Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 219 - 218 Forget the Car, Attend to Me First

Chapter 219: Chapter 218 Forget the Car, Attend to Me First

Nianhe’s mood was complicated.

She felt relieved as if a huge stone had been lifted off her shoulders, yet she also found herself annoyingly sanctimonious just moments before.

She made excuses for herself — after all, people make mistakes, and she needed to reconcile with herself.

Fen Yang’s mood was also complex.

While she thought it was good that Nianhe could buy a hearing aid, she couldn’t help but feel heartache over the money she had just handed out.

She wanted to strangle Nianhe — a person wealthy enough to buy a hearing aid, yet still eying her five yuan!

The two exchanged looks, and Fen Yang flung her head away and left.

Watching her leave, Nianhe cheerfully asked, "Dr. Zhou, do you want a bright future I can offer?"

Fen Yang responded, "I’d appreciate it if you just stop bothering me!"

"Tsks... I really mean to offer you a bright future."

"Just give it a rest, let me be."

"..."

Nianhe wasn’t lying to Fen Yang.

On her way back, she specifically bought a large red paper.

Wen Lan accompanied her back to Ten Miles Team because Aunt He was visiting, and she stayed with Xiao Cailan to let them rest.

"Hezi, is it easy to buy that hearing aid? I’ve never seen one," Wen Lan couldn’t help asking when they were nearly at the Educated Youth Corps.

"It’ll take some effort, I’m not really sure either," Nianhe responded.

She considered asking Qian Guozhu for help first, if that didn’t work, then seeking help from the good person Uncle Sun in the provincial city, and if all else failed, from Comrade Old Lin.

She hoped she wouldn’t need to resort to Sun Bo and Mr. Lin, as the privileges at this time felt like a sharp sword hanging by a thread over her head, likely to fall just from touch.

"You dare agree to such uncertain matters?" Wen Lan was shocked as she looked back at Nianhe, "I thought Beijing would have plenty!"

"How could that be." Nianhe looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, "Let the money... hey hey hey!"

There’s a saying, those who mingle with affairs must eventually pay back.

But Nianhe never expected her retribution to come this fast!

Wen Lan looked back to talk, not watching where she was going, and Nianhe not watching the road ahead... This dangerous driving directly resulted in their bicycle slamming into a wall, both of them falling to the ground.

Nianhe touched the little red bracelets on her wrist, wanting to cry but without tears.

Why did she forget to add another one after kicking Wen Qingqing off the bike?

Wen Lan hissed and jumped up quickly to fix the bicycle, painfully looking at the deflated front tire, "It’s broken, it’s broken, what should we do?"

Nianhe was in too much pain to move: "Don’t worry about the bike, take care of me first!"

Her left palm was scratched with several blood marks, and her knee was burning painfully, without looking she knew it was bleeding.

Wen Lan turned back, saw Nianhe still lying on the ground, hesitated for a moment before putting the bicycle against the wall properly and locking it, then turned back to reach out to Nianhe.

With reddening eyes and in a faint voice, Nianhe said, "Sister Lan, my knee is scraped, it hurts."

"You silly girl."

Wen Lan disdainfully pursed her lips.

She had fallen too, but when she fell she turned mid-air and landed on her buttocks; it hurt, but it was nothing serious.

Sister Lan considered it a basic maneuver and disdained Nianhe’s method of crashing direct to the ground.

Seeing the disdain in her eyes, Nianhe struggled to defend herself, "I was sitting sideways! The posture is different!"

She had struggled as well, otherwise, both her hands would have been bruised.

Still disdainful, Wen Lan moved a bit herself, then crouched down in front of Nianhe, "Come on, I’ll carry you."

Lin Nianhe sniffled and wrapped her arms around Sister Lan’s neck.

Wen Lan: "Move a bit! How am I supposed to carry you like this?"

Lin Nianhe: "Can I even move..."

Fortunately, it was noon and there were people in the Educated Youth Corps.

