Yang Jiabo originally planned to have a good rest the next day, but the plan changed quickly. Wei Jing came over early in the morning and asked his father's driver to drive the car over. He came to pick up Yang Jiabo for a check-up.
Yang Jiabo was pushed into the car bitterly. Although their small city was backward, the military hospital was a well-known tertiary hospital in the province. Both the environment and medical level were excellent, but the cost was a bit expensive.
"I'm really healed. It's just a minor skin injury. You made me feel like I was seriously ill." Yang Jiabo knew Wei Jing had good intentions, so he could only mutter helplessly.
"Just checking the wound. It's hot and the wound is prone to inflammation. What have you eaten in the past two days?"
"Well -" Yang Jiabo thought for a while, then started counting with his fingers. "Steamed dumpling, noodle rolls, fried noodles in soy bean sauce (炸酱面), glutinous rice balls." He tilted his head and looked at Wei Jing wondering why he asked these questions.
"No more?" Wei Jing frowned.
"That's all." Yang Jiabo was sure that these were his favorite hospital meals in his previous life.
Wei Jing: "Didn't your family get you something to replenish your blood?"
Yang Jiabo: "No, my dad is a rough guy, how could he do these things? Besides, there is no need."
Yang Jiabo didn't mention Li Guizhen, so Wei Jing had some guesses in his mind. "That won't work. You need to eat more eggs, fresh vegetables, fruits... and try to touch as little water as possible these days. Don't be naughty. Take a good rest. If you have a fever or the wound is red and swollen, go to the hospital quickly..."
Wei Jing rambled, and Yang Jiabo listened obediently with a silly smile on his face. After Wei Jing finished speaking, Yang Jiabo smiled and said, "Brother, you sound like an old man with your nagging."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Remember what I just said." This little guy really has no conscience.
Luckily yesterday he asked many aunts for advice, he reached out his hand unhappily and was about to hit Yang Jiabo on the head, but thinking that he was a patient, by the time his hand touched Yang Jiabo's forehead, it had almost no strength left.
"I know, thank you, brother." Yang Jiabo felt very happy. He didn't save this person in vain, he always thought about him. Although Wei Jing was not very old, he was very mature and steady. When with him, Yang Jiabo was more like a child than him. Perhaps it was because he was reborn as a child, Yang Jiabo became more and more like a child.
When they arrived at the hospital, Wei Jing held Yang Jiabo's hand and went straight to find Song Yufang. Yang Jiabo was pulled away instinctively. He only felt that Wei Jing's hands were soft and warm, and he actually felt very safe.
Seeing Song Yufang, Yang Jiabo felt embarrassed for always bothering them. In Song Yufang's eyes, Yang Jiabo was well-behaved, obedient and smart. She liked him very much, so she didn't have any dissatisfaction at all.
She took the two children to the medical doctor and examined Yang Jiabo's wounds. Children had strong resilience and their wounds could heal well, but the suturing technique was not very good and the scars would be obvious in the future. Yang Jiabo didn't care about this, it wasn't on his face.
In the next few days, Wei Jing would visit Yang's house every day and bring some fruits or scar removal ointment to Yang Jiabo. The Yang family's love for him had reached another level, and they all felt that it was a blessing that Yang Jiabo had cultivated for eight lifetimes to have a friend like him.
In a blink of an eye, school was about to start, and Li Guizhen was back. In this backward small town, divorce was still a rare thing. The parents of both parties firmly disagreed with the divorce, and in the end the matter was left unresolved.
Yang Jiabo had known that this would happen, so he couldn't say whether he was happy or unhappy. Since the marriage couldn't be divorced, Li Guizhen would definitely come back. What Yang Jiabo cared about was that there was no extra room in his house, he lived in the same room with his parents. He was not a real child and really didn't want to share a room with his parents, so he could only pester his father to find a solution.
Yang Jianjun felt guilty and thought Jia Jia was not suitable to live with them, so he agreed. Despite Grandma Yang's objection, he bought bricks and tiles and built a small room in the corner of the yard.
In the room, which was less than 10 square meters, there were only a small wooden bed 1.2 meters, a writing desk and a small single-door wardrobe, there was no room for anything else. Yang Jiabo was very satisfied to have his own little nest. In his previous life, he had always lived with his parents, and it was not until the second semester of junior high school that he had his own room, which was considered a historic improvement.
The days went on like that. When Li Guizhen first came back, her attitude towards Yang Jiabo improved a lot, but within two days her attitude towards Yang Jiabo turned back to the way before. Yang Jiabo couldn't do anything about it, after all, she was his mother.
Yang Jiabo could only tell himself that his mother just graduated from elementary school and didn't even know whether the earth was flat or round. She didn't understand anything and couldn't be forced.
School started in a blink of an eye, and Yang Jiabo was also a second grade student. When Wei Feng saw him, he rushed forward excitedly. He only came back the day before school started. Because he was not as smart as Wei Jing, he had to stay behind to make up for the missed lessons.
Wei Feng cried and told his friends how miserable he was. This holiday was full of misery, there was also a smart elder brother as a comparison, his life was so unbearable. Yang Jiabo listened to his complaints and found that Wei Feng was like a wronged puppy, and he couldn't help but want to touch his head.
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