She saw a woman with disheveled hair sitting on a wheelchair. The woman held onto both sides of the wheelchair as if she wanted to leave, but the wheelchair was stuck in the cracks between rocks. She couldn't get it out by herself.

Jiang Ruolan had just walked over when the woman with the disheveled hair cried in shock, "Ah!"

Jiang Ruolan was shocked by the disheveled woman's appearance in the middle of the night. She was stunned for a long time, but when she clearly saw the person in the wheelchair, she immediately looked at her up and down. Because of her hair, she couldn't see her face clearly.

By looking at her appearance and the wheelchair, Jiang Ruolan immediately asked in surprise, "Auntie Jia?"

Jia Zhenzhen sat on the wheelchair as if she didn't hear Jiang Ruolan's voice. Her head was lowered and she hurriedly spun the wheelchair in a panic. Perhaps it was because she had sat in the wheelchair for a long time now, spun the wheelchair was like her instinct, like walking.

Jia Zhenzhen also seemed to be frightened by Jiang Ruolan's appearance in the middle of the night. She was also afraid of what was shining in her (Jiang Ruolan) hands, and she didn't dare to look up at all.

When Jiang Ruolan saw her current condition, she initially wanted to help her, but then she remembered the warning from the medical staff. She couldn't help but look down at her own stomach.

Jia Zhenzhen kept her head down and struggled to remove the wheel of her chair from the cracks in the rock. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She seemed to be in a hurry as she pounded the armrest of the wheelchair with her fists.

"Ah...Ahhh …! Ahh!"

Jiang Ruolan's heart ached when she remembered that Jia Zhenzhen was Jiang Yijun's biological mother. She hurriedly walked forward and held her hand, "Don't be like this, Auntie Jia. Don't worry, I will help you, I will help you push the wheelchair, don't be afraid of me, okay? I will not hurt you."

Jiang Ruolan was still a little worried about Jia Zhenzhen's actions. When she held her hand, she was already prepared to pull back. At least, she couldn't let any danger befall the child in her womb.

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhenzhen actually did not push her away or hit her. She was just afraid of Jiang Ruolan and was afraid of her touch. Her (Jia Zhenzhen) hands were very cold and her clothes seemed to have been replaced by medical staff. There was no smell of urine in her body anymore.

Seeing that Jia Zhenzhen was not doing anything violent, Jiang Ruolan's heart skipped a beat. She carefully moved towards her and said in a soft voice that sounded like coaxing a child, "Auntie Jia, I'm Yijun's sister, and your sister, Zhou Qingling's daughter. I'm Jiang Ruolan, do you remember me? You must have held me when I was little, right? Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you."

Jia Zhenzhen's whole body trembled. Her body temperature was getting colder and colder. Beneath her messy hair, there was a big mouth. She looked like a fish on the verge of death, gasping for breath.

Seeing her like that, Jiang Ruolan asked anxiously, "Auntie Jia, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the doctor!"

After saying that, she wanted to get up to call the doctor, but as she turned, she suddenly felt her hand being gripped by that cold hand. The grip was very strong.

Jiang Ruolan was stunned for a moment, and as she turned around, she saw Jia Zhenzhen trembling. "Cold."

Cold?

Jiang Ruolan was startled and hurriedly held her hand. She felt the temperature of her hands very cold, but the weather here was very hot. Although the temperature at night was cold, but it was not that cold.

Jiang Ruolan gently patted her hand. "Auntie Jia, it's already too late. Why are you going out? Are you hungry, or are you looking for a bathroom? There is a bathroom in the building, so why are you coming out?"

Jia Zhenzhen was trembling, her eyes were misty, and she kept staring at Jiang Ruolan. The emotions in her eyes were strange, and when she held her (Jiang Ruolan) hands, the grip was unnaturally tight.

Jiang Ruolan was afraid Jia Zhenzhen would lose her mind and will hurt her if she was so close to her. Since she was shaking so hard and the wheelchair was stuck here, she could not walk on her own.

Jiang Ruolan just bent down to help her, "Come on, let me help you up, then I'll move the wheelchair away. If you sit on it, I won't be able to move it."

Jia Zhenzhen seemed to understand what she was saying. She looked towards the wheelchair beneath her, then looked at Jiang Ruolan through her messy hair. When Jiang Ruolan tried to help her, she stood up obediently and retreated to her (Jiang Ruolan) side like a child. Jia Zhenzhen tilted her head and stared at Jiang Ruolan's actions.

When Jiang Ruolan saw Jia Zhenzhen standing up, she paused for a moment. Her (Jia Zhenzhen) posture when she walked behind her (Jiang Ruolan) was very awkward, as if she didn't have any strength left.

Jiang Ruolan knew that she couldn't let her walk back like this.

After Jiang Ruolan removed the wheelchair from the stone cracks, she smiled softly and said, "Auntie Jia, sit down. I will push you back."

Jia Zhenzhen didn't move but tilted her head in a daze as she looked at her.

"Auntie Jia?" Jiang Ruolan looked at her with a patient smile with one hand holding her hand. "Didn't you say you were cold? I'll walk you back to your room, okay?"

At this moment, two people came out of the hospital because of the flashing light on the phone. When they got here, Jiang Ruolan was still smiling at Jia Zhenzhen, who was looking at her blankly without saying a word.

When the two nurses came over, Jia Zhenzhen suddenly opened her mouth and smiled idiotically at Jiang Ruolan.

Seeing her smiles, Jiang Ruolan happily grabbed her hand. "You recognize me, don't you? I have some resemblance to my mother, so you must recognize me, right?"

Just then, the two nurses approached her. "Miss Jiang? Why are you here?"

Jiang Ruolan was stunned. She turned and looked at the two nurses. They both looked scared. Afraid that Jia Zhenzhen would hurt her, they quickly stepped forward and pulled her (Jia Zhenzhen) away.

For a moment, Jiang Ruolan looked at Jia Zhenzhen, who was dragged a few steps back and dragging into a wheelchair by the two nurses. Her eyes were filled with grievance and fear. When she saw Jia Zhenzhen lowered her head, she (Jia Zhenzhen) looked very scared.

Jiang Ruolan frowned. "From now on, you two will pull her gently! She is a patient, and she is fifty years old! How can you guys pull her so hard?"

Since Jiang Ruolan is the granddaughter-in-law of Old Man Xian, she can be considered a half-master here. They didn't dare say something unpleasant to her, but their expressions were a little impatient as they whispered, "Miss Jiang, Jia Zhenzhen is used to hurting people. We are afraid she will hurt you, that's why we tried to pull her away."

Jiang Ruolan wasn't blind. Of course, she could see the impatient and disdainful gazes when the two of them pulled Jia Zhenzhen to sit down. How could that be simply for fear of hurting her?

She pursed her lips and then coldly said, "I can see that you two are in your twenties or thirties. Your mother must be about fifty years old, right? If your mother gets sick and goes crazy, if she is sent to a place like this, where she is treated like a non-human being or someone else drags your mother like this, and ignores her pain, how do you feel?"

The two nurses immediately bowed their heads and whispered, "Miss Jiang, Jia Zhenzhen is a special case. She hit a lot of people in our nursing home. It's hard to avoid getting angry at her."

Jiang Ruolan frowned as she looked down at Jia Zhenzhen, who was sitting on the wheelchair with her head down and shoulders hunched. She was about to walk towards her when a soft and gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

"Ruolan, it's so late. Why did you come out?"