It was already ten minutes before 12 o'clock. Lin Jiaqiao thought Qin Guan was safe, so he focused his attention on Lin Dapeng, repeatedly reminding him of the dangers of fatigue driving.
At 11:56, there was a noise at the end of the corridor.
They all looked and saw a middle-aged man in a hospital gown rushing towards them like a madman, with several nurses chasing after him.
He shouted loudly: "Quacks, you are all quacks here, my hand should not be severed, my hand can be reattached!"
Seeing that he was about to attack the young nurse next to him, the senior brother refused to stand it.
He stood up and said seriously: "What's wrong with you? Don't you know your own situation?"
"Your hand was exposed to the cold air for too long. The finger was already necrotic when it was sent to me. I have tried my best."
"Even if a god came, he couldn't use your hand—"
The man's face was fierce, "You, you are the quack who ruined my hand!"
It was 11:59 on February 1st.
The next second, the man picked up a pair of hemostat and stabbed it hard into the brother's throat.
He suddenly attacked, catching no one off guard.
Qin Guan was closest to his senior brother, so he immediately stood in front of him.
The next second, the hemostat pierced Qin Guan's arm.
The space around him suddenly distorted.
Lin Jiaqiao saw Qin Guan's mother open her mouth and seem to be screaming. She saw Ms. Qiao knock the patient down. She saw Lin Dapeng handcuffing the man's arms behind his back and pressing him to the ground.
She saw Qin Guan’s senior brother holding Qin Guan and shouting something loudly, while Qin Guan looked at her with guilt on his face.
She wanted to hug Qin Guan and comfort him, but she froze in place, unable to do anything.
In the end, she only had time to see clearly that the patient had a big mole on his face.
He is Gu Yiming's neighbor.
The sky was gloomy. In the second half of the night, the snow that we had been waiting for all day finally fell, and the lead-gray cross-sea bridge soon turned white.
A black double-ring SUV sped across the white road, leaving an arrow-like trajectory.
Suddenly, the straight line turned into a strange arc, and the next second, the car hit the guardrail.
In the flames that shot up into the sky, the sirens of ambulances, women's cries, the sound of leather tearing and cries for help mixed together.
Lin Jiaqiao knew that he had to go back.
She did not run forward desperately like before, but stopped where she was and looked around.
There were onlookers all around, and Officer Lu stood in front, not allowing them to get close or take pictures.
Chief Lu stood next to the overturned car and roared, asking how long it would take for the ambulance to arrive.
Lin Jiaqiao stood between the car and the crowd, looking at them numbly like an outsider.
It’s different from the previous dream.
Someone held her hand, and she looked up. It was Qin Guan.
His mouth opened and closed, and she couldn't hear the sound of his words, but she knew that he was saying, Zhiji, don't cry.
She pulled up his arm, which had a long scratch on it.
This is his original scar.
Suddenly, Qin Guan broke free from her hand, stretched out his arms and pointed forward, his face full of surprise.
Lin Jiaqiao looked in the direction he pointed. It turned out that the car was leaking oil, dripping, and soon the oil accumulated into a puddle on the ground.
The car door opened at this time, and someone stumbled out.
Director Lu seemed to know him and stepped forward to help him.
The man started talking again, but it was too noisy and she still couldn't hear clearly.
Lin Jiaqiao woke up from his dream and found himself on the way to the cemetery.
It snowed all day yesterday. Outside the car window, the green shelterbelt spread out in the endless white, connecting with the blue sea in the distance. On the other side was a gray hill, where the city's cemetery was located.
She took out her cell phone and today was still February 2, 2021.
Lin Dapeng’s birthday is also the first anniversary of his death.
Mr. Hua still didn't call.
But Lin Jiaqiao no longer wanted to know the reason.
All she could think about was Qin Guan's injured hand and that dream.
Did it really happen, or is it just my imagination
Keren can only have one past, and she cannot explain those different scenes.
But if it is just conjecture, what does it mean
Noticing her strangeness, Qin Guan controlled the steering wheel with one hand and tried to pull down Lin Jiaqiao's hat to cover her eyes with the other hand.
Lin Jiaqiao held his hand. She rolled up his sleeves, and the scar on Qin Guan's arm became round.
Lin Jiaqiao asked tentatively: "What's the matter with this scar?"
Qin Guan was silent for a moment, then answered, "That medical troublemaker is Lao Gu's neighbor. He betrayed Xiao Xu's whereabouts and earned 8,000 yuan, but lost it the next time, and even lost his own hand. It's really retribution!"
He was indignant and looked down on such people. "It's a good thing you beat him up. It really made me feel better."
"What a relief! What did you do wrong? Why are you getting hurt?"
Lin Jiaqiao was about to cry, "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to protect your arms? I told you a hundred times, but you just wouldn't listen!"
Seeing that Lin Jiaqiao looked upset, Qin Guan said, "I'm sorry, Zhizhi. You got hurt protecting me, but I failed you."
"But if there is a next time, I will probably do the same thing again."
"Lao Lin taught us to be good people and to protect the weak."
Seeing that Lin Jiaqiao was still angry, he pointed at Lin Jiaqiao's arm and said cutely:
"Look, we have couple scars."
