Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old-Chapter 1949 - Extra A Brand New Life 64 (Jiang Yue and Xue
Chapter 1949: Extra: A Brand New Life 64 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
Chapter 1949: Extra: A Brand New Life 64 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
The nurse’s expression clearly suggested that she believed it was them who had been vigilantly watching over Qin Zi during those life-threatening days…
And Qin Zi, apparently oblivious to everything, was just busy expressing her gratitude. Jiang Yue and Xue Yan did not wish to take credit for something they hadn’t done.
After exchanging a glance, Jiang Yue spoke up, “Miss Qin, may I borrow your phone for a moment?”
“Certainly.” Although Qin Zi didn’t understand why, she still handed over the phone. Before doing so, she unlocked it with her password.
Jiang Yue then browsed through the contacts list on Qin Zi’s phone.
Subsequently, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan saw that the call record from Si Yan that day had indeed been deleted.
Without needing to communicate, both Jiang Yue and Xue Yan felt that it must have been Si Yan who had been there during those days, and it was only after Qin Zi woke up and was out of danger that the hospital notified Qin Zi’s mother to come over.
Si Yan probably hadn’t expected them to visit Qin Zi again, which is why he had the hospital lie.
As for Qin Zi, upon waking, she surely hadn’t seen Si Yan, and had only been informed about her situation from whatever the hospital told her, hence she was so clueless.
Qin Zi might not understand why, but she wasn’t foolish. Seeing Jiang Yue and Xue Yan exchange glances after checking her phone’s contacts list, she too sensed something was off. However, she didn’t immediately say anything and instead told her mother, Lü Mei, “Mom, there’s no more hot water. Could you fetch a bottle?”
“Okay, sure.” Lü Mei busily took the water bottle and left the ward.
The nurse also checked Qin Zi’s condition and, seeing that everything was fine, left as well.
Now, only Jiang Yue, Xue Yan, and Qin Zi were left in the ward.
Only then did Qin Zi ask, “Why were you looking at my contacts?”
Jiang Yue responded, “We just didn’t want you to thank the wrong people. We also don’t want to take credit for something we never did.” After pausing, she went on to explain, “Those days you were in the ICU, it wasn’t us keeping vigil. We were there for a while at most, and then there was a call to your phone labeled ‘Si Yan’.”
Upon hearing the name Si Yan, Qin Zi’s expression noticeably changed, and her fingers involuntarily clutched the white blanket covering her, but Jiang Yue continued, “Later, the hospital director arrived with a bunch of people, claiming someone recognized you and would contact your family. We left then and hadn’t come back to see you until today.”
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After pausing and observing Qin Zi’s expression, Jiang Yue added, “He probably didn’t know we would come back again.”
“Hmm,” Qin Zi replied softly, and after a long while, her fingers gradually relaxed and she looked up at Jiang Yue and Xue Yan, “Could I trouble you not to talk about this with anyone else?”
Jiang Yue and Xue Yan both nodded, “We can.”
They didn’t further inquire about her relationship with Si Yan or why she wanted it this way.
However, they could tell that even if Qin Zi encountered Si Yan, she would pretend to be unaware of the situation; otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked them to keep silent.
“Thank you.” After pausing, Qin Zi continued, “Even though it wasn’t you watching over me these past few days, you did stay before, and you saved me. I heard about my car exploding… I still need to express my gratitude. If there’s anything you need help with in the future, I hope you’ll think of me. I’ll certainly help you if I can.”
Knowing she didn’t want to feel indebted, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan naturally nodded again, “Alright.”
When Lü Mei returned with a bottle of hot water and was about to pour them a drink, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan declined. Having seen everything they needed to with Qin Zi, they were ready to go.
