Many of them cut in line and changed lanes without turning on the lights. The drivers were so angry that they kept honking the horn and muttering and cursing.

Speaking authentic Nantong dialect, Li Zhuiyuan felt that his grandfather Li Weihan did not speak the dialect as authentically as him.

It wasn’t an easy journey, but finally, we could see the People’s Hospital building in front of us.

But at this moment, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that the driver was staring at him and Uncle Qin through the rearview mirror. After noticing his gaze, the two began to look at each other through the rearview mirror.

This made Li Zhuiyuan very confused, because the driver's eyes seemed to never return to the front.

However, I could see through the front windshield that the car I was riding in had moved into the opposite lane and there was a truck coming towards me.

"Watch out for the cars!" Li Zhuiyuan shouted.

But the driver still did not take his eyes off the rearview mirror. Not only did he not brake, he accelerated instead.

If this continues, we'll collide directly with the truck.

Uncle Qin opened his eyes, raised his feet and stepped down.

"boom!"

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes wide, and saw that Uncle Qin's feet had stepped through the bottom of the car!
Then Uncle Qin reached out and grabbed the boy's neck, and Li Zhuiyuan felt himself being lifted up.

It feels very strange because you are sitting in the car, but when you are lifted up, it seems that you and the car are separated in motion. The next scene violates the common sense of physics in your mind.

"Crash..."

The car seat, rear windshield, and trunk all hit him.

My body felt the force and it was a little painful, but not serious.

The next moment, Li Zhuiyuan found himself being carried by Uncle Qin on the road. A car with a hole in the back seat had just passed by.

The car rammed into the truck with unstoppable momentum.

The expected crash did not occur. Most of the car broke apart and the rest was run over by the truck.

All around, there were scattered bamboo and wooden strips, as well as colored paper.

This car is actually made of paper!
Uncle Qin turned sideways and took Li Zhuiyuan up the stairs. As the truck drove past them, they could see that the driver in the cab was rubbing his eyes hard and looking at the rearview mirror.

He seemed to feel that he had hit something before, and was wondering if he was hallucinating due to fatigue driving.

Uncle Qin put Li Zhuiyuan down. Li Zhuiyuan took a deep breath and asked, "Uncle, what car did we just take?"

"You've seen it. It's on the first floor of the house."

"But..." Li Zhuiyuan looked around and looked at the hospital building in front of him again, "Have we really arrived at the People's Hospital?"

"arrive."

Li Zhuiyuan subconsciously reached out and touched Uncle Qin's arm. He couldn't tell whether the Uncle Qin in front of him was real or fake. Uncle Qin didn't hold the soy sauce bottle this time.

Uncle Qin pointed ahead and said, "The hospital gate is right there, aren't you going in?"

"But have we really arrived?" Li Zhuiyuan still didn't understand.

"if not?"

"How did you do it?"

Li Zhuiyuan frowned. He could understand how a paper man could become a living person. He could also understand all the bizarre things in the dream. He could even understand that he had really experienced making a paper car.

But what he couldn't understand was that he could actually ride a paper car and come to the city from Siyuan Village!

Uncle Qin patted Li Zhuiyuan's shoulder gently and said, "She carried us here on her back."

"what?"

Uncle Qin didn't seem to want to continue explaining: "Go in, if you delay any longer, your big friend might die."

"Oh yes."

Li Zhuiyuan put his thoughts aside and walked into the hospital with Uncle Qin. At this time, they should go to the emergency room first to ask.

But on the steps below the building, Li Zhuiyuan saw the female driver who had driven the car earlier, wearing exactly the same clothes and with the same wavy hair.

The woman was holding something that might be a document or a test form, and she looked anxious. She kept pulling the medical staff passing by to ask questions.

The most important thing is that she didn't seem to recognize us at all. Even though we were so close to her, she had no reaction.

"Uncle, is she alive?"

"Ah."

Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, I want to ask where Xue Liangliang is now?"

"Little boy, who are you?"

"My name is Li Zhuiyuan, Director Luo asked me to come here."

"Director Luo... the car I arranged has just left. Did you come here on your own?"

