Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart

79: Chapter 78 – Zhou Fenyang’s Final Defiance 79: Chapter 78 – Zhou Fenyang’s Final Defiance The treatment room fell into an eerie silence, Zhou Fenyang waited for Lin Nianhe’s response, even pausing her actions.

Lin Nianhe’s eyes darted around, and she lifted her chin: “Yes, I can do it too.

It’s just treating illness, what’s so difficult about that?”

She put her hands in her pockets, looking utterly haughty.

Zhou Fenyang snickered coldly: “Oh really?

Then why don’t you do it?”

Treating illness?

She made it sound so easy.

If she knew how to treat people, would she have come to the hospital last time just for a common cold?

Lin Nianhe obviously felt a bit guilty: “We’ve already paid, why should I do it?”

Zhou Fenyang rolled her eyes at her, dismissing her behavior as mere boasting.

She didn’t waste any more time, turned her head away from Lin Nianhe, and focused on bandaging Miao Hongqi’s wounds.

She turned her head so quickly that she missed the fleeting smile in Lin Nianhe’s eyes.

Lin Nianhe’s eyes held a smile.

Well, that went smoothly enough.

Miao Hongqi was somewhat lucky; the patchy scars didn’t cause internal bleeding, nor did the wounds on her head, they were all superficial.

Although painful, it wasn’t life-threatening.

Changing the bandages was very painful, and even though Zhou Fenyang was deliberately gentle, Miao Hongqi still sweated profusely from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and endured, not making a sound, sweating cold sweat but shedding no tears.

She would never shed tears for those people again; from now on, she would rely solely on herself, she would never be weak again…

“Silly girl, if it hurts just shout it out, why endure it?”

Wen Lan suddenly bent down and stared directly into Miao Hongqi’s reddened eyes.

Wen Lan didn’t understand why Miao Hongqi felt she had to endure this way.

It hurts, just scream, it’ll feel a lot better.

Miao Hongqi looked at Wen Lan, and after three seconds, whether from pain or some other reason, she passed out from lack of breath.

Lin Nianhe: “Sister Lan, you made her faint.”

Wen Lan: “Eh?

How can she be so fragile?”

Zhou Fenyang’s hand trembled slightly, almost poking Miao Hongqi with the tweezers.

Are they really friends?

Even her annoying little brother isn’t as infuriating as these two.

From a doctor’s perspective, Zhou Fenyang made the best decision for her patient—

Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan stood in the corridor, staring at the closed door, speechless.

Lin Nianhe tugged at Wen Lan’s clothing: “If she didn’t bandage Tiechui properly and something happens, let’s post a big-character poster at the entrance of the clinic and hang a banner, how about that?”

Wen Lan thought about the scene and asked, “Would that get them to treat Sanshui properly?”

Lin Nianhe: “No, but it might get us some compensation.”

Wen Lan: “Oh, then we can give it a try.”

The thin wooden door was not soundproof, Zhou Fenyang clenched her teeth, almost wanting to go out and slash Lin Nianhe with a knife.

A nurse quietly reminded her: “Doctor Zhou, you better do a good job.

If they really make a scene, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Zhou Fenyang: “…” Thank you, no need to remind me again.

Fortunately, the two outside didn’t say anything more, and Miao Hongqi also woke up not long after, and Zhou Fenyang’s bandaging went relatively smoothly.

“You’re recovering well, but you’re in poor condition.

Eat more nutritious food,” Zhou Fenyang said coldly.

“Thank you.”

Miao Hongqi’s face was pale as she dressed with the nurse’s help.

Zhou Fenyang snorted lightly, opened the door, and glared at Lin Nianhe, silent.

Lin Nianhe: “Do you prefer a red or white background for the big-character poster?”

Zhou Fenyang’s indifferent face stiffened and then cracked.

She gnashed her teeth and glared at Lin Nianhe as if she was the big-character poster.

She clenched her fists and growled, “I dressed her wounds well!

The nurses saw it!”

Lin Nianhe stood with her hands behind her back, unmoved: “Seeing is not always believing, let alone second-hand information…

Hmm, I have to keep a close eye on Tiechui, and if anything happens, you’ll be the first one I come for.”

Zhou Fenyang: “…”

Lin Nianhe’s voice was not deliberately lowered when she spoke, as if she wanted everyone to know she was in conflict with Zhou Fenyang.

She did it on purpose.

In a situation where coexistence was impossible, glossing over only shackled herself, it was better to tear it thoroughly and let others know—

If my friends or I am harmed, it must be your doing.

Lin Nianhe’s reverse approach baffled Zhou Fenyang.

She couldn’t understand, had the girl gone mad?

Her friend’s safety was still in her hands, yet she dared to challenge her so boldly?

Shouldn’t she have apologized for the previous incidents, begged for forgiveness, and then desperately sent Su Yuncheng to tempt her with his charm or something…

But she didn’t, none of that.

She was like an icicle in winter, hard and straight, harmless if still, deadly if it falls.

Zhou Fenyang’s lips trembled, staring at Lin Nianhe, unable to utter a word.

She felt like she was about to pass out from anger.

Lin Nianhe slowly looked down, smiling in her eyes: “So you better take good care of my friend, don’t give me any reason to catch you.”

“I can hit people, quite viciously.”

Zhou Fenyang: “…”

This blatant threat was utterly detestable.

Zhou Fenyang didn’t want to talk to her any longer, leaving behind a disdainful scoff as her final defiance.

Lin Nianhe casually withdrew her gaze and went with Wen Lan to pick up Miao Hongqi.

Miao Hongqi’s legs went weak from pain, and upon seeing this, Wen Lan simply bent down and carried her on his back.

Miao Hongqi, stunned, lay on Wen Lan’s back and whispered, “I…

I can walk on my own.”

Wen Lan, striding swiftly without looking back, said, “You wish, if you fall again and the wound splits, you’ll have to settle down in the clinic for good.”

While talking, Wen Lan spared a glance at Lin Nianhe and added, “It’s fine if you fall on me, but if you fall on Hezi, she might just have to stay next to you.”

Lin Nianhe kept walking with her hands behind her, pretending not to hear.

After two consecutive illnesses, Wen Lan had treated her like someone who could be knocked over by just a gust of wind.

Lin Nianhe didn’t argue with Wen Lan, because of their friendship.

With Sister Lan around, the journey back to the ward was much easier for Miao Hongqi.

After she settled back into bed, Lin Nianhe asked, “I’m going to buy some food, what would you like?”

Miao Hongqi quickly said, “Don’t get anything for me, I just had an egg, I’m not hungry.”

Lin Nianhe ignored her comment and turned to Wen Lan: “Sister Lan, do you want buns or rice?”

Wen Lan licked her lips and patted her purse: “I brought some dry food, you go ahead and buy for yourself.”

Lin Nianhe took her lunch box casually: “Alright, I’ll go heat it up for you on my way.”

With that, she left.

Lin Nianhe kind of craved the braised pork from the State-Owned Restaurant; the master chef’s skill was impeccable, and she missed it after a few days without.

She unconsciously quickened her steps, with visions of delicious braised pork floating before her eyes.

Until that face, ingrained in her heart, appeared and pushed the vision of braised pork away.

Lin Nianhe paused her steps momentarily, then sped up even more.

“Brother Yuncheng, what brings you here?”