The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 229

In this messy dusk, the wind in the corridor of the hospital came one after another.

After the Zhu family's pick-up car drove downstairs, the doctors and nurses all went down, and the dead yard became noisy again.

It was only at this moment that Qilan came back to his senses.

I didn't realize it had been there for more than three hours.

Zhu Juanjuan had just cried for three rounds when Qilan helped her up.

"I should go. Sister, take care. Come to me and my second brother whenever you need something."

Zhu Juanjuan wanted to say a lot, but choked.

As if seeing Qilan for the first time, his eyes widened and he looked at him several times.

Finally, she walked to the bed, gently lifted her father's hand, and took off the watch on her wrist.

This watch was bought by her father when he went abroad for inspection and has been worn for almost 20 years.

Its core is very good, it moves accurately, and it is very attractive, and its style has never been out of date.

She took a breath, wiped her watch with a handkerchief, and said slowly:
"Qilan, take it as a souvenir."

"Sister Juanjuan," he shook his head, "I can't accept Uncle Zhu's watch. You have two older brothers, so you should leave it to them."

"Take it, I think it's what Dad meant," she lowered her voice,
"Don't tell anyone that it belongs to my dad. From now on, if you wear it, he will bless you in heaven."

Qilan holds the watch and puts it in her pocket:

"Okay, I'll keep it for now, lest I accidentally lose it."

He couldn't bear to look at the tears in her eyes again, he hurriedly turned around, and bowed deeply again to Mr. Zhu who had a peaceful expression:

"Uncle, I will protect my sister, please rest assured"

Zhu Juanjuan sent him to the door, closed the door, but stood by the window repeatedly wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

When Qilan disappeared, the sound of leather shoes on the stairs sounded, and a familiar voice sounded, it was her third brother Zhu Xingyuan:
"Fourth sister, let's take Dad home."

Qilan rushed upstairs, and the wards flashed behind him.

It's been too long since he left.

Lin Mi and the sick Mr. Lin, are they alright?
A kind of unspeakable sadness and worry, like the choking smoke floating on the roof in the evening, made him unable to breathe.

After finally rushing to the ward, he knocked on the door eagerly:
"Lin Mi, Lin Mi, here I come!"

The door opened.

It was a strange person who greeted him.

This person was wrapped in a hospital white coat, wearing a mask, and a hat that was tightly covered, making it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

The voice was also very strange, so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from a crack in the ground, it was scary.

"You are looking for the wrong one. The patient needs to be quiet, please go."

Qilan looked at the house number: it was exact.

"It's clearly here!"

"Let me in!"

The other party didn't listen to his protest, pressed the door with both hands, and forcibly closed it.

Qilan blamed herself extremely: something must have happened!
A quarter of an hour ago, on his way here, he was still thinking:
Can that girl, who is as beautiful as a flower, have soft and weak shoulders, be able to withstand everything before the storm?
He didn't care about thinking too much, and shouted towards the opposite ward:
"Everyone, come and help, something has happened here!"

While shouting, he kicked the door vigorously until his legs became numb, and then there was a voice in the room:
"It's useless for you to call again."

Qilan sneered: "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

He grabbed a flower pot on the windowsill,
fell to the ground:

"Open the door quickly, stop talking nonsense. Don't toast and eat fine wine."

The other party seemed to be stunned by him, and remained silent for several minutes.

Finally, "Shua Shua", the copper lock was turned, and the door opened.

Qilan leaned on the door frame and looked inside:

There are no patients in the room, and there are no beds!

It's a trick!

He was so angry that he kicked the strange man in the white coat:

"What the hell are you, why are you lying!"

After all, it was a slap in the chest of the other party.

Qilan has never been so crazy, his fists are fast and heavy, and he has no eyes at all.

The man dodged awkwardly, as if he couldn't run fast,
Soon, Qilan grabbed the collar and punched him in the back of the head again.

To say that it has been beaten, it is really durable.

It took a total of more than [-] blows before he staggered and fell back.

Seeing the man fell to the ground, Qilan kicked him a few times for fear of cheating, but the man didn't move.

Probably knocked out, or.
"Isn't it going to be killed?!"

Worried about her life, Qilan squatted down and tore off her mask.

The mask was gone, revealing a familiar face.

"Li Yan!"

too weird!

Why is this kid here?

Qilan was suddenly very nervous: Oops!

I heard from Lin Mi that he was seriously injured not long ago and almost died.

It has been less than ten days since Li Yan was seriously injured, and Qilan fought desperately just now, no wonder he only has the strength to hide but not to fight back.

Qilan helped him up, his face was greenish with white, and there was fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Blame myself for being too heavy.

He hastily stretched out his hand to detect the heartbeat, slowly but slowly, finally alive.

But the situation is really not good, Qilan saw that his breathing was uneven, and felt flustered.

Although Li Yan dislikes him very much on weekdays, he often ridicules him as useless as a scholar, which is really disgusting.

But Qilan knew in his heart that at most this kid was fierce in his mouth, but in his heart he was the most loyal and reliable person in the Lin family. It was evident from the shootout in Tianjin.

In order to protect Lin Mi, Li Yan fired the last bullet without flinching, almost strangled to death, and refused to run away at all.

Qilan thought, under such circumstances, Master Lin himself might not be able to do it, not to mention that the Lin family is already in turmoil.

After all, there is nothing wrong with protecting his beloved young lady.

Perhaps Li Yan stayed here today and refused to open the door because he wanted to protect Lin Mi and her father?
It's just that he could have said it earlier, so that he could avoid this hard beating.

After thinking about it, Qilan's heart softened, and he carefully picked up Li Yan, who was taller than him, and ran downstairs to the doctor's office.
As the saying goes, loyal dogs are rare.

Before dawn, Li Yan was driven out of the Lin residence by Lin Yitang without telling Lin Mi's father and daughter.

He refused to accept the money given by Young Master Lin, for his own dignity and to express his disdain for Yitang's actions.

Although Li Yan's salary is kept secret from outsiders, it is actually much higher than other guards.

In addition to the normal income, Mr. Lin will ask his wife to give him several additional subsidies every month.

This relaxed living environment allowed Li Yan to relax his management of money.

I have been in BJ for more than three years, but I have no idea of ​​saving money.

In addition to sending half of the monthly money to the old cook who raised him that year, he also bought a lot of books to read, or bought various small toys and jewelry that Lin Mi liked.

The rest were randomly placed in a tin biscuit box that Lin Mi gave him in the drawer.

It wasn't until Lin Yitang suddenly forced him away that day, when he weighed the box and found it was too light, that he realized something was wrong.

It turned out that the people who lived with me took away all the money I saved, leaving only a small copper dollar, which was not enough to buy a plate of meat and vegetables.

He had already made up his mind to go back to the south, but unexpectedly he couldn't even afford the money for the bus ticket, and he had already reached the point where he was short of cash.

With simple luggage on his back, he dragged his injured body slowly to buy a pack of plain biscuits as dry food at a street food stall, but saw a familiar car.
(End of this chapter)