"Go to the emergency room, what else can we do." Jiang Nian shook his car keys, "Put more clothes on her, I’ll wait for you in the living room." Saying this, he was about to leave when Xu Qianqian stopped him. She said unhappily, "What time is it, and you’re still avoiding suspicion? I can’t dress her alone, help me out here." With a flurry of activity, the two finally got Song Xiyun dressed in a sweater. Xu Qianqian also stuck a few warm pads on her clothes, draped a down jacket over her, and then helped her out. Song Xiyun was awkward the whole time; her weakness was real. Although not to the point of losing consciousness, she could only silently cooperate throughout. She was maneuvered around like a puppet by the two, then supported out to the living room. Finally, she couldn’t stay silent any longer. "Um...can we not do injections? I’ll just take some medicine...it’ll be fine after some sleep." Xu Qianqian shook her head, "Better go to the emergency room, it’s not that far." "Does sleep have healing powers?" Jiang Nian touched his chin, hesitated, "So the question is, who to sleep with..." Before he could finish, Xu Qianqian punched him. "What time is it, and you still can’t be serious." Jiang Nian chuckled, and the three of them tiptoed downstairs. They found a small hospital and registered for the emergency room, where only one doctor was on duty. Usually, he deals with common ailments like headaches and colds, and for more complicated issues, he suggests taking a few more steps to the county’s People’s Hospital for emergency care. The doctor examined Song Xiyun, prescribed her two bottles of medicine for an IV drip, and in the end, they used Xu Qianqian’s medical insurance card. In small community hospitals, this is possible. When they ask if you’re so-and-so’s daughter, they just take your medical insurance card. If Song Xiyun hadn’t brought her ID and insurance card, the process at the county hospital would have cost several hundred out of pocket. During the IV drip, Song Xiyun was so scared that her eyes almost welded shut, which amused Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian watching her. "Open your eyes and look, the needle’s in the vein." Jiang Nian said, "If you don’t believe me, ask Xu Qianqian." "I didn’t dare look." Xu Qianqian also looked away. Song Xiyun was instantly terrified to the brink of tears, feeling helpless as she waved her other hand, but the hand with the needle stayed still. "Stop talking! Just stop!" Jiang Nian laughed and went to lay on the bed by the door, playing on his phone. The thick curtain at the door was drawn down, keeping out the wind. The two girls chatted while he played two games. Not long after, the doctor came to change the IV bottle. While waiting for the game to load, Jiang Nian glanced at Song Xiyun staring at the drip bottle, and couldn’t help but be entranced. Someone as afraid of needles as Xiao Song might not know she’d potentially be dealing with hospitals for the next two decades or more. He looked away and continued to play the game. When the IVs were finished and the three left the community hospital, it was already 3:30 in the wee hours. Jiang Nian rode back with the two girls through the cold wind briefly, then after staying at the opposite door for a dozen minutes, went home. The sudden late-night interlude left him without the mind to think. After washing up again, he almost fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. Yawning, Jiang Nian got up and washed in front of the mirror. Simultaneously, he unlocked his phone to check messages and saw a message from Xu Qianqian sent earlier in the morning about Song Xiyun’s fever subsiding after the injection. Under usual circumstances, this kind of message might just be glanced over since catching a cold or fever in winter is common. He had reasons to suspect that an IV drip only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. If she were to have a fever again or continue to delay treatment, the hidden risk might be just buried. "Seems like a check-up is still necessary." he murmured to himself. This matter not only concerned his task reward [winning] but also decided Song Xiyun’s future fate. For a sickly child, there isn’t much of a future. Perhaps at best, one could live healthily with all their might. Jiang Nian sighed as he stepped out, sending