After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Back to Childhood

“Mmm,” Jiang Changhe nodded heavily and sped along while holding his daughter.

Having seen his dad come out, Jiang Changhai finally let go of his grip and Zhang Guihua turned to hit him.

But Jiang Changhai had already gained experience from such fights; the moment he let go of his mother, he dashed to the door, pulling his daughter and wife into his own room.

Then he shut the door and locked it, all in one fluid motion.

“You little rascal!”

Zhang Guihua watched her eldest son run off swiftly, seething with anger and turning to glare at Jiang Dashan: “Look at the wonderful son you’ve raised, always knowing just how to anger me!”

Jiang Dashan thought to himself, he did crawl out of your belly after all.

However, he just mildly said, “It’s late, let’s sleep.”

“How can I sleep? Eldest gave away a whole twenty dollars! Going to the hospital wouldn’t have cost that much….”

Zhang Guihua rattled on with her complaints, only to see Jiang Dashan lie down on the bed and start snoring in no time.

She glared fiercely at the old man who had fallen soundly asleep and cursed, “You Jiang Family men, not one of you can give me peace of mind; it’s like I owed you in my past life!”

*

Jiang Changhe, carrying his daughter, took the money and went to the town’s hospital.

The doctor finished examining them and said, “Luckily you came early. This child is severely malnourished and has a very high fever. If you had been even slightly later, she could have developed pneumonia. I’ll prescribe some medicine for her, start an IV, and after the IV we’ll see. If her fever goes down, you guys can go home.”

“Thank you, doctor; I’m so grateful to you,” Xiaojuan bowed continuously to the doctor.

“It’s fine, get up; just take good care of your child.”

After receiving two bottles of IV medication, Zhaodi’s high fever finally gradually subsided.

The next day, when Jiang Zhaodi opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the grey-white ceiling.

She looked around bewildered, muttering to herself, “Where is this?”

Then, turning her head and seeing her mother—who looked twenty years younger—she was instantly shocked, eyes widening.

Her mother had passed away five years ago!

Instinctively, she reached to pinch her own thigh to see if she was dreaming.

Just as she moved her hand slightly, it startled Zhao Xiaojuan, who had been sleeping in the chair, grasping Zhaodi’s hand this whole time.

Seeing her daughter awake, Zhao Xiaojuan immediately rushed over: “Zhaodi, you’re awake. You scared me to death. I thought you might not make it.”

“Mom, where are we?” Zhaodi asked instinctively.

“This is the hospital. You had a fever in the middle of the night, and you were delirious. It scared your dad and me so much,” Zhao Xiaojuan said, holding Zhaodi’s small face, her heart still pounding with fright.

Her rough yet warm touch was so real that it made Zhaodi burst into tears, crying and hugging Zhao Xiaojuan, “Mom!!”

These years had been so very hard!

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, Mom is here,” Zhao Xiaojuan gently patted her skinny back, her eyes welling up too.

After a while, Zhaodi, still oblivious, felt her head throb painfully.

What was happening, could you also feel pain in dreams?

Thinking this, she secretly pinched her thigh. Ouch, that hurt!

Jiang Zhaodi was confused; was she not dreaming? Was this all real? Could it be that she had traveled back to her childhood?

Questions popped into Jiang Zhaodi’s already foggy mind, making her feel even worse.