Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 308

"Keep in mind the prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony. This is an individual. Why don't you go down and take a look?"

"Are you sure..." The driver took off his seat belt and opened the door tremblingly, "Then I'm going?"

Jiang Sheng checked whether the mobile phone was put in the bag, and got out of the car under the umbrella: "Yes, freedom, equality, justice and friendliness."

The driver swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked towards the person lying on the ground with difficulty: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity and friendliness, friendliness, friendliness, friendliness..."

"Hey, are you human?"

Jiang Sheng: ...

She stopped half a step away from the man, squatted halfway, and took off his arm covering his face.

The arm went up along with her strength, and then fell straight to the ground, splashing water, like a doll closest to a human shape.

The driver was horrified: "Hey, why are you still moving him?"

Jiang Sheng didn't look back: "Call the police, call 28X9-120."

This is a young man in his early twenties, who has been lying down for an unknown amount of time, his clothes are completely soaked, his lips and skin are pale, without a trace of blood.

Jiang Sheng sighed silently.

Most importantly, she knows.

——It was Jiang Jingyi, her back desk in high school.

The driver had already made a call, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Sheng pressing hard on the young man's chest.

He bite the bullet: "I didn't hit it, you saw that he was lying on the ground by himself, you have to testify for me, I even called an ambulance for him."

"And don't press it..." In case someone was pressed to death.

Before the second sentence could be uttered, the people on the ground suddenly spit out a big mouthful of water, which instantly mixed with the surrounding rainwater.

Driver: "...you girl still have something, ha."

The young man frowned, as if he wanted to open his eyes, but the next moment, the drops of water dripping from his eyelashes made him subconsciously close his eyes again.

But through the little gap that was opened just now, he seemed to have recognized who the person in front of him was.

He wanted to speak, coughed a few times, and only made a low tone of the word "ginger".

"Don't talk." Jiang Sheng said, "Water can easily enter the airway, and an ambulance will come soon."

The young man stopped talking, his eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to be nodding obediently.

Jiang Sheng only felt that something was wrong, his thoughts flashed by, but he couldn't grasp it.

The driver looked at the water level of at least ten centimeters: "Do you want to move him into the car?"

Jiang Sheng asked: "What is the number you called the hospital?"

The driver replied: "You said '28X9－120'."

Jiang Sheng said yes: "No need to move, this number is directly connected to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine."

The hospital of traditional Chinese medicine is about four or five kilometers away from here, and it will take 10-15 minutes to arrive. Even if it is due to bad weather, it will not exceed 10 minutes at most.

Shifting position may be counterproductive.

"Look at the time you called."

The driver glanced at the phone: "The call was at 15:02."

As soon as the words fell, a whistle was heard not far away.

The ambulance came faster than expected. It took 10 and a half minutes from being connected to arriving. The police car came at the 11th minute.

The driver was taken away to make notes, Jiang Sheng asked: "He is my classmate, I want to follow him to the hospital, can I go to the police station after he wakes up?"

The policeman agreed, but left a policeman to follow her to the hospital.

Jiang Sheng got into the ambulance together, looked at the people in the stretcher, and felt a strange feeling in his heart for a long time.

As the closed disciple of the old director Zhou, Yu Jiang Sheng of Linzhou Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine was like his own home. He was recognized as soon as he entered, and then he was called to the old director's office.

The old dean was not surprised when he saw the police officer behind her, he just nodded and said hello: "Comrade police officer."

Then he asked his students: "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang Sheng explained the ins and outs clearly, concealed the part that he felt weird, and finally said: "Nothing, I will make a record later."

The teacher nodded: "Okay, I heard they said that you sent someone to the hospital, followed by a policeman, worried about what happened."

"Then go and see him."

Jiang Sheng agreed.

After leaving the office, she took the elevator down from the sixth floor.

Jiang Jingyi was in the ward on the third floor, he was the only one in the room, and the other two beds were empty.

He had already sat up, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the drip on his right hand.The posture is very relaxed, but upon closer inspection, the back is habitually straight.

Jiang Sheng stopped in his tracks for an instant, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Jiang Sheng didn't know what the teenager would grow up to be in four years' time. The moment she saw Jiang Jingyi at the class reunion, she admitted that she was a little disappointed.

But looking at the person sitting on the hospital bed at this time, her thoughts flew to the distance, and the hurried or slow footsteps of the doctors, nurses, patients and their families seemed to be blurred in her ears.

——This is probably what he looked like when he grew up as a young man in his imagination.

The man seemed to feel the gaze, turned his head, smiled slightly, and then called her name.

Jiang Sheng turned to the police officer standing by the door and said, "I'll go say hello, and I'll go to the police station with you to make notes."

Then walk over and ask, "Have you called your family yet?"

The young man didn't answer, but just looked at her motionless, his eyes were tender and restrained, so gentle that he didn't have any aggressiveness, like recovering from a serious illness, and the rain after a long drought, also like reunion after a long absence, happy enough to forget worries.

He whispered, "Long time no see."

"Since you left, many things have happened in Beijing. The situation in the court has changed. Zhou Gan secretly returned from the remote place where he was exiled, and even defected to Xiao Huairen. However, Xiao Huairen was deposed soon, and now there is no splash... "

It's just that the position of the crown prince is hanging in the air, and Nanwu in Xijiang is staring at him, which is very uneasy.

"The Shanren Hall in Liu Langzhong is no longer open. He plans to take Liu Qing and the others back to their hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. Zhong Yi has grown up very quickly and often says that he misses you... The people in the Marquis of Jiangping are also looking forward to your awakening day and night. We are all here Find a way to get you back... By the way, your cousin from your grandfather's family is already engaged, but she said she will wait for you to wake up before getting married."

He paused for a moment, pretending to be relaxed: "I'm looking forward to you waking up soon, and there is another prospective cousin-in-law."

Jiang Sheng watched him silent for a while, then frowned: "What are you talking about?"

As soon as the voice fell, the room was silent, and it seemed that even the dripping sound of the hanging bottle could be heard clearly.

He paused, as if thinking of something: "You...don't remember?"

Jiang Sheng frowned and asked, "What should I remember?"

The young man rolled his Adam's apple, and asked softly again: "Then, what about Jiang Xian, do you remember?"

Jiang Sheng's thoughts flashed, and his heart beat fast: "Who is this?"

"Your sister."

After getting this answer, Jiang Sheng always felt that some memory was about to come out, but he still couldn't remember it, and silently retorted like a puppet: "My sister's name is Jiang Zheng."

She repeated it in her mind.

My sister is Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Sheng would occasionally think that she and her elder sister were born to be destined. Their surname is Jiang Congzhu, and they even have such a tacit understanding in their names.

The hospital is filled with the smell of disinfectant, although it is very faint, but it is everywhere, making people feel a little suffocated.

The ward was silent.

Jiang Sheng didn't know which thread was leading him, but he asked, "Who are you?"

The young man pursed his lips for a moment, sighed, and smiled again: "Then let's get to know each other again, my name is Jiang Yan."

"Hello."

Long, long ago, he had rehearsed countless times to introduce himself like this.

　It's almost the end

　　
　
(End of this chapter)