Chapter 1650 - 1076: Heroine of the Republic 50 (4000+)

Chapter 1650: Chapter 1076: Heroine of the Republic 50 (4000+)

An Yi had long expected him to ask that, "You fainted at my doorstep, and it just so happened that I know a bit of medicine, so I conveniently saved you."

The man warily stared at her, watching as she poured water from the thermos into an enamel basin, placed the towel inside, casually grabbed a handful of snow from outside and threw it into the basin. Once the water was at a normal temperature, she wrung out the towel, draped it over her hand, and walked towards him.

"What are you doing? Put it down, I’ll do it myself."

An Yi ignored him, moved straight ahead, firmly grasped his head as if wiping a child’s face, ran the towel in a circle over his face, then returned to the basin to wring out the towel. After doing this three times, she cleaned his face and hands, washed the towel with soap, hung it on the basin rack, and then turned to look at him.

"You are a patient now, you must listen to me. I brought you home, I saved your life, so until you are fully recovered, you can stay here peacefully. From this morning till now, no one has come to investigate, and even if someone does, I have ways to handle it. You don’t have to worry about anything else, just get well."

An Yi’s casual, almost chatty words left the man stunned. Clearly, he had never imagined he would be faced with the nagging of a women, especially when he had a gunshot wound. Wasn’t her demeanor too nonchalant? Not even a hint of concern, calmly stating she knows a bit of medical skills?

To extract a bullet and see these bandaging marks, clearly professional. At that time, his body was burning, he couldn’t hold on and fell unconscious, and he just happened to collapse in front of a doctor’s house?

Could such a coincidence exist?

"Are you a doctor?"

An Yi pursed her lips, shook her head: "No, I’m a teacher. Or perhaps, I once was?"

The man frowned, wanting to know more: "You’re not a doctor? Then did you take me to the hospital for surgery?"

He looked around, clearly indicating that such an environment was not suitable for surgery, and even if it were possible, there shouldn’t be any trace of blood.

Since waking up, he hadn’t seen a single bottle of medicine or any professional surgical instruments, yet she expected him to feel assured?

How could he be assured?

He hadn’t walked out the door, didn’t even know where he was, much less trust a stranger he’s never met.

Seeing his hesitation, An Yi thought for a moment, then smiled meaningfully: "Not everyone is as sincere as you are. Although I don’t know your name, I’ve seen you two or three times during wartime—Chongqing, Shanghai, and whether it was this year or last year when you tried to trade your pocket watch with me for food, do you remember?"

Exchanging the pocket watch for food took place on a pitch-black night, and the person who traded him the food was indeed a woman. The man immediately looked up.

"Are you the woman who tried to follow me?"

An Yi awkwardly pulled at her lips: "I only recognized you at the time, can’t say I followed you, didn’t you avoid me anyway?"

"You said you saw me during the war, why don’t I have any memory of you?"

Not remembering is right, An Yi laughed lightly: "Not remembering is the best protection for me, isn’t it?"

"Were you a doctor before?" The man still wasn’t willing to give up questioning her. An Yi looked at him helplessly: "Can’t you just stop? If you trust me, then stay. If not, just walk straight out the door, no one will stop you. My name is An Yi, I’m a teacher at Baijiawan Commune Primary School, and I also substitute at the County First Middle School and County No. 1 High School. I have two little sisters, a son, and two daughters I’ve saved and adopted, so don’t think I saved you with any ulterior motives, I’m just used to helping people!"

Just at that moment, Anna’s voice came from outside the door: "Sis, the pig liver porridge is ready."

An Yi lifted the curtain and took a tray, on which sat a clay tile jar and a small bowl, with a clean spoon inside the bowl.

"This pig liver replenishes blood, it wasn’t easy for me to get it. I cooked porridge with brown rice, millet, red dates, peanuts, and goji berries for you, would you like me to feed you or,

"I’ll eat by myself, don’t need you to feed me," the man’s dark face showed no expression, but his voice was somewhat urgent, indicating his aversion to being fed.

An Yi felt a laugh inside, but still went next to him, folded the quilt, found a reasonably comfortable position for him to lean on, then placed the tile jar on the small table on the kang, filled a small bowl of rice porridge for him. Though the porridge was handed to him, of pork liver accentuating the red, white, and yellow, it looked particularly appetizing. He felt touched, but his words came out a bit awkward and difficult: "Th-thank you."