A Girl Traveling Through Troubled Times

Chapter 1116 Sick and Hospitalized

Soon after, the doctor and nurses came and gave Gui'er the medicine. She felt much better at this point, but she still felt a little dizzy and weak all over.

When Wu Mingqiang returned from outside, he bowed to the doctors and nurses to express his gratitude and gave each of them money. The nurses were exceptionally enthusiastic after receiving the money, smiling and saying, "The bedding in your ward is old. I'll get you a brand new one later."

After everyone left, Wu Mingqiang moved a stool and sat down in front of Gui'er, asking with a worried expression, "How are you, Miss? Are you feeling any better?"

Gui'er nodded weakly and said, "I'm much better. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. This time it must have cost a lot of money, right?"

“Money is not a problem. As long as you get better, I’m willing to pay whatever it takes. I can earn money again. Miss, please don’t worry about anything else and hurt your health. I know you were poisoned when you were a child, and that’s probably why you’re so weak now. You must take good care of yourself, otherwise, I…I…” He choked up as he said this.

It was only then that Gui'er noticed his pale face and the unusual helplessness on his face, which was completely different from his usual confident demeanor of having everything under control.

"I'm sorry, I know, Mr. Zhu is dead..." Gui'er was originally wondering why Wu Mingqiang would hide it from her, but now seeing how nervous he looked, she felt that he still cared about her, and decided that she should have an open and honest talk with him.

"You know, don't you? When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me?" Gui'er said, asking directly, because she always felt that Wu Mingqiang would never harm her.

“I found out the day before yesterday, but I was afraid you would be sad, so I arranged a funeral and burial for him myself without telling you. He was buried next to Mr. Chen, and the best coffins were used. Except for the fact that no one attended the funeral, all the ceremonies were done properly. Don’t worry.”

How did he die?

“I don’t know, I really don’t know. There are several murders like this every day in Hong Kong, and they’re all unsolved. Miss, I don’t dare tell you. I know that every comrade who leaves you will be heartbroken for a long time, and Mr. Zhu is currently the only comrade you still have contact with, so I know you will be very sad. That’s why I don’t dare tell you. Miss, Mr. Zhu is gone, but you still have me, and what about us? Don’t torture yourself, okay? Let’s live a good life in Hong Kong.” Wu Mingqiang said in an almost pleading tone.

Gui'er lowered her eyes, tears falling like broken pearls. She closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and nodded helplessly.

Wu Mingqiang hurriedly and clumsily took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away her tears: "Miss, Gui'er, don't cry, don't cry. It breaks my heart when you cry."

Gui'er didn't want to cry, but she felt empty inside, as if she had returned to the first day she transmigrated to this world, feeling helpless and directionless.

Because of her emotional distress, Gui'er was arranged to stay in the hospital for a day and a night by the doctor. She took leave from school. Dingxiang came over overnight and, seeing her like this, cried uncontrollably. She turned around and scratched and hit Acheng, saying, "It's all your fault for talking so much and saying such nonsense to Miss, causing her to be like this now. What will we do if something happens to Miss?"

Acheng hung his head and let her hit him, seemingly feeling that it was because of him that Gui'er vomited blood.

Gui'er felt embarrassed at this moment and quickly advised, "Don't be like that. It's my fault for overthinking. The stomach is an organ related to emotions. I'm much better now. I'll take good care of myself. Don't blame him."

Dingxiang also brought a large food box, saying, "Miss didn't eat much for dinner and vomited so much blood, she needs to replenish herself properly."

Wu Mingqiang said with a wry smile, "The doctor said she can't eat right now, and she won't be able to eat until at least tomorrow afternoon."

"That's a quack doctor, how could he not let me eat? I'm going to find him," Dingxiang said indignantly.

"The doctor is right, you really can't eat that. Okay, you don't all need to stay here, go back and rest. I'm just going to sleep anyway."

"I'm staying here to take care of Miss. You two go back," Dingxiang said.

“How can I leave you two women here alone? I’ll stay outside.” After saying that, A-Cheng moved a chair to the door.

"Brother Wu, you should go back and rest. You still have business to manage during the day. Tomorrow morning, could you ask for leave from school for me and tell the teacher that if I recover well, I can go back to school the day after tomorrow."

Wu Mingqiang nodded and said to Dingxiang and Aqiang, "Then you two will have to work hard for me," and then left.

After Wu Mingqiang left, Acheng stepped forward and said to Gui'er, "Miss, Brother Qiang should have known about this matter long ago."

“He just admitted to me that he received the news a couple of days ago that he had already arranged Mr. Zhu’s funeral and buried him next to Brother Chen.”

Ah Cheng nodded in agreement: "In that case, Miss, please don't worry about it anymore. Although it's a pity, this is something no one wanted. Let's focus on living our lives well, that's more important than anything else."

Gui'er nodded, asked Dingxiang to pour Acheng a cup of hot water, and said softly, "I know, it's all over now. I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late, take a rest."

She closed her eyes, but tears still slid down her temples and into the pillowcase. The earnestness of Zhu Zhiming when he left the note and the smile at Chen Zhongyu's engagement banquet flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. Her heart felt like it was blocked by something, suffocating and aching.

The next day, Gui'er felt much better, but she wouldn't eat because she was a little hungry.

It wasn't even noon yet when the ward door was gently pushed open, and Liu Lanfang walked in carrying fruit. She was wearing a light purple cheongsam with silver trim, which made her fair skin stand out. "Gui'er, I heard from your teacher that you took sick leave, so I quickly went to ask Mr. Wu which hospital you were in and came to see you."

She placed the fruit on the bedside table, her gaze sweeping around the ward before finally settling on Gui'er's pale face. "What kind of sudden illness did she have? You were perfectly fine at school yesterday, how did you suddenly end up in the hospital?"

Gui'er leaned against the headboard, covered with a thin blanket, her voice still a little weak: "It's my old problem, my stomach isn't feeling well, thank you for your concern."

"Stomach upset?" Liu Lanfang pulled over a chair and sat down, her tone inquisitive. "Is something bothering you? Tell me, maybe I can help." She reached out to touch Gui'er's hand, but Gui'er subtly avoided it.

Just then, Wu Mingqiang pushed the door open and came in, carrying a food box. When he saw Liu Lanfang, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he quickly recovered and asked, "How are you feeling today, Miss? The doctor said you can drink some porridge now."