The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

"Huh? What is this?"

Jiang Ruoli put down the bamboo stick, held the medal, and read out the words on it word by word: "Men's 1000m champion Pei Zigui."

She raised her eyes and said, "This is your gold medal. Hey, where did you find it?"

Pei Zigui smiled and sat down on the bedside, and replied: "Your study room. I didn't ask you before, so later, did you pass the 800-meter make-up test?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but once he did, the guilt on Jiang Ruoli's face became even more obvious.

In fact, she wanted this medal not just for a good omen, but because Pei Zigui was very popular in school at that time.

As the campus idol, many girls want to get close to him, even if it's just his personal belongings.

With this medal, Jiang Ruoli asked the best girl in the class who was good at sports to help her take the 800-meter make-up exam.

The price was just to let her touch Pei Zigui's medal and feel the scent of her male god.

It sounds outrageous, right? But the little girls at that time were so cute and funny.

Pei Zigui must not be allowed to know about this.

Jiang Ruoli touched his nose unconsciously, his eyes wandering, "I passed."

So many years have passed, how come it can't be found?

"Oh? You passed the test, but Lili's stamina is so poor now?"

"Who is weak? You are weak, your whole family is weak!"

"Well, my whole family is bad, so practice with me tonight."

As soon as the quilt was lifted, Pei Zigui pounced on her and kissed her domineeringly.

The big hand supported the back of Jiang Ruoli's head, gradually moved to his neck, pried open his teeth, and entangled with warmth.

When he was moved, Pei Zigui did not forget to avoid Jiang Ruoli's feet.

The ambiguity fermented instantly, and the sweet voice overflowed, but was covered up again.

Jiang Ruoli's watery eyes turned red. He glared at the culprit and bit him.

The man chuckled, his voice deep and hoarse, with a seductive hook: "Baby, the soundproofing here is not good, you said so."

The nightingale was singing softly, and the moon was hanging on the branches, with no desire to sleep. It was a long night.

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At the same time, the hospital was not peaceful.

The emergency room was crowded with people, crying children and noisy conversations.

A thin and delicate figure rushed in, her voice trembling slightly: "Doctor, where is the old lady who was just sent over by emergency medical treatment? She was taken from Qingshan Temple."

"Yanyan, this way."

Shen Zhiyan raised her head and saw Aunt Wanhua and Jiang Maigu not far away.

When she saw a familiar person, her eyes instantly turned red, "Aunt Wanhua, how is grandma?"

Mother Li held Shen Zhiyan's hand, which was icy cold. She gently soothed the little girl's emotions: "She has been sent for emergency treatment. Don't worry too much. We got her there in time."

Grandma Shen was found fainted in her room by Li's mother. They happened to live close to each other, and they heard a loud bang coming from next door. Li's mother was worried, so she called out a few times but there was no response. She went to check and found that the old lady was lying on the ground.

Li's mother decisively called 120 and asked the young and strong Jiang Maigu to come over, thinking that he could help if anything happened.

"The patient's family is here, right? Come over and sign the consent form for the surgery."

The doctor hurried over and handed Shen Zhiyan a pen.

"The initial diagnosis was that the old man had an acute myocardial infarction. The weather was cold and many elderly people would have such accidents. We pushed him into the operating room as soon as he was brought in. It was quite timely."

“Given the patient’s advanced age, surgery is still risky, so you have to be prepared.”

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyan bit her lip, her whole body staggered and she couldn't stand. All the blood in her body rushed straight to her heart, and she signed the consent form for the surgery with trembling hands.

"Doctor, please."

Jiang Maigu supported the staggering Shen Zhiyan in time. After all, she was still a college student, and in this situation he could only comfort her with a few irrelevant words.

Li's mother secretly walked to the corner and made a phone call: "Hey, son, come to the hospital as soon as possible."

Shen Zhiyan leaned against the wall and hurriedly opened her phone to find Xie Youran's number.

This was her only doctor friend, and she remembered that he worked in this hospital.

"You Ran, are you working in the First Affiliated Hospital?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was lazy and seemed a little nasal: "Well, what's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyan explained the matter as calmly as possible with a trembling voice, and Xie Youran's voice suddenly became serious.

"Don't worry, I'll make a phone call and ask. After all, this is related to cardiology, which is not my area of ​​expertise."

(Professional medical knowledge is the result of the author's unilateral search and is not professional. It is all for the purpose of serving the plot. Please forgive me///～///)

"Okay, please."

"What are you talking about? I'll go ask now."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhiyan slowly squatted down against the wall and hugged herself helplessly.

At this moment, she hoped very much that there really were gods and Buddhas in this world who could protect her grandmother and keep her safe.

Not long after, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

The long legs stopped in front of Shen Zhiyan, and then squatted down.

The man's cold voice was full of concern, "Shen Zhiyan, look up."

Shen Zhiyan didn't say anything, still lowered her head, and hugged herself tightly. In fact, she had already recognized Li Yanzhou's voice.

The next second, the whole person fell into a warm embrace.

"Cry if you want to. Cry in my arms."

As the gentle and soft voice fell, Shen Zhiyan finally let out the tears she had been holding back all night, and she began to cry softly. It was like the sobbing of some small animal, which was heartbreaking.

Li Yanzhou frowned, and patted the thin back of the woman to comfort her, "Cry, you will feel better after crying."

The head of the Li family, whose voice made people in Hong Kong tremble, just squatted quietly with the woman in the corridor of the hospital. If you tell others about it, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

My phone vibrated. It was Xie Youran calling.

Shen Zhiyan wiped away her tears, quickly picked up the phone, and spoke with a thick nasal tone: "Hello, Youran, go ahead."

The other end paused, "Are you crying? Don't cry yet. I've asked. The director of the department who performed the surgery on your grandma today is very experienced, so don't worry too much. Grandma Shen is blessed by heaven, and she will be fine."

"However, the most critical part of this operation is the postoperative maintenance and recuperation. If conditions permit, I still recommend inviting a top professional medical expert to come and take a look. Currently, the best team in the country should be the one led by Professor Patrick in Gangcheng. I will try to contact them first to see if we can invite them to Jiangcheng, or we can transfer to Gangcheng."

"Thank you for your hard work, Yu Ran."

"Don't be so polite. I'm really sorry. Please treat me to a good meal some other day."

Shen Zhiyan sniffed and said, "Yeah, definitely."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhiyan felt the man's warm fingers caressing her face, gently wiping away the tears on her face.

"Have you cried enough?"

Shen Zhiyan licked her lips and her eyes fell on Li Yanzhou's coat, which was obviously darker. "Sorry."

"Now that you've cried enough, just listen to me, okay?"

Shen Zhiyan raised her head and met a gaze that was so deep that it was impossible to fathom. It was like there were countless small hooks, and once you fell into it, there would be no way to escape.