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There were faint screams in the empty alley. Jiang Jing looked at the man lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He squatted in front of him with a gloomy expression, grabbed his collar and said, "If you still want to Take care of your hands, and next time, I will donate them for you."

The man's face was covered with tears, snot, and blood, his two front teeth were gone, and he nodded his head.

Jiang Jing let go of his hand, tore off the tie that was wrapped around his hand and kept it aside, because he was beaten a little bit hard just now, and the back of his hand was accidentally worn out.

But such minor injuries were already commonplace for him. The people in the abandoned factory were either able to fight, or were beaten, and some were fast runners.

He glanced at the man on the ground with disgust, and said coldly, "Scumbag."

Then he turned and walked out of the alley.

Arriving at the inpatient department of Xieyang Central Hospital, Jiang Jing took the elevator up to the seventh floor, glanced at the family members and patients passing by in the corridor, and walked to the consultation desk to inquire.

"Excuse me, which ward is Zhao Naixin in?"

The nurse at the guidance desk glanced at Jiang Jing, a little puzzled, because Zhao Naixin had lived in this hospital for a long time, and she still knew more or less about her family situation. Being.

Seeing the nurse's concerns, Jiang Jing held up the condolences he bought outside just now: "Zhao Yihong is very busy today, so I'll come over for him to take a look."

Seeing that Jiang Jing was dressed like a bad guy, the nurse didn't think too much about it, and pointed to the corridor on the left and said, "Go along this way, the sixth room will be there."

"Thank you."

When he came to Zhao Naixin's ward, Jiang Jing glanced at the girl in the ward through a small piece of transparent glass on the door.

The girl was sitting on the hospital bed, her thin body wrapped in a large hospital gown, playing with the doll in her hand for a while, with an unhappy expression on her face.

Because of the need to recuperate before the heart transplant operation, Zhao Naixin has been living in a very expensive single room, which Zhao Yihong is far from able to afford.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. Just as he was about to go in, someone grabbed his hand. He saw Zhao Yihong beside him panting heavily, looking at Jiang Jing very nervously: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Jing didn't answer, he just left him and went in on his own, but Zhao Yihong grabbed him again: "Get out."

Perhaps Zhao Naixin was scrupled, Zhao Yihong's voice was very low, although it was in an orderly tone, it trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Naixin, who was sitting on the bed, raised her head when she heard the movement, her face immediately filled with a childlike smile, and her eyes were full of light: "Brother."

A sweet voice sounded in the ward, she seemed to have noticed Jiang Jing again, stared at him for two seconds and said, "I remember you, that fierce big brother."

Jiang Jing glanced at Zhao Naixin, and whispered to Zhao Yihong, "I didn't come to see you today."

After finishing speaking, he broke free from his hand calmly, walked to the side of the hospital bed and put down the things in his hand, then pulled the folding chair beside him and sat down.

"I remember you too."

There was a soft smile on Jiang Jing's face, Zhao Naixin grinned when he heard him say that, showing two cute little canine teeth: "Really?"

Jiang Jing nodded: "Well, it's that dirty cat with a painted face."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch his head, and Zhao Yihong's heart trembled as he watched, for fear that he would do something to his sister.

When Zhao Naixin heard him say that she was a cat, she immediately became unhappy, pouted and said, "I'm not."

Jiang Jing seemed to still remember that the first time he saw this little girl was behind a dilapidated building, the little girl was dressed in sloppy clothes, tied with messy braids, and came up to him chasing a glass bead.

The little girl seemed a little scared when she saw him squatting on the steps smoking a cigarette, so she just stood there and stared at him for 5 minutes, until Jiang Jing asked impatiently, "Have you seen enough?"

Then he took a step back in fright, Jiang Jing picked up the glass beads at his feet in desperation, and said to her, "It's done."

As a result, when she threw it over, the girl didn't reach out to catch it at all, and the glass bead directly drew a beautiful arc around her, and fell into the stinky ditch.

The next second the child ran home crying.

From that day on, the little girl's mother thought she was being bullied, and every time she took her to pass by Jiang Jing, she hid far away.

I still remember that at that time, she was only this tall...