"Ah."

"Okay then, I'll take you up first."

The woman led Li Zhuiyuan and Uncle Qin upstairs. During a brief conversation, Li Zhuiyuan learned that although Xue Liangliang had just finished the rescue, his current condition was very bad and all his organs were in danger of failure.

In the ward, Luo Tingrui was standing beside Xue Liangliang's bed, looking at him anxiously.

He really didn't know why it turned out like this just because the boat swayed a little and he fell into the water and was rescued immediately.

At this time, Xue Liangliang's face was pale and he was still talking nonsense:

"No, no, no, I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be a live-in son-in-law. I don't want to be a live-in son-in-law."

Luo Tingrui adjusted his glasses. He didn’t understand why Liangliang would talk like this in his sleep.

I haven't introduced my daughter to him yet, and he has no interest in having a live-in son-in-law. So, who is forcing him?

But who can force him?

Luo Tingrui knew what Xue Liangliang was doing in school. This kid was quite good at making money, and he had no plans to stay in school or stay in the local area, nor did he plan to join a good public institution. He was wholeheartedly planning to go to the southwest to engage in construction after graduation.

To be honest, as an outstanding graduate of Haihe University, combined with the current job conditions and working environment in Southwest China, you would be very happy if you were willing to go there, and you don't even need to use backdoor connections.

But now, although I don’t understand the nonsense, at least I can understand it. Xue Liangliang’s nonsense before was:

"Don't lock me up, don't hit me, don't strangle me, I feel so uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable, please, let me go, don't torture me..."

At that time, Luo Tingrui even began to suspect whether Xue Liangliang had experienced some inhumane torture in his childhood, leaving a trauma.

The door of the ward was opened, and Li Zhuiyuan led Uncle Qin in. Luo Tingrui nodded to Li Zhuiyuan, but his eyes were still focused on Uncle Qin.

It was normal to ignore the child. He was already guessing that the middle-aged man should be the one who could help.

The doctor has already expressed his efforts before. Although the patient is now equipped with a testing device, he can only continue to observe passively. If the patient's vital signs deteriorate further, the outcome will be difficult to reverse.

Luo Tingrui is not a pedantic person. Considering what happened to Zhao Hequan, who is still lying in the hospital, and Xue Liangliang before, he has reason to suspect that the incident caused by the statue is not over yet.

"You go out first."

"Yes, Director." The woman was taken out of the ward by Luo Tingrui.

Then, Luo Tingrui pointed at himself and asked, "Do I need to go out?"

Uncle Qin didn't answer, but walked straight to the other side of the bed, put his hand on Xue Liangliang's forehead and rubbed it gently.

Soon, cold sweat broke out on Xue Liangliang's face, and the amount of sweat was so heavy that it immediately soaked the pillow.

Luo Tingrui picked up the towel and prepared to help wipe it, but as soon as he started wiping, he felt that the sweat was unexpectedly slippery, like the lubricating oil used in the workshop.

How could human sweat look like this?

At this time, Uncle Qin clenched his fist and smashed it into Xue Liangliang's abdomen.

"No!" Luo Tingrui had no time to stop him.

"boom!"

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Uncle Qin's fist did not really land on Xue Liangliang, but stopped in advance, but the quilt on Xue Liangliang's body still quickly sank.

A shrill scream suddenly resounded throughout the ward.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately covered his ears, but it was of no use. His eardrums hurt so much that they were almost pierced, and his entire brain felt as if it was being hit hard by an iron hammer.

Luo Tingrui just heard a strange sound just now, then looked at Uncle Qin in confusion, and finally, looked at the boy who was huddled against the corner. He wondered what was wrong with the boy?
Uncle Qin's gaze also shifted to Li Zhuiyuan.

Uncle Qin showed surprise in his eyes, because he didn't expect Xiaoyuan to be so sensitive in this regard.

His mind couldn't help but echo Liu Yumei's instructions to him: just teach him martial arts.

Uncle Qin swallowed his saliva:
For a child like this, do we really only teach him martial arts?

