Suddenly his vision went dark and he leaned forward.
Jing Jiaren froze and watched Leng Lintian rolling down the hillside. The box in her hand refused to let go, knocking against his body...
"Leng Lintian!!!"
The nearby herdsmen were alarmed by Jing Jiaren's screams.
I saw her carrying her skirt and running down the hillside regardless of her pregnancy...
…
The kind grandmother stood guard at the door and saw the herdsman uncle carrying Leng Lintian back.
Fortunately, Dr. Pollock was still there, so he placed Leng Lintian on the sofa and treated him immediately...
The high fever had risen to 41°3, and Leng Lintian was completely delirious.
His head was knocked open, but because his body was so dirty, I don't know if there were any scratches on his body.
Fortunately, there is grass there, so it should be no big deal.
Grandma immediately brought hot water, took a clean towel, and wiped Leng Lintian's face.
"Grandma, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
Grandma glanced at her and shook her head kindly: "ARON's temper has been like this since he was a child, and I can't help it."
Jing Jiaren still felt uncomfortable, and her grandmother scolded her several times.
Grandma looked at the black box she brought back with her: "Is this the reason for your visit this time?"
"..."
"JANE's death has always been a knot in ARON's mind. He is unwilling to admit JANE's death. Unexpectedly, he has not let go of this obsession until now."
Jing Jiaren frowned: "What do you mean? You don't want to admit it?"
Isn’t Miss JANE dead?
"ARON thinks JANE is not dead. This is just his opinion and no one can dissuade her."
"...!!!"
"He has been investigating past incidents, but unfortunately there has been no result so far." Grandma wiped it gently with a towel, and Leng Lintian's gradually clean face revealed a handsome outline.
"Grandma, you mean Miss Jane may not be dead?"
"I don't know what happened in the past."
Jing Jiaren was silent, what happened? Didn't Miss JANE die on the piano?
At first, she did play "Dark Sunday", but the resonance was so strong that she fainted before she could finish playing.
Later, she searched for relevant information on the Internet...
This piece of music is legendary, but the reason why people commit suicide is not by playing it themselves, but by listening to the recorded version.
This ensures that the music does not stop when people are not self-aware enough.
Jing Jiaren also thought that there was something hidden, but had no way to verify it.
What on earth happened...
Grandma wrung out the towel and held Leng Lintian's right hand: "Why is there so much mud?"
"Grandma, he's awake."
Leng Lintian squinted his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were purple.
The right hand held by grandma suddenly pulled away: "Don't touch it!"
"..."
He reacted violently and wanted to sit up: "Go away, don't touch anyone!"
Grandma was startled: "ARON?"
Jing Jiaren held his shoulders and restrained him: "Leng Lintian, you are injecting the medicine, don't move...Grandma, he may not like being touched, let me wipe it for him."
Grandma frowned and soon understood what she meant. She smiled narrowly and said, "When ARON grows up, even grandma can't touch him."
Jing Jiaren took the towel and said, "I'll take care of these things."
"Okay, I'll go get a basin of hot water." Grandma looked at the turbid water basin, got up and left.