Part Two: Dongtu Datang Chapter 216: Amnesia Lightning

aoYao wasn't hungry anymore, and the slightly downcast mood she had earlier was completely gone. After chatting with Qiao Jiao for a while, she found out that Qiao Jiao's film crew lived on the floor...Gu Ruandong nodded, "Thank you."

Without saying anything else, the person was still dazed, feeling like it was all a dream. They wished she would act like last night, giving him the cold shoulder because of another woman.

Both of them remained silent outside the tent, waiting for the results. The big boat called and said they had settled Little Gurgling and several nannies, personally driving them back to the city for safety. He agreed, trusting Big Boat's ability to handle things, and thus at this moment he could not spare a thought for the child.

In a short while, his phone rang again. It was Zhao Tingxing calling him. After he answered, the background noise on the other end of the line was just as chaotic, it seemed he had arrived in the county too.

He didn't speak, waiting for the other person to speak first.

It wasn't Zhao Tingxing's voice that came through, but Han Li's. She asked, "Mr. Gu, are you and Mrs. Gu alright"

He replied, "I'm fine."

"Han Li: "Zhao Tingxing and I are also in the county. If you need any help, please contact me anytime."

She and Zhao Tingxing are both locals, which makes things relatively more convenient.

After they returned home from the Baili Club last night, they were both a little smitten, especially Zhao Tingxing, who had had some drinks. He was even more enthusiastic. The two of them made a ruckus until this morning when things calmed down. They then saw the news about an earthquake in the county, so they immediately drove over. Just now, at the hospital square, they finally found the old lady. After feeling relieved, Zhao Tingxing remembered that Lu Yaoyao was also filming in the county and so he made this call.

Gu Ruandong said, "Okay, thank you."

After that, he hung up the phone. Now he doesn't have the energy to deal with others.

When Zhao Tingxing found the old woman at the hospital, she was lying alone on a simple bed under a tent. She had spent the night there and her mental state was very poor. He felt anxious looking at her and planned to immediately transfer her back to the city hospital, and was negotiating with the doctor.

It's too chaotic, the doctor doesn't have time to communicate much, he just said: "The current situation of the old lady is that she should find a good environment to recuperate, but it's too much trouble to go back to the city now, and there are certain risks on the road."

Zhao Tingxing took one look at the environment here. It was chaotic and unorganized. How could someone recuperate in such a place Even normal people would feel suffocated staying here for a while. Besides, it was only a little over an hour's drive back to the city on the expressway. What could possibly happen So he immediately decided to take his grandmother back to the city.

Han Li didn't hesitate, nor did he try to dissuade her, for the old woman not only needed rest but also required proper treatment which the county simply couldn't provide.

The old woman's health had been deteriorating ever since she fainted last time. She was frightened by the earthquake last night and had a restless sleep, making her appear even more frail.

The once robust old man fell ill suddenly and lost all his vitality.

Through connections, they temporarily found an ambulance. When helping her into the vehicle, even Zhao Tingxing, who was typically rough and insensitive, stiffened. Her body was so light, like a feather, that it seemed to be nothing more than bones left over.

After the old woman got on the bus, she kept holding onto Han Li's hand, her eyes filled with tears. She trembled and tried to speak but couldn't utter a word.

She knew her time was running out, and there were some things she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to utter.

But Han Li knew, comforting him: "Don't worry, I and Atong will be alright."

The old woman's eyes rolled, she looked at Zhao Tingxing.

Zhao Tingxing disliked this kind of atmosphere very much. What was the point of saying these things properly It felt like a last will and testament. "Don't think too much, just focus on recovering."

The old woman, however, kept staring at him. Her eyes were no longer as clear as they used to be, even clouded over, just fixated on Zhao Tingxing.

Zhao Tingxing's heart sank, and he frowned: "Got it. I'll get along well with Han Li."

He doesn't make promises lightly, but if he does, he will surely keep them.

Han Li glanced at him, unsure how much of it was out of desperation and how much was genuine. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that; their focus was entirely on the old woman.

She had a bad feeling about this.

The old woman opened her mouth and struggled to say two words: "Child..."

Zhao Tingxing looked at the old woman in confusion, then back at her. What child

But Han Li understood, the old woman wanted to see pictures or videos of the child. It was a sudden request, completely disrupting her plans, but could she refuse Of course not, otherwise she would regret it for life.

So, right before Zhao Tingxing's unbelievable, incomprehensible, and even shocked gaze, he pulled out a video of Han Zhaoyi and showed it to the old woman.

"This was recorded beforehand by Yi's grandparents at Han Li's request. Facing the camera, Han Zhao Yi introduced himself to his grandmother: Grandma, hello, my name is Han Zhao Yi, and my nickname is Zhao Cai. I am 4 and a half years old...."

Zhao Tingxing snatched the phone and looked at it. Wasn't that little brat

What does he have to do with it

His strings weren't quite turned, but seeing the smile in the old woman's eyes, a tear sliding from the corner, he slowly closed his eyes, tranquil and peaceful.

Han Li's heart tightened, clutching the old woman's hand tightly and prostrating herself on her body. For a while, her shoulders twitched, silently.

Zhao Tingxing's heart suddenly ached with pain. He pulled Han Li away from the old woman, then touched the old woman's hand himself. The hand, which was already cold, now radiated an eerie chill.

The car was completely silent, just as it passed through the longest tunnel in the city. The interior of the car became instantly dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

This tunnel was darkened by the earthquake, its roadside lamps extinguished. In the darkness, only the headlights pierced through, stretching endlessly ahead like a path leading into the underworld.

Reality and illusion merged, until the light from the tunnel's mouth came into view.

In just a few short minutes in the tunnel, Han Li didn't know what kind of psychological process Zhao Tingxing had gone through because when he saw the light again, he was expressionless, showing no emotion. He only held the old woman's icy hand in one hand and her phone in the other.

My phone accidentally pressed the play button, and Han Zhao's video just played again: Grandma, hello, this is Han Zhao...

Zhao Tingxing suddenly turned his head to look at Han Li. His eyes finally showed ripples, cold, angry, and sorrowful, a mixture of various emotions, but there was no love. Even the tenderness from a few days ago had vanished entirely.

"I **ing hate it when people scheme against me!"

The car finally entered the city. The driver turned back to look at them, unsure where to take them - to the hospital Or straight to the funeral home

Zhao Tingxing roared: "Go to the hospital."

Even though it's already useless, how can you not go to the hospital

The driver and an accompanying staff member came over carrying a stretcher out of the car. Han Li also got out, following behind. Zhao Tingxing grabbed her hand, almost breaking her wrist: "Get lost!"

At this moment, I've already forgotten what I promised the old woman in the car just now.

Hàn Lì understood that he wasn't being rational; he was simply overwhelmed with grief. He and his grandmother shared a unique bond, deeper than the typical parent-child relationship. She understood this.

Author's Note: Alright, alright, I know it's cheesy and clichéd. I vented yesterday, so today let's just cool down.liked it as a child is uncertain, but it was a very special presence.”"When will you decide on your favorite"There isn't any "A specific moment or event, it's unaware until you realize you're in love...