As for Xue Liangliang, he first broke into a sweat and then was hit with a "fake" punch. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he looked a lot more relaxed.

Luo Tingrui finally felt relieved, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"what……"

The screams finally stopped, but Li Zhuiyuan still felt a buzzing sound in his head.

He was about to stand up by holding the wall, but just as he raised his head a little, he found a pair of red embroidered shoes in his sight in the southwest corner of the ward. Above the embroidered shoes was a bluish-white ankle, and above that was the red hem of the skirt.

Li Zhuiyuan didn’t know what happened next because he didn’t dare to continue watching.

He had seen several people fall dead, but none of them could give him such strong alertness and pressure.

She was not someone he could observe, not even secretly. If he continued to look at her, something terrible would happen to him immediately.

The "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu" recorded some powerful deaths, and used such descriptions... Anyone who saw it would die.

The word used here is "sorrow" instead of "death", but sometimes "sorrow" is more terrifying than death. With this kind of existence, even if you only establish eye contact, disaster will befall you in an instant.

Uncle Qin noticed that Li Zhuiyuan, who was squatting on the ground, changed the direction of his squatting.

He looked in the direction Li Zhuiyuan had gone before, then looked back at Li Zhuiyuan. His mouth felt dry.

It's not because of the person standing in the corner of the ward.

Instead,

Xiaoyuan, can you even see her?

He knew that A'li could see it, but what was the point of A'li seeing it?

She completely shut herself off in her own world, almost completely isolated from the outside world.

But this little boy can talk, do things and is very lively!
Li Zhuiyuan heard footsteps. It was Uncle Qin's. He was moving from the bedside to the corner behind him.

Uncle Qin, go find that woman.

This was indeed the case. In Luo Tingrui's sight, he saw the middle-aged man walk to the corner, standing there without saying a word, as if he was facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

Luo Tingrui couldn't understand it. Of course, he also knew that if he could understand such things, he would not be in his current department.

Xue Liangliang, whose condition had improved, started talking nonsense again:

"I don't live here, I don't want to stay here, I still have a career to pursue, I still have dreams to realize, you can't keep me here, I don't agree, I absolutely don't agree!"

Luo Tingrui was a little confused. Was it because Xue Liangliang's condition had improved that made him more confident and assertive in his words?

Li Zhuiyuan turned his back to Uncle Qin, stood up, slowly walked to the bedside, and looked at Xue Liangliang.

He didn't hear the previous two paragraphs of nonsense, and only heard this one. Without enough key information, he was also confused.

However, his current situation is also very twisted. On the one hand, he feels very dangerous, but on the other hand, he feels quite safe because of Uncle Qin.

Luo Tingrui pointed at Uncle Qin in the corner and Li Zhuiyuan shook his head at him. Luo Tingrui understood and stood still.

Xue Liangliang stopped talking nonsense, and the ward fell into an eerie silence for a long time.

at last,

Uncle Qin broke this atmosphere.

He walked back to the bedside, and in front of Li Zhuiyuan and Luo Tingrui, he took off his vest and threw it on the IV stand.

Then, Uncle Qin began to move the index fingers of both hands across his arms, shoulders, chest and other places.

Every time a scratch is made, bruises of varying lengths and depths will appear.

An ordinary person would scream in pain if any of these strokes landed on him, but Uncle Qin seemed to be painting himself.

His face was very calm, as if he was doing something very simple and normal.

Luo Tingrui didn't understand what the man was doing. After Li Zhuiyuan found that the bruises on Uncle Qin's left and right sides were symmetrical, he understood that Uncle Qin was drawing talismans.

The fingers are the pen, the body is the paper, and the paint is the new scars you have made.

After finishing the painting, Uncle Qin walked to the door of the ward and opened it.

He once again looked towards the corner where he had stood before.
He opened his mouth and said:

"I know why the mistress asked me to come here today. She wanted me to tell the Bai family: the Qin family is not extinct yet!"

After saying that, Uncle Qin tapped his forehead with his right thumb, and then moved it away, leaving a trace of blood, which also meant that the last stroke of the rune was completed.

Suddenly, a wind blew in the ward.

