Reborn as a rich woman: rich and leisurely

Qin Zichuan was a little ashamed that he sent her to the hospital within a few hours of being her date on the first day.

Afraid that she would use this as an excuse to break up, he hurried to the window to pay money and get medicine, not daring to waste another second.

Lin Jing felt a little better now, but she still felt very painful. It turns out that eating the wrong thing really hurts so much. "I..." She didn't want to get an injection.

After she was reborn, she rarely got sick. Even when her ankle was sprained, she only applied medicine and did not receive any injections. She was a little scared.

When I found out that the injection was actually an intramuscular spanking injection, my whole body tensed up even more. I didn't want to face it alone and didn't want anyone to see it. I faced the nurse's shining silver needle. Shouting: "No, I won't take the injection!"

Isn’t it necessary to get an infusion when you’re sick? She had no memory of the spanking needle, it was so humiliating.

Don't blame her, some things look similar, but are actually very different - most of the needles used in later generations are disposable needles, which are many times thinner than the reusable metal needles used by nurses just now. This needle I don’t know how much more pain it will be if I go down.

What's even more embarrassing is that she heard someone outside the injection room saying to her child: "You are so old and afraid of injections. Jiajia, you must not imitate her!"

The child also said obediently: "I am brave, and I will not cry if I am not talented."

In Lin Jing's heart, there were many grass and mud horses galloping past. She just barked twice and didn't cry at all! Drool dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Are you still crying after getting an injection at such a young age? She could hardly hold back her face. She lowered her head and asked people to take her home.

When she returned home, she was met with another wave of concerned words. After all, she didn't look as uncomfortable as she was kidnapped yesterday, so everyone was still very worried.

Kuang Rulan answered for her: "It's okay. The doctor gave me medicine and an injection. I'll be fine soon."

"Qin Zichuan!" Lin Jing felt that she had been so unlucky recently that she couldn't stand reading anymore, so she put down the book and shouted.

"I'm here." Qin Zichuan had been beside him and was typing something on the computer. He stopped at this moment, "Want to drink some water?"

"Do you think I should find a temple to worship?" Lin Jing seamlessly switched between materialism and idealism. She felt that she had been so unlucky recently and wanted to worship. "I want to donate some incense money. Go there." unlucky."

Qin Zichuan thought for a long time and said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jing was puzzled. Let's talk about the kidnapping. He has an unshirkable responsibility for today's gastroenteritis. He has to be responsible for everything, right? "is it hard?"

It has only been a month since I returned to the Imperial Capital, and I have already been admitted to the hospital three times, all for different reasons.

Bye, she must go and say bye!

"There is no temple nearby." Qin Zichuan thought for a long time but could not think of any place related to this.

Some things are just like that, they are always there, and they only feel too little when used. He has never paid attention to this and has no impression. "Why don't you ask Xiaolan?"

It's a pity that Kuang Rulan has no impression of temples. This was the custom at that time. Sending incense and worshiping Buddha was not very popular in the city.

Lin Jing asked again: "Is there a Taoist temple? I just want to worship and ask for blessings from the gods. I am not picky at all."

Kuang Rulan frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "I do know a God of Wealth Temple."

Lin Jing felt something was wrong and asked, "Do I need to worship the God of Wealth in this situation?"

Kuang Rulan suddenly opened his eyes and clapped his hands: "Yes, you are going to worship Yue Lao."

Lin Jing……

"No, it's not Yue Lao. The red thread has already been pulled. You want to worship Guanyin." Kuang Rulan also felt that she had not read enough books and her social experience was obviously not enough.

Lin Jing...is your divergent thinking too far?

"I know a Christian church. Do you want to book a wedding venue? I heard it's popular abroad."

"Xiaolan, we are only freshmen." Lin Jing kindly reminded that everyone is still young.

Look at you, you usually dress fashionably, but all you think about is getting married and having children? !

Kuang Rulan really didn't have anything real in her mind, so she said with a smile: "I know, shouldn't I just help you think about it?"

"Worry about yourself." Lin Jing is sure that people will change. As long as they live a long time, they will live for a long time - the you today is completely different from the you yesterday.

Lin Jing... I just wanted to have peace of mind. What's going on now? Pantheism is not as pantheistic as yours, right?

She felt that her brain was not strong enough and her spiritual beliefs could not keep up with the rhythm.

It's a pity that my daughter can't visit the grave of her parents in her hometown within three years, otherwise she feels she has to offer incense to Lin Yuan and kowtow a few times.

"How about we burn some paper money for your father." Qin Zichuan suggested tentatively.

Yes, it's better to ask God for blessing than to ask ancestors for blessing. Her father's previous impression of her is a bit vague, but when Lin Yuan was around, the burden of the family had always been on him.

It seems that at that time, there was only a carefree life, and with Lin Yuan, the sky would never fall.

Even when she was in a daze and took her younger brothers and sisters to the Yang family to work for Bai, he seemed to be able to tolerate her and smile at her.

Lin Jing decided to burn more paper money for her father, "Is there anyone selling paper money around here?"

Qin Zichuan said: "I'll ask Aunt Wei, she should know."

"Okay." Lin Jing agreed immediately. Who could give her more peace of mind than her biological father?

Qin Zichuan went to buy paper money, and Kuang Rulan chatted with her for a while and said with a smile: "Sister Jingjing, your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?"

Lin Jing touched her stomach and felt a little pain, but it was just a little bit so it was nothing serious.

In this era, injections tend to use strong drugs, and most people use less drugs, so the results are quick. After burning a wad of paper money for Lin Yuan, Lin Jing felt that there was no pain at all.

"Sister Jingjing, I didn't expect you to be such a person." Kuang Rulan sighed with emotion as she looked at the burned black ashes with white edges. "I thought you must be different from... just those people?"

"What's different?" Lin Jing was a little suspicious of her current emotional state. It was like a little bit of uneasiness could easily be amplified, especially fear.

He is obviously not like this.

But as the flames went out, she felt a lot calmer and said with certainty: "That's how I am."

This happened suddenly and went away not at all suddenly, and dinner turned into white porridge.

Everyone has white porridge, and no one can even think of adding a little more oil or water - the first rule of keeping it light is not to add any oil.

"Isn't there some braised pork left at noon? Give me the hot one." Uncle Lu felt that his quality of life had declined too quickly, and luckily he even took the initiative to invite Qin Zichuan to live with him.

Qin Zichuan just said coldly: "She can't eat, I poured it out."

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