Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Youlin left the ward and washed his face before going to the nurse's station. He told the nurse that Jiang Jingcheng had woken up. He also mentioned that his sister had not rested well after donating blood yesterday and was feeling a little uncomfortable. She was resting on another bed and hoped they would not mind.

"It's okay. There's no one else in that ward. It's okay to lie down and rest. Besides, isn't your sister feeling uncomfortable because she's trying to save someone? I'll tell my colleagues when we change shifts later."

"Thank you so much. I'm going to go out and buy some things. Please look after me."

"Okay, go ahead." The nurse is willing to help those who are polite.

After leaving the hospital, Song Youlin rode his bicycle to the state-owned restaurant.

The state-owned restaurant was open now. Song Youlin took out the spare lunch box from his space and queued up to get two servings of millet porridge and a few steamed buns. After buying them, he rushed to the hospital, fearing that his sister would not listen to him and that he would not go downstairs to see Jiang Jingcheng.

Fortunately, the county residents had not yet gone out to work in the morning, so there were not many people on the road, and Song Youlin returned in a few minutes.

Song Youlin didn't want Jiang Jingcheng and his sister to hear him coming back, so he deliberately lowered his footsteps. When he opened the door, his sister was still lying on the bed, and Jiang Jingcheng looked in the direction of his sister with a worried look on his face...

This guy is really!!

Song Youlin gritted his teeth, regretting that the wards in this era were so simple and shabby, without the curtains like those in modern hospitals to protect personal privacy.

"Sister, I'm back. I bought you a bowl of millet porridge and eggs. Get up and eat something." Song Youlin deliberately ignored Jiang Jingcheng and went to Song Shuangshuang with the lunch box.

"I don't want to eat..." Song Shuangshuang really had no appetite.

Millet porridge is okay, but it mainly comes with boiled eggs. I ate it every day during the autumn harvest some time ago, and it made me sick of it. I couldn’t swallow it at all.

"You must eat, I'll help you up!" Song Youlin put the lunch box on the table and helped Song Shuangshuang sit up.

Song Youlin took the lunch box and used himself to block Jiang Jingcheng's sight. In front of Song Shuangshuang, he added some brown sugar and red dates into the millet porridge.

"You eat first, I'll wash my hands and come back to peel the eggs for you."

Song Shuangshuang watched Song Youlin stir the brown sugar and lost her appetite at all.

I raised my head and looked at him in confusion, pointing at the lunch box in my hand and said, "How do you want me to eat it?" How can this thing be eaten? At least boil it in a pot before giving it to me.

"Sister, I will give you a good rest when we return to the village. Just make do with this for today."

After saying that, without even looking at Song Shuangshuang's reaction, he took another lunch box to Jiang Jingcheng's bedside and said expressionlessly, "Here, this is yours. Can you get up by yourself? You don't need me to help you, right?"

That being said, he had no intention of going over to help.

Jiang Jingcheng was not angry either. He used his uninjured right hand to support his body and sat up.

"I can get up, thank you."

Seeing that he got up, Song Youlin went out to wash his hands. When he turned around to close the door, he noticed that his sister was looking at Jiang Jingcheng with concern, and Song Youlin wanted to throw away Jiang Jingcheng's millet porridge!

I used to think it was just Jiang Jingcheng’s wishful thinking, but now I see.

Ah!

It seems that Jiang Jingcheng and his sister are still going in both directions! He really wants to be the stick that separates the couple!

After washing his hands, Song Youlin stared at Song Shuangshuang with a wooden face while she ate. Song Shuangshuang could only drink all the sweet millet porridge reluctantly.

After putting away the lunch box, Song Youlin asked Song Shuangshuang to continue resting. "I have greeted the nurse. You can lie down in the room and rest. I will take you to Grandpa Wu at noon, and you can take the bus back to the village." There was no way he could let his sister stay in the hospital any longer.

Song Shuangshuang wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Song Youlin's serious expression, she swallowed all the words back...

Let her go back. Jiang Jingcheng has been rescued and is no longer in danger of life. He just needs to recuperate.

……

Not long after, the doctor came to make rounds on duty.

Seeing that Jiang Jingcheng had woken up, the doctor asked him a few more questions. Seeing that he was in good spirits and had no other symptoms, he asked him whether he wanted to stay in the hospital for another day for observation or be discharged to recuperate.

"I'm fine. I'd better be discharged from the hospital." Jiang Jingcheng didn't want to stay in the hospital.

The doctor expressed his understanding. He could tell that Jiang Jingcheng was probably from a nearby village. Not only were the villagers reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital when they were sick, even some city dwellers did not come to the hospital. When they were sick, they would just endure it and only come to the hospital when they really could not bear it any longer.

"That's fine. You can just go and complete the discharge procedures during the day. During this time, make sure to rest and don't let the wound get wet. Remember to come to the hospital on time to remove the stitches."

"Thank you, doctor."

Not long after the doctor left, He Feiyang came. After learning that Jiang Jingcheng would be discharged from the hospital today, he asked him how he was going to return home.

Jiang Jingcheng glanced at Song Shuangshuang calmly and said, "Don't worry about me. I can go back by myself."

He actually wanted to go back to the village with Song Shuangshuang, but he knew that Song Youlin would definitely ask his sister to avoid him.

Who is He Feiyang? It's easy to tell what he means.

Turning around to see how Song Youlin and his brother reacted, he saw that Song Youlin was blocking Song Shuangshuang tightly...

In order to let Jiang Jingcheng go back earlier to report his safety to Grandpa Jiang and the others, He Feiyang did not let Jiang Jingcheng ride the donkey cart. Instead, he rode a bicycle with Jiang Jingcheng, and the four of them went back together.

As a result, as soon as they left the city, Song Youlin pedaled his bicycle very fast and left He Feiyang dozens of meters away in one breath.

He Feiyang was so angry that he cursed in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with Song Youlin that he had to ride so fast!

How much does his sister weigh? How much does Jiang Jingcheng weigh? He can't ride that fast! He can only try to catch up with Song Youlin's speed.

Song Youlin donated blood yesterday and didn't get enough rest. He felt tired in less than 20 minutes and couldn't help but slow down.

He Feiyang saw that he was slowing down and caught up with him.

"Are you not feeling well?" He Feiyang felt that Song Youlin's physical strength was not that poor.

Song Youlin glanced at Jiang Jingcheng who was sitting behind He Feiyang, and deliberately said, "Let me draw a few tubes of blood from you in the middle of the night and try..."

Sure enough, Jiang Jingcheng's body stiffened for a moment.

Song Youlin snorted in his heart, he just let him know on purpose!

He Feiyang met Song Youlin's gaze and glanced at Song Shuangshuang behind him.

"Did your sister also draw blood for him?"

Song Youlin nodded with a dark face.

He Feiyang: "..."

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he noticed that Song Youlin had an inexplicable hostility towards Jiang Jingcheng. He thought that Song Youlin felt that his sister was too concerned about Jiang Jingcheng last night and was a little jealous, but he didn't expect...

It’s no wonder that Song Youlin was angry. If it were his sister, he wouldn’t be willing either.

The two stopped making eye contact and continued riding towards the village. He Feiyang even slowed down to take care of Song Youlin.

Jiang Jingcheng, who was sitting behind He Feiyang, felt his heartbeat like a frantic drumbeat. Every beat was like an electric current, running from his heart along his blood vessels to all parts of his body, making even his fingertips numb.