Chapter 2

After all, Jiang Sui is an unmarried girl, and she usually comes into contact with women due to her work.

Although she is already the head of obstetrics and gynecology at a young age, all her experience in relationships comes from the novels she reads to relieve stress.

She felt very comfortable getting along with women, but it was really difficult for her to get along with men.

When Jiang Sui heard Song Sichen’s low and suppressed voice, she patted her stiff face, pushed open the door and walked in.

“Song Sichen, why are you…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Sichen lying on his side on the bed, pressing his hands hard.

Just as Jiang Sui finished her bad words, Song Sichen’s muscles spasmed.

She dropped the hay and was about to move forward when the man raised his head in embarrassment.

His black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, but it couldn’t hide the cold light in his eyes.

“Don’t come over here.”

“Get out.”

Jiang Sui bit her lip, knowing that this wouldn’t work.

There were no medical supplies in the shabby wooden house to treat his wounds.

But as a doctor, she felt uncomfortable when she was asked to just lie down and take a deep sleep without helping the patient.

After all, many of Song Sichen’s wounds were torn and infected again, and the original owner also put in a lot of effort.

In the original plot, after this high fever, he even contracted pneumonia and almost died.

The original owner was strangled by him, and she held a grudge and disliked him. She was afraid of being infected by him, so she returned to live with the Jiang family when his condition was at its worst.

The paper-pasted windows made noises in the wind, and a faint drizzle of rain drifted in.

Jiang Sui gritted her teeth and threw her only thick cotton coat to Song Sichen. She wrapped herself in a tattered coat and went to the yard to pull out the cart.

“what are you up to?”

Song Sichen felt his consciousness begin to blur and the high fever made his temples ache.

He suddenly regretted not knocking the village girl out directly, which allowed her to torture him in the middle of the night.

Jiang Sui said in a muffled voice: “What else can I do? I’ll send you to see the village doctor, Doctor Wang.”

Song Sichen panted softly: “No, don’t bother me.”

The barefoot doctors in this village have questionable medical skills. The new health worker doesn’t even know how to give infusions or injections, and he started working after just reading a few days of books.

Jiang Sui looked at the handsome man with jet-black hair and cold white skin under the moonlight, and suddenly felt powerless.

She changed her words and said in a teasing tone, “I’m not actually sending you to see a doctor. I’m just afraid that you’ll die at home. I’ll be scared if there’s a dead body at home. I’ll keep you away from me so you don’t die in front of my house. Is that okay?”

When Song Sichen heard this familiar vicious tone, he sneered: “Jiang Sui, I knew you—”

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed up by the fierce woman.

“Jiang Sui, do you want to die?”

Jiang Sui shrank her neck and without giving the man time to react, she dragged him out.

She put the man on the cart that had been covered with hay.

“I want to live to be a hundred years old.” Jiang Sui blinked, ignoring Song Sixen’s dark face, “Sit tight, I’m going to push the cart, otherwise I’ll push you into the mud, and there’s a high chance there’ll be cow dung.”

Song Sichen: …

This woman actually took advantage of his illness and wanted to push him into the cow dung field?

Jiang Sui knew that this man had mysophobia. The original owner had an inexplicable smell on her body, and he was very disgusted with it just now.

Sure enough, when I told him to dig him into the dung pile, he stopped talking, haha.

A drizzle began to fall. Jiang Sui had already prepared a piece of torn cardboard and handed it to him.

“Block it, don’t let the wound get exposed to the rain anymore.”

Song Sichen took it and was too lazy to talk to her.

The village girl took him to the home of the village doctor Wang Zheng, but there was no one in the clinic late at night.

Jiang Sui had been through so much trouble coming here, and she was already hungry. Now she was so tired that her heart was beating too fast.

She had thought it over. She had offended the male protagonist, but not too badly.

After all, she braked in time, and she would not be like the original owner and continue to seek death and force him to do impure things.

It’s not realistic to ask her to stand by and watch someone die without helping. The relationship between the two of them is so awkward that they will see each other every day.

In fact, when Jiang Sui read the novel, she had a very good impression of the male protagonist and even admired his later career path.

According to the general routine of novels, she, as a cannon fodder, needs to gain some favor.

But it is absolutely impossible to ask her to please him and serve the male protagonist like an old maid.

She will try her best to make up for and change the sins committed by the original owner.

She felt that Song Sichen was not that kind of person. He wanted to kill her even though he knew she had corrected her behavior in time.

For a man as high and mighty as he is, there’s really no need for him to bother with a small person like her.

By the time the two arrived at Wang Zheng’s house, Song Sichen was almost losing consciousness.

Jiang Sui put him in a place where he could shelter from the rain, and she went to knock on the door while being soaked all over.

“Doctor Wang! Doctor Wang! Please take a look at Song Sichen, he’s not in good condition!”

Song Sichen leaned on the cart, and Jiang Sui appeared double in front of him.

The little village girl today made him feel particularly strange.

When Jiang Sui’s hands were sore from clapping, the tightly closed door finally opened.

Wang Zheng appeared drunk. Jiang Sui pinched her nose and her facial features were wrinkled.

“Jiang… Sui? Hiccup, it’s so late, and you’re still looking for…”

Jiang Sui rolled her eyes and said directly, “Where is the key to the health center?”

Wang Zheng staggered in and took out a bunch of keys: “The longest one…”

Seeing that he wanted to say something else, Jiang Sui pushed away his fat face and said, “Okay, I get it.”

She turned around and rushed to the health center with Song Sixen.

Jiang Sui’s panel was cold from the rain. She didn’t care about anything else. Seeing that Song Sichen’s expression was not right, she raised her voice and said:

“Song Sichen, hold on for a while, don’t fall asleep yet!”

Song Sichen’s eyelids felt heavy and he couldn’t lift them up.

This village girl usually calls him “husband” in a pinched voice, and deliberately calls him “Brother Achen” to displease him.

Today is pretty normal, not disgusting.

Jiang Sui didn’t know where she got the strength to walk so fast. After arriving at the clinic, she opened the door.

She pushed the cart onto the threshold and rushed in.

Fortunately, Song Sichen was already unconscious and very heavy, otherwise he would have been thrown to the ground and rolled several times.

Jiang Sui turned on the light in the clinic and laid Song Sixen flat on the ground.

She turned around and quickly grabbed everything she needed.

Cutting open Song Sixen’s trouser legs that were soaked in blood, Jiang Sui took a deep breath when she saw his old wounds that had repeatedly become inflamed and festered.

“Why is it so serious?”

The man closed his eyes and did not react at all. Jiang Sui naturally had no anesthetic at hand, so she started to clean the dead flesh from his wound while he was unconscious.

Her technique was skillful and gentle, and she treated his wounds, both deep and shallow, meticulously, completely different from that of Wang Zheng, the Mongolian doctor.

Jiang Sui didn’t know how much time had passed, and beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

If Wang Zheng himself were here and saw so many bandages and disinfectant alcohol being used, he would probably scream and faint.

In fact, Song Sichen woke up when Jiang Sui cut open his trouser legs.

He remained patient, wanting to see what she was up to.

Unexpectedly, she cleaned and bandaged all the wounds on his body.

His techniques are as professional as those of military doctors in the army.

Song Sichen became alert and suspicious, as it was not uncommon for that group of people to disguise themselves and sneak into the village before.

Where does this village girl come from?