A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Watching Jiang Zheyuan carry Shao Wanwan away, Shao Moli murmured, "Does this mean he's not going back to the dorm tonight?"

But Jiang Zheyuan could no longer hear Shao Moli's mutterings.

The liveliness of the stage was fading further and further away from Jiang Zheyuan.

As we left the brightly lit playground, the light grew dimmer.

Only a few scattered streetlights allowed me to see the road beneath my feet.

For some reason, Jiang Zheyuan recalled the last time he saw Shao Wanwan in his previous life.

“Shao Wanwan, once you step out of this house, you can’t come back. You need to think it through…” He was angry at the time, but there was still no trace of anger on his face, and his tone remained gentle.

Shao Wanwan gave him a mocking look and snorted, "I've already hooked up with someone else, are you still going to give me a chance? What a coward, letting my dead father hold you hostage your whole life. You're all so ridiculous. Do you think I'll be grateful just because you take care of me and protect me? I'm not a caged bird. I'm leaving today, going with someone else, and I'm living the high life! Let me tell you, I won't regret it."

Then Shao Wanwan disappeared into the night.

It got dark so early that day! Just like today.

The next time he saw Shao Wanwan was at the funeral home. Even though her body had been stitched up by the mortician, the scene was still extremely horrifying. He turned his head and vomited, bringing up a lot of acidic fluid... He didn't have time to swallow the acidic fluid, and it got stuck in his throat. A feeling of suffocation surged up, making him burst into tears.

He denies that he cried for Shao Wanwan, but now that he thinks about it, what else could it be but crying?

Such a beautiful person was shattered and broken like that.

……

Jiang Zheyuan hugged Shao Wanwan tighter.

Despite looking so tall, it's not actually that he's very heavy to hug.

Jiang Zheyuan carried Shao Wanwan to the car and put her into the Crown car that his grandfather had given him.

He had already taken his driving test during the summer vacation, and since he already knew how to drive, he got his license in just one month.

He initially disagreed with the idea of ​​his family providing him with a car, but his uncle, acting on the old man's orders, sent him a car directly and even used his mother's status as a visiting professor to obtain an access pass and parking permit at the school.

In his previous life, he resolutely refused; he just wanted to go to school quietly.

So, disregarding the old man's anger, they insisted on sending it back and parking it in the garage of the old house.

In this life, he was much more tolerant and tactful. He cherished the reunion with relatives he thought he would never see again. Many things that he cared about and struggled with in his previous life, he no longer cared about in this life.

He looked at the brand-new car keys in his hand, sighed, and realized that having a car was still the most convenient thing to do.

Seeing Shao Wanwan frown, she let out a painful groan.

He curled up in a ball in the back row.

The car models at that time were very old, and the back seats were quite cramped.

The roof is low, making the whole car feel rather cramped.

Although this imported Crown is already quite valuable by today's standards.

However, when he thought about how cars would develop in the future, he couldn't help but feel that the car was too small and uncomfortable to lie down in.

Jiang Zheyuan hesitated for a moment, then found a khaki jacket in the trunk and covered Shao Wanwan with it.

Then they quickly got to the driver's seat.

With a low number of cars on the road and it being nighttime, there were no pedestrians and no worries about traffic jams, but Jiang Zheyuan still drove incredibly fast.

Normally it takes an hour and a half to drive to the hospital, but Jiang Zheyuan managed to get there in just 45 minutes.

He had already contacted his aunt in advance while in the car, and his aunt arranged for someone to meet him at the hospital entrance.

"The patient experienced a severe allergic reaction and needs an injection first; otherwise, their airway will become blocked, causing suffocation..."

The implication is that the situation is very serious and life-threatening.

"Have you been in contact with anything recently?" the doctor asked while prescribing the injection.

Jiang Zheyuan shook his head.

Does she have any drug allergies?

Jiang Zheyuan shook his head again.

Jiang Zheyuan shook his head at every question the doctor asked.

Jiang Zheyuan felt his heart growing heavier and heavier.

Despite being husband and wife in their previous life, he knew absolutely nothing about her.

Perhaps I bear a great deal of responsibility for her tragic end in her past life. If only I had shown her more care and attention...

Fortunately, there is still a chance.