Jiang Jing roughly weighed it in his heart.

Zhao Naixin looked at Jiang Jing with wide eyes, and seeing that he was silent, she asked in confusion, "Brother fierce, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Jing rubbed her hair mischievously, then withdrew his hand.

Zhao Naixin suddenly saw the wound on the back of his hand: "Your hand is injured."

Jiang Jing glanced at the back of his hand: "Oh, it's okay."

"But the nurse sister said that if you don't care about the injury, you will be infected and sick. You wait."

As Zhao Naixin said, she opened the bedside drawer, took out two band-aids from it, took Jiang Jing's hand, and helped him treat the wound in a decent manner.

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"Okay, it won't hurt anymore."

Jiang Jing looked at the crooked Band-Aid on his hand, and couldn't help but smile: "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhao Yihong behind him didn't want Jiang Jing to stay any longer, so he controlled his tone and said, "Can you go back?"

Zhao Naixin glanced at her brother, and then at Jiang Jing: "Didn't the fierce brother come to see me? Are you going back so soon?"

Jiang Jing smiled and said, "Of course I came to see you, and I want to tell you a secret."

"Secret? What is it?"

Zhao Naixin looked at him curiously and expectantly, but Zhao Yihong behind him became more and more panicked: "Jiang Jing."

I only heard Jiang Jing pretending to be mysterious: "After you have the operation next month, you can live a normal life like everyone else."

Zhao Yihong: "Jiangjing."

The smile on Zhao Naixin's face faded in an instant: "But... I heard that surgery costs a lot of money, and... I don't want to live in this room either. I heard the aunt who lives next door say... This room is very expensive, and it costs a lot of money every day..."

Zhao Yihong stepped forward to drag him out, but was shot away the moment he touched Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to say to Zhao Naixin, "This is the secret I want to tell you!"

Zhao Yihong on the side called his name again warningly, but Jiang Jing ignored it and continued, "Your brother has raised a large sum of money, enough for your surgery and hospitalization."

"Really?" Zhao Naixin smiled and looked up at Zhao Yihong.

Looking at those delighted eyes, Zhao Yihong could only smile and nodded.

"Yeah! That's great! My brother won't have to eat instant noodles anymore."

The girl cheered instantly, seeing Zhao Naixin's happy face, Zhao Yihong felt mixed feelings.

Jiang Jing felt that he had almost stayed there, and if he went back late, he didn't know if Shen Lu'an would be angry, so he stood up and touched Zhao Naixin's head and said, "Okay, I'm leaving too, you have to rest well, Obediently listen to the doctor."

"En." Zhao Naixin nodded, and when Jiang Jing opened the door to go out, he stopped him again: "Brother fierce, come and see me again!"

Jiang Jing smiled and responded.

After leaving the ward, Zhao Yihong chased him out: "Jiang Jing, why are you treating my sister..."

Before he finished speaking, a bank card was handed to him. Zhao Yihong glanced at the bank card, and then at Jiang Jing.

I only heard Jiang Jing say: "There is 100 million in it, which is enough for all the expenses she needs before and after the operation."

Zhao Yihong looked at him, a little speechless. Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Jing was about to take it back, but the person in front of him took it again, holding the card tightly with both hands: "Say it! Do you want me?" do what?"

Jiang Jing laughed: "I'm not interested in you."

"That……"

"Let me declare first, first, I am not friends with you, nor will I become friends with people like you; second, I am not a great philanthropist, Father Our Lady."

"In that case, why are you helping me?"

"Think of it as...reparing your sister for that glass bead!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Zhao Yihong looked at the card in his hand with red eyes, and stopped him again: "Jiang Jing."

Jiang Jing felt that this person was not only submissive, but also a mother-in-law. He turned his head impatiently, and heard Zhao Yihong say, "I apologize to you for what I said to you at the banquet before!"

The author has something to say:

I found that people who read this chapter are still quite easy to misunderstand, so I went to this chapter again to explain.

I don't think this is a saint!

He is actually redeeming himself.

In the most desperate time, if there is such a person who drags himself out of the quagmire, will life after that not be so dark?

It can be regarded as a foreshadowing!