That day, the eldest son of the Liu family sent Qian Zhiyi to the town health center, but was told that he couldn't see it and had to wait until the next day to go to the county hospital.
Qian Zhiyi could only ask the doctor to perform simple treatment first, but Bai Xiaohua was sent in without any fixation.
It was a chaotic time and the doctors were busy delivering babies, so they had no time to take care of him.
After finally making it to the next day, Qian Zhiyi rushed the Liu family boss to take him to the county hospital. As a result, the two of them met Wu Mengting at the entrance of the health center.
The boss of the Liu family was kind enough. After putting the two of them in the car, he rode his bicycle back to Shanghe Village.
With Qian Zhiyi in hand, he had no choice but to rely on Wu Mengting.
After a lot of trouble, the two finally arrived at the county hospital. Wu Mengting needed someone to take care of everything. She didn't know the hospital's procedures. After struggling for a long time, Qian Zhiyi finally got a doctor.
Qian Zhiyi wanted to stay a few more days, but the doctor didn't agree. He put a plaster on him and urged him to leave the hospital, saying that he could just go home and nurse his broken leg, and he couldn't take up public resources.
Wu Mengting also secretly went to the courtyard. Uncle Qian had already left. The courtyard didn't know what happened. Even the door was broken. Wu Mengting was so scared that she left quickly.
The two had no choice but to find a way out, so they had to return to Shanghe Village.
The other educated youths all took family leave and returned to their hometowns. No one lived there for a few days, and the educated youth center was even deserted.
Wu Mengting struggled to help Qian Zhiyi lie down on the bed. After doing all this, she couldn't help but gasp for air, and her body became weak from exhaustion.
When Qian Zhi saw this, he knew that during the period of his injury, he could only rely on Wu Mengting to take care of him. He said softly: "Mengting, you have worked hard these days. If it weren't for your caring care, I really don't know what to do. ."
When Wu Mengting heard this, she immediately smiled: "Brother Zhiyi, there is no need to talk about this between us."
Qian Zhiyi stretched out his hand to hold her hand and said, "Mengting, fortunately you are here."
Wu Mengting's eyes flashed, and she knew that her secret tracking and taking the map was over. She smiled and leaned into his arms, and said softly: "I did this willingly, who made me like you."
Qian Zhiyi's eyes warmed up after hearing this, and he gently stroked her long hair: "Although life is full of troubles and we have fallen into this hellish place, as long as we are still together, I am not afraid of anything."
Wu Mengting looked at him hesitantly, wanting to ask about the map, but she was afraid Qian Zhiyi would be angry.
Qian Zhiyi took the initiative and said, "Meng Ting, you also saw that map, right?"
"Brother Zhiyi, I didn't mean it. You fainted at that time. I just wanted to put it away first and return it to you when you wake up."
"Don't worry, I believe you." Qian Zhiyi lowered his eyes slightly, with a gentle expression, "It's my fault, I shouldn't hide it from you."
"Actually, I don't want to hide it from you. It's just that this matter is of great importance. My father and third uncle have explained it many times, and I don't dare to go against their wishes. Meng Ting, I believe you can understand me, right?"
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The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]
General FictionIn the last days, Gu Mingdong became the best piece of period literature The original owner starved to death during the famine years, leaving three younger siblings as cannon fodder. He himself lost his leg and became a stepping stone for the hero a...