Alright, this was her fault. She had no way to refute it. Song Yueying stopped speaking and continued eating her orange.
The ward once again fell into silence.
He had originally thought she would again say he had remembered wrongly, but she didn’t. A trace of surprise flashed through Zhao Jianzhu’s mind.
“You gave Will the medicine… was it the white pill you took out earlier?” he asked.
“No,” Song Yueying replied.
“What was the white pill you took out earlier used for?” Zhao Jianzhu’s gaze landed on Song Yueying’s forehead, and questions kept surfacing in his mind one after another.
Was the wound on her forehead healed so quickly because she took that white pill?
Were his injuries also spared because he had taken her white pill?
If that was the case, then her white pill…
Zhao Jianzhu did not dare continue thinking.
His initiative in asking about the white pill made Song Yueying immediately wary. Even the orange in her hand suddenly didn’t seem as appealing anymore. She guardedly asked, “You didn’t take the white pill, so why are you asking?”
Noticing her caution, Zhao Jianzhu suppressed his doubts and replied calmly, “Nothing. Just curious.”
Song Yueying didn’t believe it was “just curiosity,” but his expression didn’t seem like he was lying. Her guard relaxed slightly.
“It’s for stopping bleeding and relieving pain,” she said.
“So the one you gave me before was the white pill?” Zhao Jianzhu was very clear about how serious his injuries were. At the time, he had already prepared himself for death.
He didn’t expect…
When he opened his eyes and heard the nurse calling for a doctor, he had even thought he was hallucinating. And when he felt that his injuries were not as painful as before, he had thought…
He could now be absolutely certain that the reason his injuries no longer felt as painful as before was because of Song Yueying’s medicine.
“No,” she shook her head.
Not that either. Zhao Jianzhu frowned. Did she have other kinds of medicine as well? The thought had barely surfaced when he silently cursed himself for being foolish.
If Song Yueying could produce white pills, she could obviously produce other kinds of pills too.
He was about to ask what exactly she had given him when she cut him off.
“It’s a proprietary formula and not shared publicly,” Song Yueying said. She already knew what he was going to ask, but she would not tell him it was an antidote pill, otherwise she would have to explain why he had been poisoned in the first place.
She had only just arrived in this world and was still unfamiliar with everything. Naturally, she did not trust anyone. The reason she revealed her pills and her knowledge of German was simply to make it easier to earn money in the future.
Gas-based weapons were her trump card. Unless absolutely necessary, she would not reveal them.
That single sentence—”proprietary formula, not shared publicly”, instantly blocked Zhao Jianzhu’s words. No matter how many doubts he had, he understood she would not answer them.
As for what he was thinking, Song Yueying did not care. She glanced out the window. “It’s getting late outside. I should go home.”
Since she said she was going home, Zhao Jianzhu knew he couldn’t stop her, especially with her acting as if she didn’t even know him.
Thinking of the distance between her production brigade and the county town, he said, “Are you sure you can make it back to the brigade before dark?”
“Of course I can,” she nodded firmly. “Take care of your injuries and recover quickly. Do you need me to notify your family to come and look after you?”
She asked this simply because everyone lived in the same brigade, so passing along a message wasn’t any trouble.
Zhao Jianzhu looked at her deeply but said nothing.
A bad premonition rose in Song Yueying’s heart. She somewhat regretted asking that extra question.
He left with a simple “take care,” then turned and walked toward the ward door.
Watching that figure leave without hesitation or a single backward glance, Zhao Jianzhu felt the same thought rise in his mind again, and this time, he became certain of it.
Song Yueying truly did not remember him, nor did she remember their relationship.
Time passed second by second, and the sky outside gradually darkened.
Doctor Zhao pushed open the ward door and walked in. He saw Zhao Jianzhu leaning against the headboard, head turned to the side, staring out the window as if lost in thought.
Unable to hold back his frustration, Doctor Zhao’s face darkened. “Zhao Jianzhu, you can disregard your own body if you want, but don’t waste national resources.”
Medication was also a national resource.
Turning to look at him and ignoring his stern expression, Zhao Jianzhu asked, “You’re here. Has Will woken up? How is his condition?”
After Song Yueying left, he had felt that sitting up might help him think, so he had gotten up. But the result was the same, whether lying down or sitting up, the things he couldn’t understand still made no sense.
The only difference was that lying down made him sleepy, while sitting up did not.
“He’s awake. His condition is stable,” Doctor Zhao replied. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly. “Don’t tell me you sat up just to wait and ask about Will’s condition?”
Zhao Jianzhu neither confirmed nor denied it.
Knowing him well, Doctor Zhao understood that he was right, and his anger flared up again. “Tell me, did this injury also damage your brain?”
“With injuries that serious, you’re not lying down resting properly, but sitting here waiting to ask about Will’s condition. Will isn’t even part of your mission, why do you care?”
Zhao Jianzhu felt speechless. He wasn’t waiting to ask about Will’s condition out of concern for Will himself, but because of the pill Will had taken.
Because of the unusual changes in his own body and the way Song Yueying had spoken so vaguely, he felt her pills were not ordinary.
He wanted confirmation, and he also wanted…
“And Song Yueying as well, she just let you do whatever you wanted. How exactly is she taking care of a patient?” Doctor Zhao suddenly said, then realized only at that moment that Song Yueying was no longer in the ward. “Where is Song Yueying?”
“She left,” Zhao Jianzhu replied briefly.
“How could you let her leave?” Doctor Zhao immediately felt something was wrong. “Wasn’t it agreed earlier that she would stay here to take care of you?”
“That was what you said, not what she said,” Zhao Jianzhu replied, again thinking of what Song Yueying had said.
She had told him not to expect her to take care of him, and also that he shouldn’t try to use a life-saving favor to threaten her.
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Doctor Zhao’s face. He rubbed his nose and said sheepishly, “Well… she did say earlier that we were teaming up to scam her.”
Zhao Jianzhu didn’t want to listen to his rambling and went straight to the point. “After Will woke up, did he say anything about any unusual changes in his body?”
“Unusual changes…” Doctor Zhao repeated thoughtfully. After carefully recalling, he shook his head. “No. The first thing Will said when he woke up was to ask about Song Yueying.”
“He said she saved his life and also testified for him. He wanted to invite her to the state-run restaurant for a meal and properly thank her.”
“If Will didn’t say anything, then didn’t you arrange a check-up for him yourselves?” Zhao Jianzhu was irritated by Doctor Zhao’s verbosity.
“Of course we did,” Doctor Zhao rolled his eyes at him. “Director Luo and I personally performed a full-body examination on Will, otherwise how could it have taken this long?”
“Get to the results,” Zhao Jianzhu said, only wanting the conclusion.