Chapter 34: Will It Scare Him to Death?

Gu Qingyu had immediately paid her—100 yuan as a buyout fee, 50 yuan as a deposit, totaling 150 yuan. As for the rest, they’d talk after seeing the vegetables!

Jiang Yunhe accepted the money without the slightest nervousness. She carefully counted it, then confidently put it in her pocket. She even threw in a sweet deal:
“Boss Gu, don’t worry. I promise you won’t lose out on this!”

Gu Qingyu: “…”
The more she talked, the more he felt like he was being conned.

Seeing his uncertain expression, Jiang Yunhe reassured him again and again:
“I’ll deliver it to you tomorrow.”

Gu Qingyu quickly replied, “No, no, I’ll go pick it up myself!”

Jiang Yunhe: “…”

If she conjured the vegetables out of thin air right now, would it scare him to death?!

Chu Peihan remained calm and just pulled her away, not giving them a chance to talk further. Letting Gu Qingyu fetch it himself was the best plan.

He didn’t feel at ease when she came to the county alone.
She didn’t feel at ease unless he followed.
So, the best solution was—let Gu Qingyu handle it on his own.

Gu Qingyu watched Chu Peihan’s natural movements, the corner of his mouth twitching. His initial suspicion only grew stronger—this time, Brother Pei might really be in love.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting like this.

“Brother Pei…”

“I’ll let you know when the time comes.” Chu Peihan knew what he wanted to ask. He was also eager to move things along, but everything had to follow due process and proper rituals.

You only get married once in a lifetime—it must be taken seriously.

If he could, he’d rather not be involved with certain people from the past. But reality wasn’t so simple. Some people couldn’t be avoided just because you wanted to.

Gu Qingyu understood—and that understanding only made him more shocked!

To be honest, he once thought Chu Peihan had lost interest in everything. That’s why he came back. But now it seemed like a blessing in disguise?

Jiang Yunhe didn’t notice the undercurrents between the two men. Holding onto the money, she walked out full of confidence. Truly, no matter the era—money is the ultimate productivity.

“Let’s go. To the hospital!”

“You made money for this?” Chu Peihan looked stunned. He’d just been relieved thinking he dodged a bullet, and now she said this?

“Of course!” Jiang Yunhe said earnestly,
“I know what you’re going to say—you have money and don’t need my help. But your savings are limited, and you need to hold on to that. Otherwise, how are we going to live in the future?”

“I…” Chu Peihan wanted to say—he was indeed poor, but not that poor. She didn’t need to worry about everything for him.

He was about to speak but stopped.

Having someone care this much for him… actually felt kind of nice.

Jiang Yunhe, however, assumed his hesitation was just an attempt to avoid going to the hospital. She grabbed him and marched on, leaving him no chance to escape.

Health comes first, no excuses!

Chu Peihan’s brows lowered. He’d always disliked hospitals. But if she wanted him to go—he would.

At the hospital—

It wasn’t very crowded at that hour.

They held hands while registering and lining up.

Jiang Yunhe didn’t cling to him because she was reluctant to let go—she was afraid he’d get lost. There were no cell phones in this era; if they got separated, she’d have to shout!

And what if he ran into human traffickers?

He couldn’t even protect himself.

As for Chu Peihan, he was cooperative the entire time. He obediently followed her lead, never going against her word.

Soon, it was their turn.

Jiang Yunhe led him forward. Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob—

Bang!

Someone burst out of the room and slammed into her!

She stumbled back a few steps.

Chu Peihan reacted instantly, pulling her into his arms protectively. He frowned at the intruder. Even with slightly blurry vision, his aura was unshaken.

That was his girl—he didn’t even raise his voice with her. And this man just ran into her?!

The middle-aged man looked dazed and panicked. Realizing he had hit someone, he quickly apologized.

“I-I’m sorry, comrade, I didn’t mean to…”

“What’s going on?” Jiang Yunhe shook her head and looked at the baby in his arms—maybe seven or eight months old, fair and soft, extremely cute.

But the baby’s eyes had started to roll back, breathing was labored—he was exhaling more than inhaling.

“A peanut… a peanut got stuck in his throat…” The man’s voice was trembling with panic. After five or six years of marriage, this was their only child.

Since birth, he and his wife had watched over him day and night, fearing any mishap.

And now—just one moment of carelessness. The grandmother had given the child a peanut to “teach him to eat,” and he choked on it.

They rushed to the hospital, but the doctor said the baby was too small—they couldn’t get it out.

Now the baby was dying.

Jiang Yunhe’s face changed drastically. She didn’t even care that she’d been knocked over.

This child’s life had just begun—how could it end like this?!

“Put the baby down. Let me take a look.”

“…What?!”

“A brat who doesn’t know her place.” A doctor appeared at the door at that moment and sneered,
“A child this small? You can’t remove it. Get out of the way. Take him home and prepare for the worst!”

“The hell?! Is that something a doctor should say?!” Jiang Yunhe was stunned. Was he even worthy of that white coat?

“Here for treatment? If not, scram!” The doctor rolled his eyes at them, clearly not interested in helping.

“You bastard. Just you wait!” Jiang Yunhe fumed. Still, saving the child was the top priority. “Give me the baby!”

Before the man could react, she had already taken the baby and laid him on the hallway bench.

She quickly assessed the child, then picked him up, laying him face down along her forearm, head angled downward.

Supporting the baby’s head and neck with one hand, she used the heel of her other hand to strike firmly between the shoulder blades—five consecutive back blows.

The doctor’s eyes widened in disdain,
“Don’t mess around! The baby’s too small. If you damage his spine, can you take responsibility?”

Jiang Yunhe: “…”

If you can’t speak properly, just shut up.

As a doctor, speaking like this isn’t just irresponsible to the patient—it’s disgraceful to the profession.

No wonder Chu Peihan didn’t want to come to the hospital.