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After a long time, Jiang Jing woke up and his roommates also came back.

Xiang Ke left, leaving only Hong Yongwang and Qian Yuanming. Fang Yu decided to move in. He said, "We will take good care of Jiang Jing. Uncle and aunt don't have to worry."

Jiusu nodded: "Thank you very much."

Qian Yuanming lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "We are weak and alone. We already feel guilty for not being able to help Brother Jiang. We can make up for it by contributing a little to take care of him."

A little bit of effort can help reduce the guilt in your heart.

They just watched as Jiang Jing's tendons were cut. They came from a prominent family and had seen many fights, but this was the first time they had seen something as cruel as today. This was their lifelong nightmare.

Father Jiang sighed, "My friends, don't blame yourselves. Even I, as Jiang Jing's father, can only secretly kick Chen Zhao twice. Oh! How pathetic!"

Jiang Nianyin's eyes were red, and she and her mother kept wiping the sweat from her brother's forehead with cotton cloth.

She pounded the bed and said angrily, "Chen Zhaotai is so despicable. Sooner or later, he will be taken away by God!"

Hong Yongwang was quite embarrassed. He didn't know whether to walk, stay still, stand or sit. Well, his relationship with Jiang Jing was actually average. They even had a fight on the first day.

However, the Jiang family worked together.

He also envied Jiang Jing for having close friends and loved ones. "My family runs a pharmacy, I... I can help him ask, but if the tendons are broken, I'm afraid even a miracle doctor can't save him."

Jiusu said: "Thank you, but I can cure it."

She did not hide this. After all, they would be roommates in the future and would definitely find out.

As for if Chen Zhao knew, it wouldn't matter. She only has these few anyway, and it wouldn't matter no matter who comes.

Hong Yongwang opened his mouth but said nothing. He just nodded as if he understood.

No matter how many doctors and famous doctors in the town he consulted, there was no way to cure Chen Zhao's right hand. He was angry in the house, but there was no one around to take care of him. He yelled, "You bunch of rubbish, Chen Nan, where have you all been?"

Chen Nan came in quickly and felt uncomfortable when he saw his painful expression.

A few days ago, the general asked Miss Bai to become the general's wife. He pursed his lips and said, "Madam is not feeling well and has trouble breathing, so she went outside for a walk."

Chen Zhao sneered, his eyes gloomy: "Really?"

Chen Nan trembled all over and knelt on the ground: "I dare not lie to you, or, maybe the lady is too sad, and she doesn't want you to see her and feel even more sad, so she avoided me."

The air was filled with the quiet smell of death.

At the critical moment, Zheng Rouer rushed in. She ignored her reputation and hugged the man with a bad face, "General, I heard that your tendons were cut? Does it hurt?"

Chen Nan stepped back.

Chen Zhao pushed her away and looked at her anxious and flustered appearance. Jiusu's hateful face and Bai Luoxue's cold eyes appeared in front of him. He pinched Zheng Rouer's chin.

"You approach me because you like my power and money? Then I tell you, don't even think about it."

Zheng Rouer almost yelled, “I wish you had never left. In that case, you would have liked me and we would have been husband and wife. What do you think this is?”

She pulled a white flower from her sleeve.

She looked at the man in front of her with soft and affectionate eyes.

Chen Zhao was puzzled: "White flowers worn by the dead?"

"Yes." Zheng Rouer recalled what happened a year ago, with a hint of sadness between her brows. She slowly said, "You haven't been back for a long time. We all thought you died in the battle. I put on the white flower and imagined that I was your woman and remained a widow for you."

Chen Zhao sighed: "Why are you doing this?"

Without Bai Luoxue, he would live with Jiusu. She has a good physique and might give birth to a son who will be one year old next year. As for Zheng Rouer, she is not a woman he would ever fall in love with in his life.

The only advantage of a woman's face being dark and yellow is that she doesn't have acne.

Sadness and bitterness, along with the pain in his wrist, came over him. His face turned from scorched yellow to pale and he fell backwards, gasping for breath, as if he was drowning in the deep sea.

Zheng Rouer made up her mind, took off her shoes, lay on the man, and bit his mouth.

"I'll save you!"

"What are you doing? You are a girl, don't you want to keep your innocence?" Chen Zhaoqing came to his senses, grabbed her collar and warned her.

Zheng Rouer frowned and said seriously: "I have given my heart to you a long time ago. I don't want innocence anymore. I just want you. If you are upset, I will share your burden. You can do whatever you want."

A woman's bold and passionate confession.

Chen Zhao, a grown man, was helpless. "Are you sure you don't regret it?"

The woman nodded heavily.

Soon, panting sounds were heard in the room. Chen Nan sighed and saw Bai Luoxue coming back. He stepped forward and called out hesitantly, "Madam, this..."

"Who?" Bai Luoxue asked numbly.

Chen Nan whispered, "Zheng Rouer."

Bai Luoxue sneered, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her hand touching her belly bulged slightly. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel heartbroken. Even if she didn't love the man in front of her, he was chosen by her personally.

I chose this thing, it's really disgusting.

"He is so hungry that he eats everything. If he asks, just say that I went to the Qiu Mansion to apologize."

"Okay." Chen Nan clasped his fists and watched his wife leave. For some reason, he felt that something was about to disappear, as if it was the wife's love for the general, and the general's future.

In Huating Academy, everything returned to normal.

The dean announced the news of eating hot pot, and they all forgot what happened just now and put on their smiles again. Master Yan said expectantly: "I am curious about the things that can make you praise it."

"After trying it, I guarantee you'll want to have another meal." Dean Lan said.

In the afternoon, Jiang Jing woke up, ate a bowl of millet porridge, and looked at the people in the room who cared about him, except Bai Luoxue. He said, "I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine, just a little painful."

He held Jiusu's hand and a reassuring smile appeared on his face.

Seeing his son wake up, Jiang's father put his hands behind his back, walked to the window, and his eyes were red.

There were too many people in the room, so Fang Yu and others left.

Bai Luoxue came over with guilt: "Jiang Jing, I'm so sorry. If I were here, I would have stopped Chen Zhao from doing this, and your hand would have healed. Don't worry, I will definitely help you find a miracle doctor and heal you."

Jiusu said calmly: "No need, I can cure Ajing."

Bai Luoxue frowned and spoke responsibly.

"Jiusu, can you stop being so unreasonable? Only a miracle doctor can cure Jiang Jing's wrist. You are just a peasant girl, can you stop talking nonsense? If you delay the treatment of your hand, can you take responsibility?"

Jiusu sneered: "I think you two are really interesting. One does bad things, and the other does good things?"

Bai Luoxue looked up, seemingly ignoring her sarcasm, and said to the Jiang family: "My father has some friendship with the miracle doctor. Jiang Jing, believe me, I will definitely cure you."