Xu Qianqian a WeChat message as a reminder. "Today is the day the scores are released." Suddenly, Xu Qianqian’s typing indication disappeared. Jiang Nian was already heading downstairs with a backpack to go to school, yet still hadn’t received a reply from Xu Qianqian. The other seemed intent on playing dead. "There’s no use hiding, psssllp psssllp." Not long after, Xu Qianqian finally replied. No matter what Xu Qianqian said, Jiang Nian only replied with an animated "psssllp psssllp" emoji, frustrating Xu Qianqian to no end. In the early morning, Zhennan Street was sparsely populated, shrouded in thick fog. Satisfied after being insulted, Jiang Nian casually slipped his phone into his pocket and bought a braised meat wrap as he headed toward the school gate. He had just bitten into the wrap when his gaze shifted. Unluckily, he made eye contact with the bao bun shop owner next door. At that moment, Jiang Nian visibly blushed. It just happened out of the blue, in such an awkward manner. The owner’s eyes appeared desolate, as if he wanted to smoke. But he couldn’t, as holding the cigarette meant abandoning the buns. "Having a braised meat wrap, huh?" Jiang Nian cycled through five different poses holding the wrap in a second, as if a breakup song was playing automatically in his mind~ Zhennan’s Jerry hurriedly left, deciding to change stores tomorrow. As long as he switched fast, there’d only be love, not sadness. Darn it, even God should have the privilege to change stores, right? What a deadly gentleness I possess. After entering the Grade 12 building, Jiang Nian habitually glanced at the Class 4 classroom door, witnessing a shocking scene. Zhou Haifei was playing pitch-pot at the back of the class with extraordinary seriousness. Swish, arrows landed in pots. Jiang Nian felt slightly surprised and quietly left after watching for a while. Entering Class 3’s classroom. As usual, he filled his water and sat down. At the moment he took out his book in the empty classroom, his mood suddenly became gleeful. He faintly anticipated that class ranking sheet. "Morning." Yao Beibei, uncharacteristically early, yawned as she entered through the front door, "Pigeons, can I borrow your Water Card?" Jiang Nian handed over the Water Card, looking thoroughly disinterested. "Why don’t you use yours?" Yao Beibei took the Water Card and was about to leave when she froze in surprise. "Isn’t this Li Hua’s?" "Yeah, I don’t use mine either." Jiang Nian said matter-of-factly, "Why not use it if we have Li Hua’s?" "True." Yao Beibei left with the Water Card in hand. After half an hour, the classroom gradually filled up. Li Hua returned, having slept at home and come back fully recharged, having forgotten three days’ overdue work by half. Jiang Nian stared at him for a while, feeling astonished. "Hua, how much is your total score?" "Chi Shi!" Li Hua sneered, "Such taunts won’t irk me; better give up early." Suddenly, Huang Fang in the row ahead turned around, looking shy. "Leader, did you really get a 608?" Li Hua felt his heart shatter. During early self-study. Zhou Yuting looked up at the dim whiteboard on the podium, slightly lost in thought, with no mind to recite ancient poems. She was a bit annoyed because someone had asked for her help. Despite the relationship being that way, Jiang Nian still sought her out, leaving her somewhat apprehensive. She turned her attention to where Jiang Nian sat, stealing a glance, and saw the sunny girl. Zhang Ningzhi almost fulfilled the boys’ fantasies of a sweet and sour Spring girl. Even though Zhou Yuting was a girl, she was still drawn to Zhang Ningzhi’s "revival of all things, the delay of Spring" energy. But such a girl was around Jiang Nian. Zhou Yuting’s gaze shifted, pausing on the class president with the stark profile illuminated by the golden morning light. It was like a scene from a youth movie playing vividly before her. She withdrew her gaze and sighed, realizing Jiang Nian seemingly had no reason for doing so. After two apprehensive classes, finally... she caught an opportunity before morning exercises. She approached Jiang Nian, handing him the remaining card. "Agreed, I’ll message you on QQ." "Okay." Jiang Nian glanced at the card but didn’t take it, "You keep it. You’d have to give it away to someone else anyway." In the hallway, the sunlight was luminous.