Chapter 30: Su Ruo's Warning

Su Ruo took the fifty yuan and directly gave it to the Women's Director: "Director, the village has suffered such a great disaster; my ability is limited, I can't help much, so I'll donate this money to the village, which counts as my goodwill."

Huang Da Niu felt even more heartbroken—that was her money! She had painstakingly saved it! Su Ruo actually donated it so easily.

Fifty yuan is not a small sum; the village is currently most in need of money, so the Women's Director naturally would not refuse.

More importantly, regardless of Su Ruo's motive for donating the money, the Women's Director would not, at this time, slap her in the face.

The Women's Director smiled as she took the money, saying, "Doctor Su, your great righteousness—on behalf of the village, I thank you."

The matter was thus dropped; Su Ruo did not bring up leaving again, after all, she had just been threatening Huang Da Niu.

No matter what, she could not bring herself to save someone only halfway and then abandon them—that would be too irresponsible.

Everyone, seeing Su Ruo stay, also breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone had dispersed, a young man in his twenties, supporting a tall figure, walked into the Brigade Headquarters.

Su Ruo was certain she hadn't misheard; her pupils dilated instantly—An'an, the name she had given her child in her previous life.

Moreover, the man's palms and soles were all scraped raw from stones, his clothes were torn and ragged, and he looked extremely exhausted.

Tilting his head, he said: "Mom, could you have even forgotten An'an's name?"

"I was once a named soldier; saving people is my mission."

They were like two ends of the world, separated by an unbridgeable distance; Su Ruo admired him, but could never become him.

Su Ruo looked at those wounds and could easily imagine what the man had endured; she furrowed her brows tightly and asked, "To save people, you don't even want your life!"

Song Jingyu had no choice; he took off his shoes, and Su Ruo saw a one-inch-long wound on his palm, still bleeding at that moment.

But at that moment the little girl's clear, pleasant cry of "Mom" made it impossible for Su Ruo to ignore.

Li Zhaodi liked Su Ruo, even admired her; Su Ruo could perform such high-difficulty surgery alone, saving critically ill patients, always composed and calm, as if nothing could defeat her.

Su Ruo looked at the little maid before her; being called "Mom" made her feel a bit dazed. Actually, the little girl had called her "Mom" yesterday, but Su Ruo had thought she was just waking up, consciousness not clear, so she hadn't paid attention.

The man's voice was not loud, yet it carried a power that could deafen and awaken.

Clearly she had done nothing; she was simply, step by step, implementing her plan according to schedule, until she had pushed all those who had bullied her in her previous life into hell.

Li Zhaodi said nothing more; she lowered her head and took big mouthfuls of noodles, tears dropping into the bowl. Only those who lacked love in their original families know how important even a little kindness from others is.

The young man did not notice anything odd between the two; anxiously he said to Su Ruo: "Doctor, quickly look at his foot."

Seeing this, Li Zhaodi hurriedly pushed the bowl back, saying: "I've already eaten; this was specially cooked for you."

Song Jingyu said: "I'm fine, just a minor injury."

In Li Zhaodi's eyes, Su Ruo was like sunshine—brilliant, dazzling, illuminating her originally dim and lightless life.

Su Ruo, however, paid him no heed; she furrowed her brows slightly and said: "Take off your shoes so I can have a look."

Li Zhaodi looked at Su Ruo, her eyes glistening with tears, and said: "Su Ruo, thank you. From childhood, my parents have always taught me to yield to my younger brother, to leave any good things for him. This is the first time anyone has treated me this well."

The little girl's nose scrunched up from pain, but she did not struggle; she knew her mother was not intentionally hurting her.

Su Ruo said no more; she took out needle and thread, sutured the man's foot wound, and also applied medicine to his hands and feet.

She is not sunshine; on the contrary, she is a flower blooming in hell.

Su Ruo looked at Li Zhaodi, both amused and exasperated; she had not expected that a single bowl of noodles would win Li Zhaodi over, moving her to such an extent.

Having experienced too much darkness, Su Ruo's heart is set only on destruction; naturally she cannot achieve universal love.

The man nodded, indicating his agreement.

Seeing her awake, the little girl immediately smiled and said: "Mom, you're awake?"

Although their time together had been brief, Li Zhaodi knew Su Ruo was a good person, because Su Ruo treated her equally, never looking down on her for being a girl; Su Ruo respected her, would smile sincerely at her, and even shared her own noodles with her.

Su Ruo's heart tightened; she firmly gripped the little girl's arm and asked: "What is your name?"

Su Ruo did not give the man any medical instructions, knowing that even if she did, he couldn't follow them; she merely reminded him: "Don't forget to come change the dressing tomorrow, otherwise a tetanus infection will be troublesome."

Upon seeing Su Ruo, the man also froze for a moment.

After everyone had left, the world finally grew quiet; Li Zhaodi brought Su Ruo a bowl of hot soup noodles, smiling: "These white noodles were sent by the Women's Director, who said you've worked hard and instructed me to take good care of you these days."

Su Ruo nodded and said: "She meant well."

Su Ruo looked up and saw a familiar face—was it him? That noble man!

The little girl raised her head and said: "Mom! Mom is An'an's mom! Could you have forgotten?"

Su Ruo looked at her in surprise and asked: "What do you call me?"

Su Ruo lowered her gaze and saw that the cloth shoes Song Jingyu wore were completely stained red with blood.

Su Ruo looked at Song Jingyu's resolute face, greatly admiring his selfless dedication, but she knew she could never do the same.

Because there were many patients, some with serious conditions, Su Ruo ended up sleeping in the Brigade Headquarters that night.

Su Ruo, however, would not let her refuse, saying: "My appetite is small; I can't eat this much. Now that it's hot, if you don't eat it, it will spoil and go to waste."

Anyone capable of holding the Women's Director position is certainly not simple; regardless of whether the Women's Director's intentions are genuine or not, Su Ruo accepted this favor.

Su Ruo took another bowl, divided a large bowl of noodles into two portions, gave one to Li Zhaodi, and kept the other for herself.

Su Ruo did not realize that at this moment she had already become a light shining upon others.

Early morning, after Su Ruo woke up, she discovered a warm little figure in her arms, opening its big, watery eyes to look at her.

Su Ruo hoped she could live a peaceful and safe life forever, but that wish was not fulfilled.

This child actually also bore the name An'an—was all this merely a coincidence? Or did heaven pity her, sending her to save herself and make up for the regrets of her previous life?

Su Ruo could not figure it out; her thoughts were in turmoil.