Zhang Jiaqiang's head is full of questions. If she is the daughter of a carriage driver, why does she live here and become a beggar? What is the relationship between the little beggar and her?
The mixed-race beggar hesitated to speak, as if her heart was filled with thousands of thoughts. It took a long time before the muscles on her face twitched several times before she spoke.
"I'm going to find a relative!"
Zhang Jiaqiang suddenly became excited, "What's your surname?"
Perhaps no one had asked him this question for many years. The mixed-race beggar seemed to have forgotten his name, with a thoughtful look on his face.
It immediately became very painful, and a few seconds later she squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, shaking her head in pain and roaring.
"I don't know, I don't remember anything..."
At this moment, Delasha grabbed Zhang Jiaqiang's arm, with a pleading look on his face, and said four words in very blunt Chinese - Godfather, save her!
It took Zhang Jiaqiang a long time to understand what she said, and suddenly black lines appeared on his forehead. When did I become a believer and become my godfather?
...
Under the bright light, everything looked so white and clean.
The violet on the bedside table and the long blond hair on the hospital bed create a unique atmosphere, as if a mixed race of two different races has inherited the advantages of both.
Zhang Jiaqiang once heard a saying that mixed-race children are God's masterpiece, but sometimes God is lazy and fails to create them well, but the one in front of him is definitely God's masterpiece.
The middle-aged mixed-race female beggar has been cleaned, changed out of her beggar clothes, and is wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown. She is lying quietly on the hospital bed like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.
Yesterday, she screamed for a long time and then collapsed to the ground. In order to find out her identity, Zhang Jiaqiang sent her to the only hospital in the town.
However, the medical conditions here are really poor. Except for three doctors with special skills, there are no large-scale medical equipment. Even the medicines are common medicines for treating colds, fevers, and water and fire injuries.
Under Zhang Jiaqiang's powerful money offensive, these three doctors took it seriously and gave the female beggar a consultation. In the end, they didn't notice that she was ugly, so they had to give her glucose and lay on the hospital bed to rest.
For some unknown reason, Delasha took great care of her, not only scrubbing her clean, but also guarding her day and night all day long.
Zhang Jiaqiang had already visited the winery yesterday and was very satisfied with Jiuxian's management. He asked him to expand the production scale as soon as possible and strive to double the output before the real winter arrives.
Then he drove away Mo Wenqi, who was still lazy here, and asked this guy to return to the screw country to start business as soon as possible.
The female beggar's vital signs are fine, but she is still unconscious until now.
This is not an option. Who knows if she will sleep for ten or twenty years?
I decided to transfer her to the best hospital in the provincial capital today for treatment. If she couldn't be revived, I would send her to the carriage driver for a look, which was a peace of mind.
There was no ambulance in this small town, so Tiezhu rented a minibus and changed the back seat into a platform that could hold a stretcher, so he could finally transport patients.
"Brother, let's carry her!" Tie Zhu carried a stretcher and walked into the ward with the bodyguards.
Zhang Jiaqiang nodded and patted Delasha, who was sleeping on the edge of the hospital bed due to sleepiness.
"We're leaving!"
Delasha was awakened, rubbed her eyes and got up. When she saw Tiezhu and the others carrying the female beggar on a stretcher, she hurriedly stopped her and wanted to carry her over with her own hands.
Just when she picked up the beggar woman, the beggar woman's long eyelashes suddenly blinked and she opened her eyes.
She suddenly shouted excitedly when she saw Delasha who was so close to Chi Chi.
"Little Yezi, little Yezi, are you okay? Mom is sorry for you. Mom swears that she will never let you suffer again!"
Delasha couldn't understand such a profound Chinese language, so she looked confused and slowly put her back on the hospital bed.
Zhang Jiaqiang suddenly realized, no wonder this woman insisted on saving the little beggar, it turned out to be a mother-daughter relationship!
So it seems that the little beggar should also have traces of mixed blood. It's a pity that he didn't look carefully at the time. Jiang Xinxin should have had some impression of it from close contact. He should call her and ask her when he has time.
But why she allowed her child to be injured and starved without caring about it is another mystery. She can only continue to ask questions after she has completely recovered her consciousness.
The female beggar was lying on the hospital bed, struggling to sit up, looking at the surrounding environment and Zhang Jiaqiang and others, with a trace of gratitude on her face.
She said pointing to the back of her head.
"I was beaten many years ago. I can't remember many things in the past. Thank you for saving me. Is Little Leaf okay? Why didn't you come to see me?"
Zhang Jiaqiang felt that she was still confused, and he didn't dare to ask her where she came from, so he had to explain.
"I will find a way to deal with your daughter. The most important thing now is to send you to the provincial capital for medical treatment. Can you also tell me why you went to Screw Country?"
An anxious look immediately appeared on the female beggar's face, "My illness doesn't matter, you hurry up and find a way to save her, hurry up and save her, she's going to be shot!"
Zhang Jiaqiang said solemnly, "I have inquired. She has not been sentenced yet. Even if she is sentenced, she will still have two chances to appeal. It is still early before she is shot. The most important thing is to treat you now. Only if you completely remember your life experience can you Help little Ye Zi, do you understand?"
The female beggar nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I will go with you to treat the disease. As long as I can save Little Yezi, I will agree to anything!"
She was able to walk on her own and easily got into the car with Delasha's help, which saved her a lot of trouble.
As the vehicle drove out of the town, Zhang Jiaqiang called Jiang Xinxin.
"Brother, hehe, you miss me, don't you?"
The phone sounded like a silver bell.
Zhang Jiaqiang chuckled and said, "After thinking about it, you see, I didn't even hit them, I gave it to you first!"
"I knew that my favorite brother is me, hee hee, bo!"
Zhang Jiaqiang lingered with her for a few words on the phone, and the topic changed to ask about the situation there.
Jiang Xinxin told him that everything was normal. A large amount of supplies had been shipped and the supplies exchanged here should be shipped in the next few days.
Materials destined for Lata City have also begun to be shipped one after another.
Those warships have also begun to be renovated, and the crew members have begun apprenticeships on the two fishing boats, but Zhang Dahai and the others have not returned yet.
In addition, Xiaoyao and the others discussed a plan to develop with Lata City as the center and radiate to other cities in the mountains.
Zhang Jiaqiang expressed his great support and changed the topic to ask about the little beggar. Last time Jiang Xinxin had close contact with her, did he find any signs that she was of mixed race.
Jiang Xinxin pondered for a long time before saying, "Her face is dirty, and you can't tell her skin color. But her eyes are a little different from Chinese people, with a bit of blue, and her nose is very tall. Could she really be the granddaughter of a carriage driver?"
All the coincidences in the world come together?
Zhang Jiaqiang said with a smile, "Whether she is or not, let's save people to the end this time. You'd better contact your second uncle, find connections, and thoroughly investigate the murder case. It would be better if you can exonerate her. If it’s really the person she killed, she can give an explanation!”
Jiang Xinxin happily agreed, and after a few more bums, she reluctantly picked up the phone.
The border town is more than 300 kilometers away from the provincial capital Hada City, and the roads are mostly mountainous and very difficult to walk. It was already afternoon when we arrived.
Jiang Xinxin, who had just arrived in the city, actually received a call.
I have to say that her efficiency is fast enough.
"Brother, something is not good. That little beggar has admitted that he committed murder intentionally..."