"Comrade, what's your relationship with her?" The nurse on duty asked, looking up as she prepared the injection and medication.

A faint blush rose to Jiang Zheyuan's face. After thinking for a moment, he honestly answered, "My fiancée."

The nurse understood, "You need to give a small injection. This injection is quite painful, so you need to press on it after the injection to promote absorption and make the patient more comfortable."

Shao Wanwan was completely dazed, her face was red and swollen, and even her usually beautiful eyes were swollen and narrowed into slits.

Jiang Zheyuan, who already had fair skin, blushed bright red upon hearing this. The nurse was stunned, thinking, "He's my fiancée, why is he still so shy?"

However, she didn't say anything. In front of Jiang Zheyuan, she lifted up Shao Wanwan's puffy skirt and pulled down her boxer shorts a little, revealing some of Shao Wanwan's fair buttocks. Jiang Zheyuan immediately turned his head away.

The nurse was exceptionally quick; after disinfecting with an alcohol swab, she immediately began inserting the needle.

At this time, the needles were far less fine than later needles; they were so thick that they were somewhat frightening to look at.

The needle pierced her skin, and Shao Wanwan gasped in pain, her face contorting in agony.

"It hurts..." Shao Wanwan murmured instinctively.

The nurse deftly removed the needle, then looked up at Jiang Zheyuan and said, "Give her a massage! Observe her for half an hour. If the swelling hasn't gone down, then tell the doctor. By the way, it's best to take off her clothes and wear some pure cotton clothing."

After taking a few steps, he turned back and instructed again, "Give your fiancée a little more massage! Otherwise, she'll be in pain when she walks tomorrow."

After the nurse finished speaking, she pulled the blue blindfold closed.

Jiang Zheyuan and Shao Wanwan were left in the cramped cubicle.

Jiang Zheyuan tilted his head, his hand hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to rub it or not.

In a daze, Shao Wanwan felt a cool sensation on her skin. She struggled to turn her head to see what was happening and saw Jiang Zheyuan with a look of bravely facing death, holding up three fingers and pressing them onto her...buttocks!

Jiang Zheyuan was even more shocked and embarrassed than she was. His face turned bright red, and his hands continued to press gently around the needle prick.

The unbearable swelling and pain was relieved quite a bit by the pressure.

Seeing that Jiang Zheyuan was almost burning red with rage, Shao Wanwan slowly turned her head, buried her face in her arms, and pretended not to see him.

Otherwise, given Jiang Zheyuan's old-fashioned nature, he would definitely insist on marrying her.

He was clearly just following the nurse's instructions; there was really no need to elevate it to such a high level as taking responsibility for her.

However, Shao Wanwan also knew that she couldn't explain things clearly to people of this generation, especially to someone like Jiang Zheyuan who had such a strong sense of morality and responsibility.

If Jiang Zheyuan were caught red-handed, he would definitely lose face.

Forget it, let's just pretend we don't know!

Just never mention this again, no matter what.

Anyway, I don't have any image left in Jiang Zheyuan's eyes.

Shao Wanwan lay back down, then tilted her head to the side, thinking about other things. One reason was to distract herself from the strange feeling of being touched by a man, and the other was to figure out what caused her severe allergic reaction. It shouldn't be this serious just because of something on her clothes.

The acupuncture and medicine were taking effect, and Shao Wanwan was drifting off to sleep when she noticed that Jiang Zheyuan was still diligently massaging her.

Still using three fingers, not one more is not allowed, and then using a very consistent amount of force, continuously pressing around the needle hole.

I was truly defeated by him.

How can there be such a simple-minded person in this world?

If she hadn't read the book, she could have easily mistaken Jiang Zheyuan's behavior as that of a lecher.

Just as he was about to tell him to stop, he heard someone speaking outside the curtain, "Zheyuan, your aunt said your fiancée has a severe allergic reaction. I just finished surgery and haven't returned to the duty room yet, so I came down to check on her."

The doctor who was treating Shao Wanwan was still working on her medical records when he heard this, and he quickly stood up. "Vice President, what brings you here?"

Jiang Fuhai patted the doctor on the shoulder, "My nephew's wife is having an allergic reaction, so I came to take a look..."