Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun walked slowly into the inconspicuous narrow alley shoulder to shoulder.

Deep in the alley, a van that looked a bit old was parked quietly by the wall. Song Xiangjun walked lightly around the slightly weathered van, frowning slightly, with curiosity and doubt flashing in her clear eyes. "Hey, when did you get a car like this? This doesn't seem like your style."

Song Xiangjun's clear and pleasant voice is like a yellow oriole singing in a valley. Even in this quiet alley, it still sounds particularly beautiful, with a hint of coquettish charm.

The corners of Zhong Yuemin's mouth slightly lifted up, outlining a slightly playful smile. He put his hands in his trouser pockets leisurely, exuding a sense of carefree leisure.

"Hehe...it was yesterday. This broken thing originally belonged to Li Kuiyong's grandson. I saw that although it looked worn out, it was strong and durable, so I was itching to play with it, so I just 'borrowed' it to drive it over."

Hearing this, Song Xiangjun couldn't help but chuckle, with a teasing arc on the corner of her mouth. "Haha... Boss Zhong, you are a well-known figure now. Isn't it too low-key to drive such a shabby car? Are you trying to play the pig and eat the tiger?"

Zhong Yuemin was startled when he heard this, and then he was like a deflated ball. He rolled his eyes, stroked his chin with his hand, and sighed deeply. "Hey! What kind of identity can I have? I am just a person who does nothing all day long and waits for death. Young comrade, listen to my advice. You must learn to keep a low profile, understand? As the saying goes, 'the first bird to stick its head out gets shot', this is a wise saying passed down by our ancestors, you must think about it carefully and remember it in your heart."

Song Xiangjun was originally listening to Zhong Yuemin's sermon seriously, but at the end, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Xiangjun also rolled her eyes, and then pouted in disgust, saying coquettishly, "Hmph! Stop it, you really are good at pretending! Fortunately, it's winter now. If it were summer, based on what you just said, God would definitely not tolerate it and would strike you down with a bolt of lightning to teach you a lesson!"

Zhong Yuemin obviously did not expect Song Xiangjun to respond like this. He widened his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief, and shouted loudly, "Hey! What do you mean, little comrade? Why should I be struck by lightning?"

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun laughed even harder, almost suffocating. After finally stopping her laughter, she put her hands on her hips and said slowly, "Hehe... If it's summer now, your saying 'Be low-key' doesn't sound like a replica of 'Don't show off, or you'll get struck by lightning'? Well, you should remember what you said."

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, his expression instantly became extremely interesting, a mixture of helplessness, surprise, and a sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He sighed deeply and couldn't help but swear. "Fuck! Woman, you really dare to say anything!"

Song Xiangjun, who was standing nearby, saw Zhong Yuemin's reaction and instead of holding back, she started laughing even harder. Her beautiful eyes curved into crescent shapes, sparkling with joy.

After laughing enough, Song Xiangjun reached out and gently patted Zhong Yuemin's broad shoulders, and urged him in a slightly coquettish tone, "Hey, stop talking here! Hurry up and get in the car. If you keep dawdling, we'll both be frozen into popsicles in this weather!"

Hearing what Song Xiangjun said, Zhong Yuemin could only helplessly shake his head again, but at the same time, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose up and a faint smile appeared.

There was no way, because this woman always had ways to make him helpless. Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin muttered, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you," while walking quickly to the van, opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat.

After both of them were seated firmly, Zhong Yuemin turned his head to look at Song Xiangjun, deliberately pretending to be confident and said, "Okay, since you are so anxious, I will be merciful today and take you to experience the unique charm of this new car!"

After saying this, Zhong Yuemin quickly stretched out his left hand to grasp the steering wheel, and skillfully reached for the key with his right hand and gently turned it, ready to start the old van.

However, something unexpected happened. The van was like a stubborn and obstinate old man, completely ignoring Zhong Yuemin's operation. Although the engine struggled hard and made a few weak coughs, it soon fell into silence again.

At this time, Song Xiangjun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but raise her lips slightly, outlining a playful smile. Her bright eyes flashed with cunning light, and she said in a somewhat teasing tone, "Hey! Uncle Zhong, what's going on with you? Is it possible that even this van is going to be angry with you?"

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment instantly appeared on Zhong Yuemin's face. He subconsciously laughed dryly twice, trying to cover up his inner embarrassment.

Then, Zhong Yuemin cleared his throat and explained calmly, "Ahem... well, it's really too cold today. Even the car is afraid of the cold. We have to give it some time to warm up, right?"

After hearing this, Song Xiangjun laughed even harder, almost leaning forward on the windshield. She continued to tease while laughing, "Oh my! Uncle Zhong, today I have truly witnessed the unique charm of your van. Look at this posture, it is simply a real 'tsundere car'! If you want to drive it, you actually have to see how the old man feels first."

Zhong Yuemin pretended to be calm, but the corners of his mouth could not help twitching slightly. He thought to himself: "This woman is really talking about things that are not relevant to the topic." But his face remained calm. While chatting with Song Xiangjun, he continued to try to start the van.

Zhong Yuemin put in a lot of effort, and the van finally seemed to be convinced. The engine roared and the car started slowly.

Zhong Yuemin breathed a sigh of relief, with a smug smile on his face. "See, as long as I take action, it won't be a problem."

Song Xiangjun rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. She knew that although Zhong Yuemin liked to brag at ordinary times, he was still reliable at critical moments.

After arriving at the destination, Zhong Yuemin parked the van steadily. He took off his gloves, took out the crumpled address slip from his pocket, and checked it carefully again. "It's the building in front. That's right. Let's go straight there."