The wind was not strong, but very light, but very cold. Li Zhuiyuan shivered unconsciously, and the same happened to Luo Tingrui opposite him, who folded his arms.

The wind was not only blowing in this ward, but in the entire floor, and even in several floors above and below, all of which were blowing and converging here.

Li Zhuiyuan vaguely saw that it seemed that many shadows were carried by the wind and entered Uncle Qin's body, including a red shadow from this ward.

Does this mean that you are taking all the dirty stuff into your body?

Uncle Qin stood there for a long time before he took a step back to the bedside, reached out to take back his vest, and put it back on.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Uncle Qin's steps were a little stiff at first, and even his facial expression seemed a little dull, but after putting his clothes back on, he seemed to have recovered... or maybe he had adapted.

The lights in this ward also seemed to have become brighter and clearer. In fact, it was not just here that had changed. Half of the building had become much brighter. In fact, sometimes the lights in the hospital at night would appear dim and foggy. It was not because of the lighting settings, but because there were more things in a place like a hospital.

Moreover, the appearance of the female driver and the paper cart meant that the terrible dirty thing had already covered the ward, and even Luo Tingrui's actions were within its sight.

Uncle Qin looked at Luo Tingrui and said, "I need a car to go somewhere."

Luo Tingrui: "The car I sent to pick you up should still be downstairs in the hospital."

"Director Luo, the car is not here." Li Zhuiyuan said.

"Then how did you get here so quickly?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "We took a human-powered tricycle."

"Then... I'll arrange a motorcycle. Well, can you ride it?" Luo Tingrui looked at Uncle Qin.

Uncle Qin nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, I'll have someone arrange it right away." Luo Tingrui took Uncle Qin out of the ward, called the female comrade over, and after giving her instructions, signaled to Uncle Qin that he could follow her downstairs to get the car.

When they left, Li Zhuiyuan, who stayed in the ward, heard Xue Liangliang's nonsense:

"No, I won't marry you. There is no love between us. This is the first time we met. I am not that casual about marriage. Don't dream!"

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder if Brother Liangliang was acting in a Qiong Yao drama in his dream?
Nowadays, the craze for Qiong Yao dramas has emerged, and college students on campus are also one of the target audiences. Li Zhuiyuan often sees older brothers and sisters talking about dramas and holding novels in their hands on campus.

At this time, Uncle Qin walked back to the door of the ward and said, "Xiaoyuan, I'm leaving."

"Here I come, uncle."

Li Zhuiyuan followed Uncle Qin downstairs, took the motorcycle, started it, turned the handle, and a roar sounded.

Uncle Qin drove very fast. After quickly passing through the city, he headed towards the suburbs.

Li Zhuiyuan was sitting in the back. Because he didn't have a helmet, in order to avoid the wind, he could only put his face against Uncle Qin's back and hold Uncle Qin's waist with both hands.

He was very surprised that Uncle Qin, who had been farming in the fields in the afternoon and staring at the woman in red in the ward just now, was now speeding on a motorcycle.

Li Zhuiyuan felt the madness from this world.

At the same time, in the hospital ward, Luo Tingrui heard Xue Liangliang's nonsense again:
“No, it’s impossible to come back once a month. My future work won’t allow me to leave the construction site. It’s the result of the hard work of so many people. I can’t be so irresponsible.

Half a year won’t do. Future large projects will not have such a short construction period, and there cannot be any mistakes.

My future is not in Nantong, not in Jiangsu. I want to go to the Southwest. That is my dream and my future.

So, don't dream, really, I won't marry you, and you can't tie me down here."

Luo Tingrui took off his glasses, blew on the lenses, and then wiped them with his clothes.

He was moved, sad, and wanted to laugh at the same time: You little brat, you've ended up in such a miserable state, but you're still dreaming of building the Southwest.

Putting his glasses back on, Luo Tingrui sighed.

Middle-aged people are always accustomed to disdain the aura of idealism of young people, thinking that it is due to their naivety and immaturity, but they seldom reflect on whether it is possible that they are the ones who are depraved and lost?

