DreamersGN Chapter 458 Can't even lie
Chapter 458 Can't even lie
Yang Lina covered her inner thigh and looked at Lu Yao:
"Company Commander Lu, it really hurts so much, what should I do..."
Sweat was dripping down his forehead.
If there weren't people in front of me, I probably would have burst into tears.
Lu Yao knew that this acute attack would cause severe pain, which most people simply couldn't bear.
She could barely straighten her back, and despite the freezing weather, she was sweating profusely, yet she didn't cry out. That shows she has a pretty strong will.
Looking around, he said, "How about this, let's go to Sister Yuejuan's clinic, it's just ahead."
Ding Dahu continued to offer his opinion: "In my opinion, maybe you've got a stitch in your side. You bumped around on horseback, you country bumpkin. If you can't take it, I'll carry you on my bicycle."
Lu Yao pulled him aside:
"Fine, then stop babbling."
Helping Yang Lina up, he said, "Come on, get on the bicycle, and let Uncle Dahu push you to Sister Yuejuan's place."
But at this point, Yang Lina couldn't even straighten her back.
"No, it hurts!"
She was about to squat down.
Lu Yao looked anxious too.
Actually, it's her own fault. She has this problem, and riding a horse must be exciting.
It's alright, though. I can just treat her when it flares up, otherwise it would have become an illness sooner or later anyway.
Lu Yao had a good impression of Yang Lina and admired this stubborn and principled female reporter.
He might not be willing to go through the trouble of doing this for anyone else.
Seeing that she was squatting there and not standing up, he bent down, reached out, and picked her up.
He carried her, her body hunched over, towards Huang Yuejuan's clinic.
For Lu Yao, carrying a person weighing over 100 pounds, including clothes, for two miles was no problem at all.
Yang Lina's pose is quite awkward:
"Little country bumpkin, don't hug me like that... it doesn't look good, I can walk..."
"Alright, stop walking. It'll hurt more if you walk. I'll carry you, it'll be faster, and there's no one around."
Ding Dahu looked rather uncomfortable: "Tuwazi, don't let Xiaomeizi see and get upset. I'll hold her."
"Stop dawdling, help me lead the horse. Xiao Meizi won't know unless you go back and tell her. I'm not doing anything to betray her; saving lives is the priority."
As he spoke, he strode ahead.
Ding Dahu had no choice but to follow behind, leading the horse.
Upon arriving at Huang Yuejuan's door, Lu Yao told Ding Dahu:
"You need to take off your clothes to see the doctor. It's inconvenient for you to come in. Take the horse to your house and wait for me. Don't talk nonsense to Xiao Meizi, or I'll try to sow discord between you and Aunt Chunfang."
Ding Dahu snorted and led his horse home.
Still unconvinced, she retorted, "We've been married for so long, how can you try to sow discord between us?"
Back home, they tied the horse and Little Flower together to eat hay.
Then he stood there watching them eat grass, without going inside.
I don't know how I lied to Ding Mei that I came back alone.
They even brought Lu Yao's horse back, but Lu Yao and the female reporter did not return.
After a long while, Ding Mei saw him at the window and quickly came out to ask:
"Dad, why did you come back by yourself? Where's Tuwazi?"
"Um... I went to the toilet."
"Where's the female reporter?"
"He went to the toilet too."
"Weren't you supposed to return your gun to Niu Wannian? Why did you bring it back?"
"He... doesn't want it anymore."
The more Ding Mei looked at Ding Dahu, the more suspicious her expression became.
He pressed, "Dad, look at me! Where did Tuwazi go? Why did you bring his horse back? Where did he go to the toilet? Did the female reporter go to the toilet with him?"
For the first time, Ding Dahu felt guilty in front of his daughter.
"Don't ask anymore, go back inside. It's cold, aren't your heels freezing in those slippers?"
The woman changed the subject, which only made Ding Mei more confused.
He grabbed Ding Dahu: "Hey, is Tuwazi in some danger? Tell me quickly, or I'll go ask Niu Wannian myself!"
Ding Dahu waved his hand impatiently: "What danger is he? He's the one who's dangerous, whoever he talks to is in danger. Go back inside and stop asking questions."
