The younger brother will act like a baby, but the older sister's soul is floating

Chapter 24 Han Yu and Shen Jingzhi Have a Car Accident

Wrinkle Jiaran has benefited a lot from studying abroad for three days.

Seeing the difference between other teachers' lectures and her own lectures, she was suddenly enlightened after being lightly dialed by the teacher.

At 05:30 on Monday afternoon, Zui Jiaran boarded the plane back to Jinzhou with full of knowledge and love, and was very happy along the way.

During the break, she hung out with several other teachers, bought local specialties, and prepared a separate one for Han Yu.

The plane landed in Jinzhou at 25:[-] p.m., and Qiao Jiaran sent a message to Han Yu in advance, and when she got out of the airport, she saw Han Yu who came to pick him up.

He was wearing a long black coat, holding a large bouquet of pink tulips in his hands, coupled with that platinum-blonde hair, he was the most eye-catching sight in the entire hall.

"Sister, this way." Han Yu beckoned to Zou Jiaran, and ran over happily.

"Did you just arrive?" Wrinkle Jiaran asked, and handed the bag to Han Yu skillfully.

"Ah."

It's just arrived, it's clear that he's being notified, and Zheng Jiaran just got on the plane and before it took off, he came over.

Can't wait to meet people.

"Sister, flowers for you."

"Thank you." Wrinkle Jiaran hugged her into her arms and sniffed, "It smells so good."

When she looked up, she caught a glimpse of the splint on Han Yu's left arm, and immediately narrowed her eyes.

I just blocked it with flowers.

"What about the arm?"

"..." Han Yu didn't speak, and lowered his head.

"Han Yu, talk." Wrinkle Jiaran's voice was a bit colder than before.

"Sister, something happened the night you left." Han Yu looked at Zhou Jiaran, and said softly, "Shen Jingzhi had a car accident."

After hearing the words, Zhan Jiaran shook her hands, and the flowers in her bosom fell to the ground. Her face gradually changed color, her eyebrows were knit together, her eyes burst out with sharp lights like knives, and she scolded loudly: "Why are you telling me now! Which hospital is he in!"

"No.1 civilian hospital." Han Yu followed Qiao Jiaran to the exit: "The driver is at the door, let's go there together."

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Jinzhou No.1 People's Hospital.

Last week, a residential unit near Wujin University caught fire. Four residents trapped inside had severe burns. An elderly man in his 90s and a boy who was born less than four months ago died on the spot. The rest were Some minor injuries.

This matter was also on the news, and there was a lot of noise.

Part of the reason is that the hospital's rescue was not timely. There were reporters and rioting residents blocking the main gate, and they wanted a reasonable explanation.

That is to say, the punishment that should be punished, and the compensation that should be paid.

In the car, Han Yu told Qiao Jiaran about this, and asked the driver to open the side door.

"Alas!" Tears rolled wildly in the eyes, and Zhan Jiaran bit her lower lip tightly, her nose was sore and uncomfortable: "A four-month-old child..."

"Sister, don't be sad." Han Yu's tone was as calm as he was, giving off a cold-blooded feeling: "No one can change this, and no one wants it to happen. It's all made up."

Wrinkle Jiaran nodded, "Well, how is your arm? Does it hurt? Wearing a splint is hard!"

"I'm fine." Han Yu smiled lightly, "I just got dislocated, and I need to wear a splint for four months. It hurt when I first hit it, but now it doesn't hurt if I don't touch it."

"Then pay attention, don't get hurt again." Wrinkle Jiaran reminded with concern.

Han Yu nodded, his expression became sad: "I know, alas, it's Shen Jingzhi... still in the intensive care unit."

"What the hell is going on with this!"

Just then, the car stopped at the side door.

The driver, Lao Zhang, looked back at Han Yu, Han Yu nodded, and Lao Zhang got out of the car.

And Zou Jiaran eagerly opened the door, but she couldn't open it no matter what, she was instantly annoyed.

"What's the matter with Han Yu, you open the door for me!" Her voice was cold, her brows were tightly frowned.

"At the moment, Shen Jingzhi is under intensive observation, and she can't come out for the time being. Her family members are guarding over there and won't let anyone see her. Her sister will only be scolded if she goes." Han Yu said unhurriedly: "I let Lao Zhang I'm going to buy food, my sister has some food, and I'll take you there when they shift to his cousin and sister-in-law."

Han Yu's plan went smoothly, as if he did it often.

Wrinkle Jiaran thought: Yes, the two of them are friends, and they also got into a car accident together. They should be cared for and looked after. He is a good boy.

After listening to Han Yu's logical explanation, Qiao Jiaran slowly relaxed.

It's useless for her to be so dry and anxious. It can't solve the root problem at all. The main thing is to find out who hit them.

It's just that this person is too hateful!
What kind of deep hatred is there, and he will not hesitate to kill a life.

Wrinkle Jiaran's eyes released murderous anger, and her gentle voice became cold and full of violence: "The person who bumped into you must be tortured and blamed himself."

My dear sister, your kindness to others has caused me to suffer thousands of times and billions of times.

"Yeah." Han Yu nodded heavily: "Let him be locked up and beaten by my sister! Let him beg my sister to forgive him!"

"Without me, the police will—"

"Sister, look quickly, Shen Jingzhi's parents have come out."

Han Yu's words interrupted Zhe Jiaran's unfinished sentence.

Wrinkle Jiaran took advantage of the situation and looked over, mist once again formed in his eyes.

And Han Yu was looking at Jiaran, with a treacherous and lucky smile in his eyes.

Just use my sister to make the bad guys cry, he won't blame my sister.

"Let's go, let's go in." Han Yu said, and opened the car door: "Sister, get out from here."

Zou Jiaran followed Han Yu into the elevator, and finally stopped on the sixth floor.

After getting out of the elevator and coming to the door of the intensive care unit, looking inside through the large and bright windows, the emotions that Zheng Jiaran had put together were aroused again.

She covered her mouth and wept silently.

Shen Jingzhi was lying on the cold and ruthless bed, his body was filled with various tubes, and various testing instruments were placed on the head of the bed, and the sound of his short and long breathing came from the oxygen mask.

Han Yu looked sideways at Zou Jiaran, feeling a little uncomfortable and angry at the same time.

Her tears can only flow for him!

If it was me lying in it, how would my sister feel?
Suddenly, a deep voice broke Han Yu's blind imagination.

The cousin pulled Han Yu into the corner and said, "Han Yu, take your teacher back, she is in a very strange mood, don't let anything happen, I will let you know first if there is anything going on here."

"Yeah, thank you cousin."

"It's okay." The cousin's eyes were red: "You were injured because you saved our little one. We... my aunt and the others are more Buddhist. Don't care if you blame this on you. Just forget it after hearing it. I'm just worried that my son is overdoing it."

"Well, cousin I know, I won't be angry with my uncle and aunt."

"You are a good boy."

(End of this chapter)