Song Tingfan pushed aside the straw but found it still blocked. He touched it with his hand, a hard stone.
How could there be such a large stone at the drainage outlet?
Unless soone did it intentionally.
As for who, it’s already very clear.
If this stone is not removed, he might be punished.
The river water’s soaking had already chilled his body a bit. He didn’t try to be brave, climbing onto the stones by the riverbank.
But there was so moss beside the stones, and his footing wasn’t steady. The next mont, he was swept away by the river. Even though he reacted quickly, he couldn’t grasp onto anything.
His consciousness inexplicably beca a bit scattered.
No, he can’t die.
Qiao’er is still waiting for him, he hasn’t seen his daughter yet.
No matter how he tried to muster up strength, it was all in vain, as if sothing was peeling away from his body.
Soone on the bank shouted in alarm, "Vice General Song!"
Several soldiers imdiately jumped in. Jiang Mingshan was in front, reacting the fastest, diving in forcefully and hugging the unconscious man.
Afterwards, several more soldiers ca, pulling him up together.
"Quick, call the doctor!"
...
When Song Tingfan was carried back by the group, both Song Qin and Song Rongren felt weak, Lin Qiao’s mind was blank, and she kept pressing his chest.
The man had no reaction, as if he were dead.
She panicked a bit, no way, he couldn’t be dead, trembling as she checked for his breath, and he was still breathing.
Zhou Fu’an and the others didn’t know what she was doing. At this mont, the doctor arrived, took Song Tingfan’s pulse, stayed silent for a long ti, and then checked the inside of his eyes, "There shouldn’t be any major issues, just wait for him to wake up."
"Doctor, take a good look, is it poisoning? He was fine a mont ago, then suddenly fell unconscious, it’s clearly abnormal." Gao Qiang didn’t believe it and spoke urgently.
In the military camp, such things weren’t unheard of, with even several cases.
Hearing this, the doctor shook his head, "It doesn’t look like poisoning. His lip color is normal, his inner eyes are normal. The sudden fainting is probably due to exhaustion, or he was chilled by the river water."
Lin Qiao eagerly asked, "Doctor, please look more closely, I’ll give you as much silver coin as you want."
The doctor couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Young lady, rest assured, I wouldn’t joke about this, there’s nothing wrong with him, he might wake up soon."
While the two were talking, the man’s eyelashes on the bed twitched gently twice, soon there was no movent again.
A "buzzing" sound at the ear, a voice familiar yet unfamiliar, hadn’t been heard for many years.
After a long ti, the house quieted, and after a while, soone was wiping his body.
The woman spoke softly, "If you don’t wake up soon, I’ll be mad at you."
He had never heard her get mad so gently, the man opened his eyes, and the woman’s blurry face appeared before him. After a while, his vision cleared, the woman’s charming face was no longer lifeless.
He was a little dazed.
Seeing him awake, Lin Qiao’s face lit up with delight, "Tingfan, you’re awake! Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Strangle her.
The first reaction in Song Tingfan’s mind was to reach out, but before he could, his head throbbed with pain, and images flooded in.
Sister-in-law, give sothing to eat?
Brother-in-law, I’ll send you to study.
Sister-in-law, I’ll marry you when I co back.
Qiao’er, I want to marry you.
Qiao’er, I’ll definitely be good to you and the child.
"Tingfan, you frightened us, is it a headache?" Lin Qiao saw him holding his head, just touched his arm, then he flung it away fiercely. She was stunned for a mont but didn’t dwell on it.
She turned and ran to call the doctor, who returned, about to diagnose when he t the man’s sinister gaze, inexplicably shivering in his heart.
Lin Qiaoxin felt sothing was off but couldn’t think much at the mont, grabbing Song Tingfan’s hand and handing it to the doctor.
The doctor glanced at the "man-eating" man, cautiously reaching out, but the man’s attention was all on the woman now, letting him take the pulse.
After a long while, the doctor withdrew his hand, "It’s nothing serious, probably got frightened, let prescribe so sleeping pills."
After the doctor left, Song Tingfan glanced around, finally resting his eyes on the two elders not far away, his eyes suddenly turned red, wanting to call out, but fearing they might "disappear" in surprise.
So this is what dying feels like.
Where are mother, father, and brother?
Lin Qiao looked increasingly uneasy, why did she feel his gaze strange?
Strange enough to scare her.
"Tingfan?"
At her call, Song Tingfan looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred but quickly fading, replaced by confusion.
Can’t tell if it’s hate or joy.
"Niu Niu?"
Song Qin also noticed sothing wrong, worriedly checked his forehead, neither cold nor hot, she asked again, "Niu Niu, is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
"Grandmother." Song Tingfan looked at her greedily.
"Grandmother is here, it’s okay now, it’s okay." Song Qin thought he was scared, her heart ached until her eyes turned red, lifting a hand to stroke his head.
The warm, real touch made Song Tingfan pause, his pupils slightly dilated in disbelief, "Grandmother, is it you?"
"Grandmother is here." Song Qin couldn’t help her tears from falling.
Is Niu Niu scared silly?
Beside her, Lin Qiao beca more and more aware of sothing amiss, the two calls of grandmother were even more off, how did she seem like a villain?
She found the thought absurd but still instinctively took a few steps back, forcing herself to stay calm.
Not necessarily a villain, maybe just frightened.
Mrs. Fan noticed her movent, thinking she felt dizzy from standing too long, hurriedly supported her, "Qiao’er, are you uncomfortable? Sit down quickly."
Seeing the cold sweat on her forehead, she nervously asked, "Qiao’er? What’s wrong with you, is your stomach uncomfortable?"
A fetus less than three months is easily miscarried.
As soon as these words ca out, all eyes in the room fell on her, Lin Qiao snapped back to reality, shaking her head, "I’m fine, I’ll go make so ginger tea to warm up."
She took another look at the man’s expression, turned and quickly stepped out, legs giving way as soon as she entered the kitchen.
It should be nothing, otherwise, he would have strangled her just now.
...
The man slept again after waking for a bit, and this sleep lasted for a long ti, long enough for Lin Qiao to consider packing up and running away.
As darkness fell, Lin Qiao hesitated to enter the house, fearing that Song Qin and the others might overthink, steeling herself as she went in.
The man on the bed was still asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief, didn’t climb into bed, but sat by the table, ready to make do for the night.
Suddenly, the wooden bed creaked, she looked up, instantly eting the man’s deep eyes, unable to hide the coldness.
Now Lin Qiao was eighty percent sure, this was the blackened antagonist.
Her heart skipped a beat, chilled to the core.
A naless ache clenched her chest.
The "husband" she raised was gone.
She was observing him, and he was observing her too, why was it different, why was she good to him?
Neither spoke for a while.
After a long ti, Lin Qiao tried speaking, "Tingfan, are you hungry? I’ll bring you so food."
"No, thank you."
Song Tingfan glanced at her belly, the cold sharpness in his eyes softened a bit, quickly returning to normal, and he added, "Co to bed."
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