Ding Mei couldn't stand it anymore.
His eyes were red: "Dad, tell me the truth, did they fight? Did something happen to Tuwazi?"
"No, he... the female reporter had a stomachache, so he went with her to help her take a dump..."
Ding Dahu really isn't good at lying.
Lu Yao forbade him to speak the truth, believing that as long as he didn't tell the truth, he was doing right by Lu Yao.
But this lie was worse than telling the truth!
Ding Mei was furious:
"Dad, can you stop lying to me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? If you won't tell me, I'll go find it myself!"
I went back inside, put on my coat, and then went out.
"Kaba"
Ding Dahu propped the door shut from the outside with a shovel.
"Little Mei, don't go! You won't be able to handle it!"
"What? Something really happened to Tuwazi?"
Ding Mei burst into tears immediately.
She was already worried when they went to Shanghewan Brigade.
After all, they had fought with Jiapigou back then.
She would never forget the scene of Ding Dahu returning covered in blood after stealing a gun that year.
I'm afraid something might go wrong if the two of them go to negotiate.
He forced himself to comfort himself, saying that since Niu Erya had already brought them cattle, this time they were bringing them guns, so they couldn't fight anymore.
But Ding Dahu's unusual behavior puzzled her greatly.
Ding Dahu is now using a shovel to prop up the door so she can't leave, which makes him even more certain that something has happened to Lu Yao.
How could a door possibly contain Ding Mei's fiery temper?
He raised his cane and smashed a piece of glass in the door with a "crash".
He reached out and threw the shovel aside.
Ding Dahu was heartbroken:
"You little brat, why are you breaking the glass? It's expensive!"
"Get out of my way, I'm going to Shanghewan."
Ding Mei, leaning on her crutch, rushed out.
Ding Dahu spread his arms to block:
"Don't go. If you limp all the way to Shanghewan, it will be dark by then."
"I have to go even if it's tomorrow morning! If anything happens to Lu Yao, I won't come back!"
Ding Dahu was at his wit's end: "Alright, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Lu Yao that I told you."
"Speak quickly."
"He took the female reporter to see Xiao Huang for treatment."
"What? The female reporter is sick?"
"Yes, she had a stomachache, and Lu Yao carried her to Huang Yuejuan's clinic."
Ding Mei was even less convinced:
"Dad, can't you put a little more effort into your lies? If it were something like this, would you need to lie to me?"
He walked out, leaning on his cane.
Ding Dahu tried to stop her again, but Ding Mei turned and tripped him by the toes.
The cotton shoes couldn't withstand the impact, and Ding Dahu stumbled in pain.
Ding Mei has already left the hospital.
Ding Dahu looked in the direction of Huang Yuejuan's house:
"Lu Yao, don't blame me, I tried my best. I even used a glass door as a makeshift barrier. This little rascal almost broke my toe!"
Ding Mei is already quite adept at walking with a single crutch.
He hurried toward Huang Yuejuan's clinic.
……
Lu Yao carried Yang Lina into the clinic, where Huang Yuejuan was reading and studying.
Besides seeing villagers and patients, she spends most of her time learning professional knowledge every day.
Seeing Lu Yao carry a girl in, he was so startled that he quickly stood up:
"What's wrong?"
"Sister Yuejuan, she has an inguinal hernia, could you take a look at her?"
We put Yang Lina down and helped her take off her coat.
"Can you straighten up? You need to take your pants down a bit."
Yang Lina covered her groin as she looked at Lu Yao:
"Then... you should avoid it."
Lu Yao knew she was shy, and nodded in agreement:
"Then I'll go outside and wait."
As Huang Yuejuan put on her white coat, she pulled Lu Yao aside:
"Don't go out, it's too cold outside. I'm roasting sweet potatoes on the stove in the back room, can you keep an eye on them for me?"
"it is good."
Lu Yao went to the back room.
If Huang Yuejuan can cure him, he won't need to bother.
The sweet potatoes were all ripe, so we sat on small stools in the back room and ate them.
In the front room, with Huang Yuejuan's help, Yang Lina took off her pants and lay down on the treatment bed.