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Lu Jiaming raised his hand to knock on the door, then immediately put it down and turned away.

The two large boxes of gifts on the ground are obviously the best-selling supplements nowadays.

And the money she returned was left at the door.

There was no sound outside. Zhao Fangfang squatted at the door and cried for a while, then stood up to make a phone call to contact the people in her store to go back to work.

Although Jiang Jingjun said that, she was still worried.

She originally wanted to ask Jiang Xiaowen where he arranged for Jiang Yan to live. She wanted to go back to Xiaoyu City to check, but she couldn't find out for several days.

Jiang Jingjun was obviously hiding it from her on purpose. She had often heard Jiang Jingjun and his family asking her to send Yanyan to the old city from time to time.

After all, Yanyan is a child of their Jiang family. Zhao Fangfang knows very well that they would probably not agree to her marrying with Yanyan.

Now he is deliberately using this incident to take Yanyan over there.

Zhao Fangfang cried several times when she was alone because of this.

But she was not knocked down. Yanyan was looked after by the Jiang family, so nothing would happen to her.

They were right. They couldn't possibly hide Yanyan's college going from her mother.

She began to focus on running her own store and finding ways to do business. She wanted to move the store to Jiang Yan when she went to college.

She will reopen a shop wherever her daughter goes to school!

It is true that Jiang Yan is a descendant of their Jiang family, and she is also Jiang Jingnian’s only child.

She could understand and could not blame Jiang Jingjun, but she also couldn't bear to leave her daughter.

I can't blame anyone but fate...

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Shouldering the top priority of taking good care of his sister, Jiang Xiaowen asked his superior to resign early in the morning on Sunday and left the army to rush to the hospital.

Their troops usually have one day off every week, Sunday. Last week, Saturday, the team had a day off because Si Cizhan and his men had just completed their mission and it was a rest time arranged by their superiors.

Because Jiang Yan's injuries were serious, she was transferred from the town hospital to the county hospital that day. After some treatment in the county, she was worried that the treatment was not good enough, so she was quickly transferred to the city.

Their troops were in the rural suburbs of Dengming County, far away from the city, so they drove a military vehicle directly to the urban area of ​​Liufeng City and headed straight for the hospital.

Dengming County is Jiang Xiaowen's hometown. His grandfather lives here, but he is not very familiar with it.

Their family's household registration had been changed to Sijiucheng before the opening up.

Otherwise, he would not have come here with Si Ci Zhan to train the troops, and how could he have transferred the troops back to their hometown?

Now he has to go back to the old city to return to his hometown, but he has to wait for an unknown period of time.

If you are a person without any skills, you may have to serve as a soldier in Xiaoyu City for the rest of your life.

But it was only a matter of time before he and Si Cizhan returned.

When the two arrived at the hospital, it was already past eight in the morning.

When they entered the hospital ward, they brought the steamed buns they bought on the way and carried them to see Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had just woken up, her face was abnormally red, and she was taking medicine.

The nurse was so worried:

"Look at you. You're sick and have a fever every day, and you still dare to turn on the ceiling fan. The hospital has decided to transfer you to another ward. Your ceiling fan is blowing so strongly, and you still turn it on secretly every night."

"Girl, don't you feel uncomfortable when you are sick?"

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Have a cold?" Jiang Xiaowen saw that his sister was not in good condition, so he hurried over and touched her forehead. It was hot. "Fever? Nurse, is my sister's wound inflamed?"

The injury is on the head, so you have to be very careful. Jiang Xiaowen didn't think it was a big deal when he was injured.

Seeing Jiang Yan's head wrapped in circles of bandages and gauze, I felt scared and worried, and my heart was full of fear.

As soon as the nurse saw Jiang Yan's brother coming, she immediately told him all the good things Jiang Yan had done that week.

It turned out that every night, she would secretly run away and turn on the ceiling fan while the nurse was away on duty.

Since the first day she caught a cold, the nurses have come to the ward more often during their night shifts.

Every time I come, I see the ceiling fan whirring. In just one week, I don’t know how many times I turned off the ceiling fan for her at night.

"This girl, with her injuries, sleeps with a ceiling fan blowing on her every day. Look at this ceiling fan—" the nurse said as she turned it on. A strong wind soon blew up in the ward, blowing the curtains. The nurse quickly turned it off again. "Sleeping with such a strong wind, how can she not catch a cold or a fever?"

"She refuses to listen. No matter how many times I tell her, she still gets up at night and drives it secretly. Once she even tried to block the door to prevent us from entering. Your sister is simply, well, worrying."

The nurse felt exhausted at the end.

This patient never makes a fuss or cries and is usually obedient, making him very easy to take care of.

But that's the bad thing.

Don't take your body seriously.

"Where did you buy this ceiling fan? It blows so hard, how can you install it in a ward? If you put it in our army cafeteria, it would be freezing cold."

"Are there any other wards? How about changing to another ward?" Jiang Xiaowen looked at Jiang Yan who was taking medicine silently, not knowing what to say.

This weather is unbearably hot.

If you want to blame someone, blame the hot weather. How can you blame your sister for secretly turning on the ceiling fan in the middle of the night?

Didn't she catch a cold and have a fever?

Even in this situation, she still insisted on turning on the ceiling fan. Even Jiang Xiaowen could understand how much she feared heat.

"This ceiling fan was almost stopped, and I don't know what broke it, but it suddenly started spinning so fast. The hospital finally found a repairman, and he said it wasn't broken."

"Don't we need to change the ward? Otherwise, she'll be blowing the ceiling fan everywhere, which will slow down her recovery. That's not a good thing."

"Just replace the capacitor."

Si Ci Zhan glanced at the ceiling fan above and said.

He also thought that since Jiang Yan secretly turned on the ceiling fan every night, she must be unable to bear the heat.

He didn't want Jiang Yan to feel uncomfortable because of the hot weather.

But her small body really couldn't stand the constant blowing of the ceiling fan.

There is a subtle contradiction in my mood.

Si Ci Zhan was still wearing a white shirt today, as cold as jade, his handsome face was indifferent, and his eyes were sharp and cold, which made him look a little sharp, making people dare not look directly at him.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the pretty porcelain doll on the bed.

Suddenly I felt a little funny.

I didn't expect him to be so stubborn and so troublesome.

He walked to the bed and sat down, occupying the stool that Jiang Yan usually used to get out of bed.

Jiang Yan stopped taking medicine and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Si Cizhan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked into her ink-black eyes with cold eyes.

Jiang Yan was about to speak when the nurse turned around and said harshly, "Take your medicine quickly."

Then she complained to Jiang Xiaowen: "If you don't watch her take the medicine, she might spit it out."

Jiang Xiaowen: "..." So his seemingly quiet and rigid sister is actually so capable of making trouble?

Si Cizhan glanced at the pill in Jiang Yan's hand, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his cold expression:

"What time are you now?"

"I don't know." Jiang Yan's answer was the same as always.

"And me?"

Jiang Yan said: "0 (calm)."

"Where's your brother?" Si Cizhan never got tired of it.