HPDBC Chapter 30: Saving a Life by the Roadside, Enemy Beaten and Hospitalized [Please Add to Favorites, P
Chapter 30: Saving a Life by the Roadside, Enemy Beaten and Hospitalized [Please Add to Favorites, P
"Grandpa, can you hear me?"
Lin Bei waved to the old man.
The old man, his eyes half-open, spoke in a trembling voice, "Water... medicine..."
medicine?
It looks like the disease has relapsed.
Lin Bei reached into the old man's shirt pocket and quickly felt around.
Soon, a small white medicine bottle was pulled out, labeled nitroglycerin.
He clutched the medicine bottle in his hand, glanced at a convenience store across the street, and quickly ran over to buy a bottle of mineral water.
Lin Bei forcefully unscrewed the cap, placed the medicine under the old man's tongue according to the instructions.
Then, supporting the old man's head, he fed him a few sips of water.
About a minute later.
The old man's complexion improved, and his breathing gradually became steady.
He straightened up by leaning against the wall, looked up and sized up Lin Bei: "Young man, thank you."
"It was nothing." Lin Bei stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.
"Sir, what's your name?"
The old man was slightly taken aback, probably not expecting this young man to ask for his name right away.
He smiled and said, "My surname is Zhang. What's yours, young man?"
"My name is Lin Bei, Lin as in double wood, Bei as in north and south." Lin Bei placed the mineral water bottle next to the old man's hand. "It was just a small favor, you don't need to take it to heart."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Lin Bei took a few steps and then stopped, turning back to add, "Grandpa, that bottle of water is iced, please drink it slowly."
Having watched so many short dramas in his past life, Lin Bei came up with a conclusion.
If you save someone, be sure to give them your name, and ideally, make sure they remember it on the spot.
Don't wait a few days and then there'll be a scene where someone mistakes another person for another, and another imposter comes along to take their place, causing repeated misunderstandings and creating fifty or sixty episodes of confusion.
Once you've clearly stated your name, no one can take it away from you.
The old man looked in the direction Lin Bei had left and leaned against the wall to rest.
About ten minutes later.
A girl with pigtails, wearing a plaid skirt and white stockings, ran over.
She ran on the stone path in her little black leather shoes, making a "pat-pat" sound.
"grandfather!"
The girl saw Old Zhang not far away, ran over and squatted down, grabbed his sleeve, her eyes red with worry.
"Why did the call suddenly drop?"
"I called several times but no one answered, I was so scared!"
The girl asked breathlessly, her fair face already covered in sweat.
"It's just a recurring old ailment." Old Zhang patted the girl's hand and smiled. "A young man passed by earlier and got me some medicine. I'm fine now."
Upon hearing the words "young man," the girl's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked at Old Zhang with curiosity: "Young man? Is he handsome?"
Looking at his granddaughter's worthless appearance, Old Zhang shook his head helplessly: "You little rascal, someone saved your grandpa, and your first question is, 'Is he handsome?'"
"Grandpa," the girl tugged at Old Zhang's arm and shook it gently, beginning to whine, "So, is he handsome or not?"
Old Zhang, feeling a bit shaken, finally nodded: "I'll find an opportunity in a few days to treat them to a meal and thank them properly. You'll see then."
The girl stood up, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and thought for a moment, a slight smile playing on her lips.
……
Lin Bei ate a bowl of ramen on the street and went back to the driving school to practice driving in the afternoon.
The afternoon practice was similar to the morning one. Old Zhao still had dark circles under his eyes, while Xiao Zhou and that girl deliberately kept their distance from him.
While queuing, there were several empty spaces in the middle, and the coach saw it but didn't say anything.
After finishing his driving practice in the afternoon, Lin Bei was about to go home when his phone suddenly rang.
He took out his phone and saw that it was Lao Gao calling.
"Feed?"
Old Gao's voice on the phone was brimming with excitement: "Old Lin, big news!"
"Guess what? Chen Junrong got beaten up and is now in the hospital!"
Lin Bei leaned against the iron fence at the entrance of the driving school, a smile playing on his lips.
Chen Junrong was beaten?
It seems that Zhang Qiang made the move.
A few days ago, he anonymously sent the recording to Zhang Qiang, revealing to Chen Junrong that he had hired someone to teach him a lesson.
He knew Zhang Qiang's temper; in his past life, he was a powder keg ready to explode at any moment. Now that he had been stabbed, no matter the reason, he wouldn't let it go.
"How are you? Are you badly hurt?"
"I heard he broke his leg and two ribs, so he'll have to stay in the hospital for a while." There was no sympathy in Lao Gao's tone.
"The homeroom teacher sent a message in the class group, saying that since we are classmates, we should visit him in the hospital when we have time."
"So, are you going or not?"
Lin Bei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and suppressed a laugh: "Of course I'm going. How can I miss such a good opportunity?"
"I knew you'd say that," Old Gao immediately laughed. "Then when you go, don't forget to let me know."
"Okay." Lin Bei nodded in agreement.
He hung up the phone, but instead of going straight home, he walked to Song Qingning's door and knocked twice.
Soon, the door opened.
Song Qingning stood at the door, wearing a white tank top and athletic shorts. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail with a headband, and a few stray hairs clung to her sweaty forehead.
Her face was flushed from exercise, and a small bead of sweat glistened in the hollow of her collarbone. The neckline and front of her vest were soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin and outlining a rounded curve.
The music from the gymnastics broadcast could still be heard from the living room, and the yoga mat on the floor was still there, with a noticeable sweat stain on it.
It's clear that the little girl was exercising in the living room just now.
Lin Bei quickly looked away from Song Qingning's collarbone.
"Um," he cleared his throat, "Chen Junrong was beaten up and hospitalized. The homeroom teacher asked the students in the class to visit him when they have time."
"I'm planning to go tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"
Song Qingning picked up the towel around her neck, wiped the sweat from her chin, and thought for a moment: "Okay, I'm free tomorrow anyway."
Lin Bei: "The exact time hasn't been decided yet. I'll send you the time via QQ when I arrive."
"Okay." Song Qingning nodded, and used the other end of the towel to wipe her fair neck. "Then I'll get up early tomorrow to wash my hair."
Lin Bei smiled and said, "Whether you wash your hair or not makes no difference."
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing, I'll be going now."
Lin Bei turned around and went back to his front door, took out his key and opened the door.
He leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths.
How come I never noticed before that this little girl is so well-developed?
Lin Bei rubbed his temples and decided that he would try to avoid going to Song Qingning's house as much as possible in the future unless there was something important to do.
How could a hot-blooded young man like him stand such a scene?
Lin Bei went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of cold water, and drank it down. Only then did he feel that his body temperature had returned to normal.