Miao Hongqi and Yu Xiangqin were the first to run out. Seeing their miserable state, Yu Xiangqin pursed her lips and said, "Tsk tsk, to think you could fall off a bike, not so cool now, huh?"

Having spent a lot of time together, everyone was used to Yu Xiangqin’s blunt way of speaking, so no one felt offended.

Now that there were more people, Wen Lan didn’t need to carry Lin Nianhe. Miao Hongqi and Yu Xiangqin, strong as they were, each took one side and carried Lin Nianhe back to the backyard.

Wang Shumei picked up the red paper that had fallen on the ground and pushed the bike back, asking her, "What do you need this paper for? It’s all dirty now."

She thought that Lin Nianhe bought the red paper for Aunt Li’s family to prepare for a wedding, and it wouldn’t be good to use dirty red paper for such an occasion.

Leaning on the edge of the Kang bed, Lin Nianhe looked at the red paper and said, "It’s for making big-character posters. It’s not torn, right?"

Wang Shumei replied, "No, it isn’t."

"Then it won’t affect its use."

Lin Nianhe then sucked in a breath of cool air and rolled up her trouser legs to see bloody knees on both sides.

"My goodness, how did you get hurt so badly? Did Xiao Lan kick you off?"

Wang Shumei couldn’t understand. How could two people who fell off the same bike have such different injuries?

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She didn’t want to talk; she just wanted to eat something good to comfort herself.

Wang Shumei wanted to apply medicine, but Lin Nianhe shook her head insisting on doing it herself.

Bringing her a basin of water, Wang Shumei said: "Then stop cooking these next few days, I’ll bring food for you."

Lin Nianhe looked expectantly at her: "I want to eat Zhajiang noodles, with finely shredded cucumber."

"Okay, I’ll make it, I’ll make it for you," Wang Shumei flicked her forehead and left with a laugh.

Only Lin Nianhe could still think of eating when hurt like this.

After Wang Shumei left, Lin Nianhe took out medicine to clean her wounds.

She was very familiar with this process, more adept at treating herself than others.

After stopping the bleeding and disinfecting the wound, she applied medicine and covered the wound with a waterproof and antibacterial patch before wrapping it with gauze.

No longer feeling the gauze rubbing against the wound, Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief and drank a big gulp of mango pomelo sago soup from her space.

Such a miserable life.

The news of Lin Nianhe’s injury spread quickly.

First, the female comrades from the Educated Youth Corps came to see her. Then, the six Mu brothers, through Wang Shumei, sent her a small pot of mushrooms they picked from the mountain.

Later, Uncle Team Leader and several Aunties came to visit, and even Aunt Li put down her work and brought Li Hehua to see her.

"This is terrible," Aunt Li frowned, placed a wrapped parcel on the Kang table, and said, "Eat some meat to recover. Maybe you should visit the health clinic? Want Xiao Hai’s wife to accompany you?"

Lin Nianhe: "There’s no need, Aunt Li. It’s just a fall. It’s not serious. It won’t prevent me from attending your family gathering tomorrow."

Aunt Li laughed, "You must come, if you can’t walk, I’ll carry you back. I’ll leave Hehua with you for pouring water and such, so you won’t have to get up."

Lin Nianhe: "No need, Aunt Li. There’s a lot going on at your place, let Xiao Hehua help you out. I’m fine here; I’ll just take a nap later."

Niuwa, who just arrived with Principal Wu and Wang Hong, also said: "It’s fine, Aunt Li. I can look after Sister Lin."

Aunt Li ruffled Niuwa’s hair: "That works. Rest up, and don’t try to handle everything alone. If there’s anything, have Niuwa call for people."

"Okay."

After Aunt Li left, Lin Nianhe opened the oil paper package and saw neatly cut slices of pig’s trotter meat, weighing about three taels.

She waved to Niuwa, "Niuwa, wanna play a game?"