"Liangliang, if you can get better this time, I will take you to the southwest myself."

……

The car drove to the riverside and Li Zhuiyuan got out. After Uncle Qin propped up the car, he clapped his hands and stared at the river with a look of rich emotion.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered that Liu Yumei once said that her ancestral home was in Jiangshang.

Throughout the ages, rivers have always been the birthplace of civilization.

The sand on both sides of the river is the accumulation of countless joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. There are countless stories and mysteries that have settled at the bottom of the river over the years.

It seems that Brother Liangliang said that the location of Baijia Town was recorded incorrectly in the local chronicles... Li Zhuiyuan faced the direction of Chongming Island and roughly estimated the direction and distance.

A guess gradually arose in my heart:
Could it be that Baijia Town is really right at the bottom of the river right in front of us?

Uncle Qin began to take off his clothes. Unlike in the hospital where he only took off his vest, this time he took off all his clothes. He folded his clothes and placed them on the shore, and put a pebble on top of them.

Next, Uncle Qin twisted his neck first, then grabbed his hands under his ears, and then tore it with all his strength.

Li Zhuiyuan heard the sound of flesh tearing, and when he looked closely, he found that there were five long wounds under Uncle Qin's ears on both sides.

These wounds were opening and closing continuously while bleeding.

Like...bloody fish gills.

Then, Uncle Qin began to stretch his body. With every movement, there was a crisp sound of bones and some ruptures of skin and flesh could be heard inside his body.

Soon, many dense stretch marks-like marks appeared on Uncle Qin's body.

However, it was not located on his stomach, but evenly distributed on his arms and legs.

After finishing a set of stretching, Uncle Qin stopped, stood where he was, and adjusted his breathing. The bloody wound under his ear closed and opened with his breathing frequency.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that Uncle Qin was a little different. His physique had undergone obvious changes.

"Xiaoyuan."

"Ah."

"Look for something good on the shore."

"Okay, uncle."

Uncle Qin nodded, then bent down, and started running under the moonlight.

He didn't run very fast, but his body movements were very coordinated. He ran to the river, jumped into the river, and disappeared in an instant.

Like a fish returning to the river.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the river surface which had returned to calm, and then looked at the clothes that Uncle Qin had left on the shore.

He raised his hand and gently patted his forehead. After what happened, he seemed to really react:
"Is it really... going to go on like this?"

Li Zhuiyuan was standing at first, but after standing for a while, his legs felt sore, so he sat down.

Time passed by continuously. Uncle Qin had been down there for a long time. There was no movement on the surface of the river, not even a single special bubble was seen.

But all I can do now is wait.

Li Zhuiyuan yawned and looked towards the horizon. The night was like a piece of clothing that had been washed many times. The original dark color began to fade, and it would not be long before it turned white.

Shaking his head, Li Zhuiyuan forced himself to dispel his sleepiness. After wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he stood up again and continued to look at the river.

This time, he saw movement.

In the center of the river, a figure seemed to appear and then disappear. Just when Li Zhuiyuan wondered if he was seeing things, he saw Uncle Qin walking out of the river.

His body was covered with shocking wounds, many of which were black and oozing pus.

The most terrifying thing was the one on the chest, which was so deep and long that you could almost see the white bones inside.

But Uncle Qin acted as if nothing had happened. He squatted by the river and began to wash his body with the river water.

Li Zhuiyuan brought the clothes over. When he got closer, he saw many long nails and teeth still embedded in Uncle Qin's wound.

Seeing this, one can even imagine how that group of things rushed to him and bit him madly.

At the same time, Li Zhuiyuan noticed that there was obvious anger in Uncle Qin's eyes.

Uncle is angry.

"Uncle, how's it going?"

"not so good."

"Failed?"

"It was almost successful." Uncle Qin said as he reached out and pulled out a long nail.

"And then?" Li Zhuiyuan stood behind Uncle Qin and reached out to grab a finger that had pierced his back. After pulling it out with force, the finger was still moving. It was clearly a part of the human body, but it felt like a freshly cut snake.