"Being married to the richest man, I hope you won't be wronged."
Lin Jiaqiao was both angry and amused, and punched him lightly: "You are the son of the richest man, you are so arrogant."
She rolled up her sleeves and saw a round scar on her arm.
She placed her injured arm next to Qin Guan's arm:
"It's okay that my arm is injured. It doesn't affect my typing. But how can you be a doctor if your hand is injured?"
She looked at him distressedly, "You've wanted to be a doctor since you were a child."
Qin Guan said: "Actually, it's not bad."
"I'm different from you. You decided to be a journalist when you grew up. As for me, since I was a child, everyone around me told me that I have a talent for medicine and that I must be a doctor when I grow up. That's why I want to be a doctor."
"Now that I think about it, maybe it's not that I want to be a doctor, but that being a doctor is the only path I have ever taken."
He rubbed Lin Jiaqiao's head and said, "Thank you for always caring about me."
"I actually like my life now. It feels really good to make money."
Lin Jiaqiao asked: "Drinking?"
Qin Guan said seriously, "Except drinking."
Lin Jiaqiao thought that it was Qin Guan's regret that he couldn't be a doctor. Since he was no longer bothered by this matter, she had nothing to worry about.
She asked about the main matter: "Guan Guan, do you still remember the scene when your father got into trouble?"
"Can you tell me about it? I was so sad at the time that I can't remember it clearly."
After hesitating for a moment, Qin Guan said, "You know, everyone was very busy during that period, and godfather worked overtime for several days in a row."
"It was his birthday that day, and Uncle Lu asked him to go home and rest. He came back and slept for a while. In the evening, the police station had something to do and asked him to go back, so he-"
That's how he got into trouble.
The same as Lin Jiaqiao’s memory.
Qin Guan said: "I'm sorry I wasn't with you at that time."
"I was working overtime, and when I got there—"
"It's okay, it's okay." Lin Jiaqiao answered casually, his mind a mess.
Was Qin Guan really not there at the time? Why did the handshake feel so real
Qin Guan added: "We didn't take your words seriously at the time."
"Those dreams of yours should be some kind of sign, but none of us took them seriously."
Something flashed through Lin Jiaqiao's mind, but it was too fast for her to catch it.
She thought, if the past has really changed, then how much has the changed past changed
She asked: "Do you remember, during the college entrance examination, we went to Yuzhang Academy to save Mingming?"
Qin Guan nodded, "Remember, that was when we first met Sister Xiao Xu."
"Speaking of which, Lao Lin is indeed a criminal policeman, he is really tight-lipped. If it weren't for that incident, he would probably never let us know that there is such a person as Sister Xiaoxu in the world."
Lin Jiaqiao nodded, this is not an assumption.
In the original timeline, Lin Dapeng never revealed any information about Xiaoxu until his death.
Lin Jiaqiao asked again: "Are my master and Jingjing preparing for the Tokyo Olympics?"
Qin Guan replied: "You called him just after you got in the car, and he asked you to say hello to Lao Lin on his behalf."
Lin Jiaqiao frowned: "Is Cui Zijing's eyes not very good?"
Qin Guan was very sorry, "Her eyes are already diseased, and it's useless to replace the cornea."
Lin Jiaqiao then asked, "Are you still in touch with Ying Zhiwan?"
Qin Guan replied: "We talked on the phone a few days ago, and he complained that Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't bring him back."
Lin Jiaqiao said: "How is he doing?"
Qin Guan said: "It's the same as before, no improvement."
"I heard that his father is trying IVF again, and he also suggested that he and Xiang Xiaoyuan have a baby at least."
This is new news.
Lin Jiaqiao asked: "Why did Ying Zhiwan's father suddenly think of this?"
Qin Guan said: "For the sake of the fetus's umbilical cord blood, after all, it is his own child, so the possibility of a match is the greatest."
"Also, if Ying Zhi died at night, at least he would have something to remember him by."
Lin Jiaqiao frowned.
She could understand Ying Zhiwan's father's thoughts, but she did not agree with them.
She asked, "What should I say at night?"
Qin Guan said: "I refused it at night."
"He asked the doctor that it would be difficult for Xiang Xiaoyuan to get pregnant in his current condition."
"He didn't want to make Xiang Xiaoyuan suffer for a slim hope, nor did he want to restrain Xiang Xiaoyuan with a child."
People's hearts are biased. Even if Ying Zhiwan was willing to die for Xiang Xiaoyuan, or live a hard life for her, Lin Jiaqiao still felt that he was not worthy of Xiang Xiaoyuan.
It was at this moment that she truly felt that Ying Zhiwan had not let Xiang Xiaoyuan down.
At this time, the two had arrived at the entrance of the cemetery. After Qin Guan parked the car, he glanced at Lin Jiaqiao and slowly walked over.
Lin Jiaqiao would never think that he wanted to kiss her again.
She wanted to push him away and take out the diamond earring from the gap in the card.
Qin Guan asked: "You saw it too. I felt it was very dazzling just now."
He asked blankly, "Don't you have pierced ears? And you don't like this kind of exaggerated style, do you?"
Lin Jiaqiao stared at the earrings and asked suspiciously, "Does Mingming like it?"
Qin Guan said: "He must like it."