Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 602 Dawn (8)

The girls sighed for a moment, then quickly moved on from the topic.

Yan Zhen continued fiddling with the rope, lost in thought.

So Jingchen is currently supporting her with her parents' pension?

No wonder Aunt Cui and Uncle Wang's first reaction was to oppose it when they heard that Jingchen wanted to adopt her.

Whether it's hundreds of thousands or millions in compensation, it will eventually run out. For an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, this money is the only capital he can rely on to survive before he becomes an adult.

Now that Yan Zhen is added as a "burden," the expenses have almost doubled.

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In the following days, Yan Zhen went to school with Jing Chen every day.

At school, she listened to gossip and learned a lot about things related to Jing Chen.

For example, he was a true academic star, getting full marks in almost every subject, and his teachers never had to worry about his studies.

For example, after his parents passed away, he fell seriously ill. During that time, because his health was so poor, he applied to the school to attend only half a day of classes each day.

Because he never neglected his studies, the school granted him this request.

A few days later, Jing Chen received the household registration book with Yan Zhen's identity page added.

He immediately took Yan Zhen to get the receipt and apply for an ID card, and at the same time began to inquire about the enrollment requirements of several nearby primary schools.

However, after visiting several schools, they all declined to admit Yan Zhen after learning that he could not speak, because he did not meet their basic requirements for recruiting students.

The principal of a primary school tactfully told Jingchen that someone like Yanzhen should be sent to a special school that specifically enrolls children with disabilities.

Jing Chen found a special school more than ten kilometers away, but he only stayed inside for more than ten minutes before leaving without looking back.

Back home, Jing Chen carried Yan Zhen to the sofa and sat her down, looking at her seriously: "Zhenzhen, your brother has something very important to discuss with you."

Yan Zhen bit her nails and looked at him with confusion.

“You can’t speak, so many primary schools won’t accept you, and special schools… we can’t go there,” Jingchen said. “If we want to go to school, we have to learn to speak, okay?”

Yan Zhen: "..."

Jing Chen took out a bag of strawberry-flavored cheese sticks from his bag, opened one, and waved it in front of Yan Zhen: "Come on, speak with your brother. If you can make a sound, I'll reward you with a cheese stick—ah~"

Yan Zhen opened her mouth to cooperate, but her throat felt rusty. She tried to say "ah" with all her might, but no sound came out. Instead, because she tried too hard, her throat felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on it. She covered her mouth and coughed.

"Don't worry," Jing Chen comforted her. He poured water for Yan Zhen to soothe her throat, and only after she had recovered did he teach her to speak again.

"what--"

"..."

After practicing repeatedly for more than two hours, Yan Zhen was able to barely make a few indistinct sounds, but this was enough to surprise Jing Chen.

“Zhenzhen is great. Keep it up. As long as you can say a few simple words next spring, you can go to primary school. There will be many children your age to play with then.”

Yan Zhen suppressed his burning throat, forced a smile, and gave a perfunctory one.

Because her throat hurt a little when she swallowed, Yan Zhen only ate half a bowl of rice that night. After taking a shower, she was so sleepy that she was completely disoriented. She climbed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

Yan Zhen had a dream.

In her dream, she returned to Xiangjia Village. As a child, she was unable to escape from Xu Yingxia's clutches, and Jingchen did not come looking for her. Just like in her previous life, she stayed in Xiangjia Village until she was twelve years old, when she was taken away by the Yan family, who came looking for her relatives, and went to the big city.

When she entered the Yan family at the age of twelve, she was initially amazed by the luxurious lifestyle of the Yan family and enjoyed it for a few days. However, she soon found that she did not fit in with this place.

At twelve years old, she was shorter than Yan Yuxi, who was the same age. She had dark skin and chilblains on her hands and feet from years of suffering. She was a complete "country bumpkin".

Moreover, she couldn't speak and wet the bed at night, which undoubtedly greatly disappointed Yan's parents, who already didn't have much affection for her.

At first, she showed great affection for her, holding her and crying, saying that she had suffered a lot. But soon, Yan's mother became cold towards her.

Sometimes, when she sees the nanny taking out the urine-soaked blankets from her room, she will show a disgusted and repulsive expression.

After undergoing a physical examination and seeing a psychologist, twelve-year-old Yan Zhen swallows handfuls of pills every day and is guided by a rehabilitation doctor from a mental health institution to learn to speak.

Those were very painful days. Her throat was repeatedly inflamed, and she coughed. At the worst, her throat bled, and even her lungs hurt.

However, there is one advantage to losing your sense of taste from coughing: you won't gag from the extreme bitterness of medicine.

……

Yan Zhen was woken up by someone shaking him, not knowing how long he had slept.

"Zhenzhen! Zhenzhen!"

Yan Zhen opened his eyes groggily and saw Jing Chen's anxious face in front of him.

The ceiling above Yan Zhen's head seemed to be spinning, and he closed his eyes again.

"Zhenzhen, you have a fever." Jingchen picked her up, wrapped her in a blanket, and then went to knock on Aunt Cui's door next door.

Aunt Cui opened the door quickly, and Jing Chen explained his purpose: "Aunt Cui, my sister has a fever. Do you have any fever reducers at home?"

Aunt Cui reached out and touched Yan Zhen's forehead, and was startled: "Why is your fever so high? Quickly take him home, don't let him catch a cold outside. I'll bring you the medicine."

Jing Chen responded and hurriedly carried Yan Zhen back to the room.

Aunt Cui quickly brought a thermometer and fever reducer, and took Yan Zhen's temperature, which was 39.8 degrees Celsius!

"Give her fever-reducing medicine first," Aunt Cui instructed Jing Chen. "If her temperature doesn't go down within two hours of taking the medicine, we'll have to take her to the hospital."

Yan Zhen felt his mouth being pried open by Jing Chen and Aunt Cui with the handle of a spoon, and a sweet-tasting children's fever reducer, like syrup, was poured into his mouth.

She was extremely dizzy, and her breath felt like it was burning her philtrum. She had no strength at all and could only try her best to swallow the antipyretics.

After administering the medicine, in a daze, Yan Zhen heard Aunt Cui's voice: "This child is quite sensible, unlike my child, who needs three adults to hold him down when he's sick and needs to take medicine. He's harder to hold down than a pig during the New Year."

That night, Yan Zhen remained in a state of light sleep and nightmares.

This state was magical. She felt as if her consciousness had split into two parts. One part of her was immersed in the nightmares of her past life, while the other part could clearly feel Jingchen's every move as he was by her bedside.

Jingchen would come over every now and then to touch her forehead and repeatedly take her temperature.

Sometimes, perhaps because her breathing was too shallow, Jingchen would reach out and check her breath to make sure she was still alive.

These two opposing forces were constantly tug-of-war in her mind, neither willing to yield to the other.

As his body temperature gradually decreased and the burning sensation on his body gradually subsided, the part of his consciousness that could perceive the presence of Jingchen slowly took over.

As the morning light streamed in through the window, Yan Zhen opened her eyes. Jing Chen, who had stayed up all night, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes bloodshot.

The moment Yan Zhen saw him, she felt a sense of disorientation, as if she had escaped a nightmare and returned to the human world.