After Li Zhuiyuan dropped his finger on the ground, it was still wriggling towards the river. The blood-red nail was emitting a strange luster.

"Smash it." Uncle Qin said.

"Okay." Li Zhuiyuan picked up a stone and smashed it down hard. His finger was deformed, but it was still wriggling. After smashing it hard several times in a row, it finally rotted and stopped.

"Huff, huff..." Li Zhuiyuan gasped. He was reluctant to look down at the pool of blood and flesh.

"Come on!"

Uncle Qin pulled out another finger from his body and threw it in front of Li Zhuiyuan. His meaning was very simple.

Li Zhuiyuan could only pick up the stone again and continue smashing it.

If there were an early riser passing by here at this time and saw this scene from a distance, he would probably think it was a heartwarming picture of father and son.

After cleaning the dirt embedded in his body, Uncle Qin picked up his clothes and put them on.

"Uncle, the wound..."

"Go back and let your aunt handle it."

"Oh." Li Zhuiyuan nodded and asked, "Uncle, is Baijia Town just down there?"

"You know so much?"

"Brother Liangliang told me all this."

"Yes, it is down there."

"So the place you just went to is Baijia Town?"

"I went in, and everything was almost done, but..."

"But what happened?"

"You'll know when you get back to the hospital. Your friend is really impressive. He's a ruthless guy. Really, too ruthless."

Li Zhuiyuan could hear that Uncle Qin was very angry because things were not done according to his ideas, and the person who caused this result seemed to be Xue Liangliang.

"boarding."

"Uncle, can you still drive?"

"Then you come and drive?"

Li Zhuiyuan obediently got into the car.

When the motorcycle arrived in front of a private house in the suburbs, Uncle Qin stopped the car, walked onto the dam, took a coat from the clothesline and put it on himself, and then clipped the money on the rope.

He had too many injuries on his body, and the vest alone couldn't cover them, so he probably couldn't even get into the hospital.

The car drove into the hospital and Uncle Qin stopped.

As Li Zhuiyuan got out of the car, he asked, "Uncle, will Baijia Town continue to cause trouble in the future?"

Those ladies from the Bai family are simply haunting people, and Li Zhuiyuan is really afraid that another one will pop up in the future.

"It will be quiet for a long time, because the most important lady of the Bai family has spoken."

In fact, compared with the injuries on his body, the outcome of the Bai family's incident gave Qin Li more headaches.

His mission was to slap the Bai family back, but he had only given half of the slap when he couldn't give the remaining half.

He also had to think about how to explain to Liu Yumei when he returned.

"Uncle Qin, Grandma Liu was just in a bad mood today, but now a night has passed. I think after a good night's sleep, Grandma Liu should have calmed down."

Qin Li nodded. He felt that the boy was right. He also heard that the boy was comforting himself. However, he had begun to get used to the boy's behavior.

"Come on, Xiaoyuan, go up and see your friend, then we'll go home."

"okay."

I walked upstairs and returned to the ward. I happened to see Luo Tingrui coming out with a thermos bottle. "You're back. It's just right. Liangliang woke up earlier, but fell asleep again. Can you help me take care of him first? I'll go get a bottle of boiled water."

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the ward and saw that Xue Liangliang had been removed from the medical equipment. He was no longer unconscious but was sleeping soundly.

"Uncle, is he okay?"

"He's in big trouble."

"what?"

"When he wakes up, ask him yourself. I'll go downstairs to buy some bandages." Uncle Qin stood up and left the ward.

At this time, Xue Liangliang, who was sleeping soundly, was grinding his teeth and talking in his sleep:

"Two years? Two years won't do. Three years at least. I can only promise that I will come to see you once every three years."

Xue Liangliang turned over while hugging the quilt and continued talking in his sleep:

"We're not going to have kids?"

Hearing Xue Liangliang's words, Li Zhuiyuan's face showed shock. He seemed to have pieced together something extraordinary, but because it was too outrageous, he felt that he must be wrong.

At this time, Xue Liangliang seemed to wake up. He looked at Li Zhuiyuan who was standing beside the bed, and Li Zhuiyuan was also looking at him.

