The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 591: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (13)

Faced with Su Xiangran's request, Zhou Jing certainly wanted it more than anything, not only because Su Yanqing was the target of his mission, but also because he could stay with Su Xiangran with a clear conscience.

This is something he has dreamed of for many years. In his dreams at midnight, those beautiful scenes from the past always keep appearing before his eyes. Now that his dream has come true, Zhou Jing wishes time would stop at this moment.

However, when Cao Shixun heard Su Xiangran's employment request, his face immediately turned gloomy: "Xiao Ran, this is our private room, how can you let a stranger in casually?"

“That’s funny, my brother is unwell and has difficulty moving, so he needs someone to take care of him.

And you said before that even if we are siblings, we should pay attention to the difference between men and women. "Su Xiangran raised her eyebrows and refuted without showing any weakness, "Then may I ask, are you capable of doing this job of taking care of people?"

Cao Shixun was so choked that he was speechless. After all, it was really hard for him to accept the fact that he had to take care of Su Yanqing's excrement and urine.

"Besides, the people in the private room next door can also do this job!" Cao Shixun couldn't help but mutter again to express his objection.

But Su Xiangran completely ignored his thoughts. She began to explain to Zhou Jing the details of taking care of Su Yanqing and even taught Zhou Jing some actions step by step.

Seeing the two people so close, Cao Shixun wanted to speak out to separate them several times, but before he could say anything, he saw Su Xiangran's warning look and could only sulk inwardly.

Unable to bear the sight, he simply turned his head inwards, not looking at the two people, but his hands and feet still moved, indicating that he was not asleep.

At this moment, Su Xiangran suddenly held her breath, then covered Zhou Jing's mouth and nose with her hands, and threw a handkerchief towards Cao Shixun's face in the other's surprised gaze.

Because the silk handkerchief was initially squeezed into a ball, there was no resistance when it was thrown upward from the bottom. When it fell, the handkerchief had already unfolded.

It just covered Cao Shixun's mouth and nose exactly. As he closed his eyes and rested, he felt something gently falling on his face.

After opening his eyes, he saw the handkerchief covering his face, and a faint fragrance entered Cao Shixun's mouth and nose.

Of course he recognized that this was his cousin Su Xiangran's handkerchief. Joy surged in his heart, and Cao Shixun couldn't help but get excited. He couldn't help but put the handkerchief to his nose and smell it again and again.

But when he wanted to sit up and ask about Su Xiangran's situation, Cao Shixun suddenly felt a little dazed, and then he was hit by waves of sleepiness.

In a short while, he fell into a deep sleep and even snored.

To be on the safe side, Su Xiangran took out two porcelain bottles from the small bag at hand, took a pill herself first, and then handed one to Zhou Jing.

"Close the door!" Su Xiangran said to Zhou Jing, "Drop a little of the liquid in this into his mouth and let him sleep a little longer. We can have a chat then."

Zhou Jing was secretly delighted. He immediately followed Su Xiangran's instructions and tried to crawl to Cao Shixun's head from the side to drip medicine on him.

However, he overestimated his ability to move. Due to his inconvenient legs and feet, Zhou Jing tried twice but failed to climb up from the side.

It was at this time that Su Xiangran realized that the other party's lame leg was not fake, but he was really disabled.

Her eyes became moist, and she took the porcelain bottle, moved it up from the side with swift movements, and fed the medicine to Cao Shixun.

It was just that he should have only taken one drop, but because he felt like venting his anger, Su Xiangran forced herself to drink half a bottle.

"How long will he last?" Zhou Jing asked uncertainly.

"Originally, if it was one drop, he could sleep for about three hours, but now he can sleep for three days." Su Xiangran said with gritted teeth, "If it wasn't the wrong timing, I would have made sure he wouldn't wake up."

Song Chengjing, who used the alias Zhou Jing, looked at Su Xiangran, whose eyes were full of hatred, and said with some heartache: "It's not worth getting your hands dirty for such a person."

"Killing such a person is to eliminate harm for the country." Su Xiangran put the porcelain bottle into her bag. "Brother Jing, tell me! Why are you here?"

Song Chengjing told Su Xiangran about his mission, but soon found that the other party's eyes were a little dim. He said at a loss: "Xiao Ran, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"So you didn't come to see me on purpose, but just to complete the mission, right?" Su Xiangran said faintly, "After not seeing each other for so many years, don't you miss me?"

"No, no." Song Chengjing waved his hands repeatedly, "I have heard about you from the organization. I know that you are already an excellent doctor, and I also know that it was you who saved the No. 3 leader before.

It's just that my current identity is not suitable for returning to Hai City, so I haven't been to see you, but I asked someone to tell you that I am not dead."