The two chatted and laughed all the way to the fifth floor. However, the scene in front of him made Zhong Yuemin a little confused - the two houses were opposite each other, but there was no clear house number sign, and he didn't know which one was Liu Shengli's house. Song Xiangjun looked at Zhong Yuemin with a questioning look in her eyes: "Which one is it?"

Zhong Yuemin shrugged helplessly. "I don't know either. Liu Lianxiang didn't give me an exact house number."

After thinking for a while, Zhong Yuemin decided to pick a random door and knock on it. He walked to the door on the left and knocked gently. Not long after, a woman's voice came from behind the door. As the door slowly opened, she asked in confusion, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and asked, "Hello, comrade. Excuse me, is this Comrade Liu Shengli's home?"

However, the woman didn't say a word, and the door slammed shut with a 'bang', almost hitting Zhong Yuemin's nose!

Zhong Yuemin was a little confused by this sudden change. He touched his nose and couldn't help muttering, "Fuck! What kind of quality is this?"

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun couldn't help laughing. "Haha, it seems you picked the wrong door this time."

After saying that, Song Xiangjun turned and walked towards another house, knocking on the door confidently: "That must be this one."

Song Xiangjun knocked for several minutes, but unfortunately, there was no response from inside the door. The sound of knocking on the door echoed in the quiet corridor and even startled the residents upstairs.

An old lady with white hair and unsteady steps came down the stairs slowly. She frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for? You've been knocking on the door for so long."

Song Xiangjun quickly stepped forward and asked politely, "Auntie, may I ask, is this Liu Shengli's home?"

The old lady nodded, but a trace of worry appeared on her face. "Yes, but they are not at home. They all went to the hospital."

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but feel curious when he heard this, so he asked, "Auntie, is someone in Liu Shengli's family sick?"

The old lady sighed and replied, "Her daughter-in-law, it seems that there is something wrong with her lungs. Anyway, outsiders don't know the specific problem. No one has been at home for seven or eight days. Are you his relatives?"

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun looked at each other, both a little surprised. Since they were already here, Zhong Yuemin decided to go to the hospital to see Liu Shengli's wife. He asked the old lady, "Auntie, do you know which hospital it is?"

The old lady raised her hand and pointed in a direction. "It looks like the Second Hospital. Go and have a look. Turn left and it's two blocks away."

Zhong Yuemin nodded gratefully: "Auntie, thank you!" After that, he pulled Song Xiangjun and hurried downstairs.

The two decided to walk to the hospital, both to keep warm and because the Second Hospital was not far away. On the way, they talked while walking, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Zhong Yuemin suddenly stopped. He turned to look at Song Xiangjun, thinking that he couldn't go empty-handed.

Song Xiangjun asked curiously, "Yuemin, why don't you leave?"

Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit inappropriate for us to go like this!"

After hearing this, Song Xiangjun immediately understood what Zhong Yuemin meant. She smiled and nodded. "Then let's go buy something."

So, Song Xiangjun took Zhong Yuemin to the store in front of the hospital. There were all kinds of goods in the store. After choosing, they finally decided to buy two bags of oatmeal and two kilograms of tangerines. However, these tangerines looked dry and shriveled, as if there was no moisture at all.

"Just make do with it. It's good enough to be able to buy these at this time." Zhong Yuemin smiled helplessly and put the oranges and cereals into a plastic bag.

As the end of the year approaches, the hospital is bustling with people coming and going. People walk around, and the snowflakes brought in by their feet form patches of water on the ground. The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Knowing that Liu Shengli's wife had lung disease, the two went directly to the inpatient department and found the respiratory department according to the instructions on the sign.

On the third floor of the Respiratory Department of the inpatient department, there is a long corridor running through it, with wards lined up on both sides.

Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun walked back and forth in the corridor, asking every nurse they met. "Comrade nurse, do you know where Liu Shengli's family is?"

However, the nurses all shook their heads, saying they didn't know. This made Zhong Yuemin and Song Xiangjun a little anxious, but they didn't give up and decided to search ward by ward.

The two men stretched their heads and looked at the door of every ward, hoping to find Liu Shengli's family.

Finally, at the door of a ward, Song Xiangjun shouted excitedly, "Master Liu, you are here!"

A middle-aged man in a black coat came out of the ward. He wore black-framed glasses and his face was full of fatigue and exhaustion. When he saw Song Xiangjun, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Director Song, why are you here?"

Song Xiangjun explained with a smile, "Master Liu, I want to talk to you about something."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly extended his hand and said politely, "Hello, Comrade Liu Shengli, I am Zhong Yuemin."

Liu Shengli held Zhong Yuemin's hand, but Zhong Yuemin immediately felt that his hand was cold, without a trace of body temperature. This made him even more worried, as Liu Shengli was obviously exhausted to the extreme.

"Hello, Comrade Zhong Yuemin. It turns out that you also have a share in that printing factory!" Liu Shengli responded with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry, you've been helping me so much, but I haven't even shown up. I'm really rude."

"Boss Zhong, you're welcome. It's a bit messy here. Let's sit on a chair in the corridor for a while."

Song Xiangjun took over the conversation with a smile. "Master Liu, please don't be polite with us. We came here today to see my sister-in-law. We heard that she was not feeling well and we were really worried about her. I wonder how she is doing now?"

Liu Shengli showed a trace of difficulty on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "This... Hey, I'm really sorry to ask you to make this trip. My wife is suffering from pneumonia."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand carelessly and said nonchalantly, "Master Liu, what are you talking about? How can you kick us out just because of this?"

You should know that most cases of pneumonia in adults are bacterial pneumonia. This disease is not an infectious disease and generally does not cause infectious problems.

So for someone like Zhong Yuemin who has relevant knowledge, he naturally won't take it to heart.

But then again, if a child with a weaker immune system encounters this situation, then you have to be more cautious. After all, even if it is a common adult cold, it is best to keep children at a certain distance.