After a while, Xue Liangliang retracted his gaze, sat up, and leaned his back against the hospital bed. His expression was dull, and he looked like he had just suffered a major blow.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up an orange from the bedside table and peeled it silently.

Finally, Xue Liangliang spoke, his tone was lonely, with a deep sense of melancholy and desolation:
"Xiaoyuan, let me tell you something terrible."

"Well, brother, you say."

Li Zhuiyuan peeled the orange, took out a piece of flesh and put it to Xue Liangliang's mouth. Xue Liangliang opened his mouth and ate it. Then, a touch of sourness appeared on his originally extremely sad expression.

Xue Liangliang opened his mouth, unable to speak for a moment, because the emotions he had worked so hard to build up were abruptly interrupted.

He had just readjusted himself and was about to speak when he saw Li Zhuiyuan putting the second piece of orange flesh to his mouth.

"Xiaoyuan, you eat too."

"No, it's sour."

"Then you..." The second piece of orange flesh was put into the mouth.

Xue Liangliang's eyes were filled with tears. He chewed and spoke with a trembling voice:

"Xiaoyuan, I'm getting married."

"Congratulations."

Li Zhuiyuan picked up another piece of tangerine flesh and handed it to Xue Liangliang. This time, Xue Liangliang did not resist and ate the tangerine. Not sure if it was because of the sourness or because of his true feelings, but his face was covered with tears.

"Your sister-in-law is quite nice."

"As long as the person is good, that's fine." Li Zhuiyuan nodded in agreement. "My grandfather told us that when choosing a partner, the main thing to look at is the person's character and personality. Other things, such as how good-looking they are or whether they are dead or alive, are not important."

Xue Liangliang looked at Li Zhuiyuan with a bitter face, and took another piece of orange flesh in his mouth: "Your grandfather is quite open-minded."

"Ah."

Li Zhuiyuan finally figured out the logic at this time. Uncle Qin was responsible for fighting on the front line, while Xue Liangliang was responsible for negotiating at the table.

He and Uncle Qin rushed all the way from the village to the hospital and then to the riverside, exerting pressure on it step by step. This allowed Xue Liangliang to get better and better bargaining chips, and the other party also kept making concessions.

Xue Liangliang himself was not aware of this.

As a result, Uncle Qin was about to fight to his hometown, and the problem was about to be completely solved. However, Xue Liangliang felt that he had obtained the best negotiation result and signed and stamped it.

If he had held on a little longer, this marriage would not have been necessary.

It's no wonder Uncle Qin was angry. He was fighting desperately in the front and was about to succeed, but his side asked for peace first.

So Uncle Qin left the ward to buy a bandage. I guess this was just an excuse. Maybe if he continued to stay in the ward and look at the person lying on the bed, he would want to punch him to death.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't bear to tell Brother Liangliang the truth, which would be countless times more sour than the remaining half orange in his hand.

The matter is done and it is a fait accompli, so you should advise him to be more positive and ask him about happy things as much as possible to make him feel more at ease.

"Brother, do you want a gift?"

"That's not necessary."

"Very good, free love, new-style marriage."

"In fact, your sister-in-law wanted to give me a betrothal gift."

"Look, how wonderful it is! Others can't even envy it."

"But I absolutely don't want it." Xue Liangliang straightened his neck like a proud little rooster.

"Well, my brother Liangliang is the most courageous."

"That's right. I don't want to be a live-in son-in-law."

"admire."

"I have already talked to your sister-in-law, and she has agreed. I only need to come back to see her once every three years. The rest of the time, I can go anywhere and do whatever I want."

"very nice."

Li Zhuiyuan suddenly realized that his worries were unnecessary. He was Xue Liangliang, a man with an extremely strong heart. No matter how difficult the situation was, he would not get upset. Instead, he could quickly adjust himself.

Otherwise, you can't explain the inexplicable sense of boasting in these words. Others are strong enough to find joy in suffering, but Brother Liangliang can turn bitterness into sweet water.

"But, Xiaoyuan, I also took a step back."

"Oh?"

"I promised her that the second child will take her last name."

(End of this chapter)