Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 30

Wu Lan, determined to earn some respect, meticulously sorted through the wild vegetables with her family, even those meant for their relatives.

Meanwhile, Song Tan glanced at her phone, seeing her friend request still unaccepted. Her mysterious savior was truly elusive!

Just as she was about to resend the request, Dr. Zhang messaged her:

[Are you still selling those wild vegetables?]

Before she could reply, another message followed:

[My colleagues all loved them and want to buy more. Price isn’t an issue!]

[I’ll cover the shipping costs!]

Clearly, Dr. Zhang was well-suited for the medical field, lacking the bargaining finesse and displaying only urgency.

Song Tan sighed, screenshotting the group announcements and sending them:

“Dr. Zhang, sorry, but we’re not selling wild vegetables anymore.”

“But I have some set aside for my family. I can send those to you later, no charge since it’s for personal use.”

At Ning Province First People’s Hospital, Dr. Zhang felt a pang of disappointment.

It wasn’t just about the vegetables for him.

It was the hospital leadership!

That noon, the leaders had made a light-hearted comment, and the plate of wild vegetables had ended up in the cafeteria.

The head chef, always playful, had given everyone a taste, with the leaders getting a bit more.

Wow!

Even simply blanched and dressed, the vegetables were outstanding! Compared to the usual cafeteria food, it was like ambrosia versus dry straw.

Now, Dr. Zhang’s reputation in the hospital soared, with nurses treating him kindly and leaders casually complimenting him:

“Xiao Zhang, you’re doing well. Last time, a patient sent you wild vegetables? They were delicious! Village-grown food is the best…”

Even a fool would catch on.

So, Dr. Zhang had told the leader:

“I’ll ask if they’re selling more. I’ll send you her contact information!”

He almost jumped when the head nurse pinched his waist.

The leader’s reaction was odd—surprised, puzzled.

But ultimately, the leader smiled, patted his shoulder: “Good job. Add me on WeChat and send the contact info.”

Of course, once the leader left, the head nurse gave him a stern look, making it clear how to handle such matters.

Thus, Dr. Zhang hastily asked Song Tan about the vegetables.

Now hearing they were unavailable, he felt his hopes dashed, chilled to the core.

He turned to the announcement screenshots—20 yuan per jin and still in high demand?!

The poor doctor sighed in relief that he hadn’t promised vegetables to the leaders.

But… the patient offering to send?

[No way!] Dr. Zhang was firm:

[That’s not right. Tell me the cost, and I’ll pay you.]

[By the way, did you add the WeChat contact I gave you?]

Song Tan sighed: “Dr. Zhang, it seems he really doesn’t want to be disturbed, so I won’t push. Can you at least tell me if he’s okay?”

Dr. Zhang hesitated—although the patient wanted privacy, his condition was poor, and his family hoped for more communication…

Family wishes mattered too!

He made a decision:

“He’s not doing well. When he pulled you out, the car exploded. He shielded you, suffering extensive burns, including facial injuries.”

Song Tan was completely unharmed under his protection.

That’s why Dr. Zhang shared this—it was a heavy price for saving her.

“He’s not in a good place emotionally. His mother agreed to share his contact info.”

Song Tan was shocked.

She recalled the hasty fortune-telling session. Had it been thorough, she’d have rushed to the police and the hospital!

Now, the debt of gratitude was immense.

Moreover…

She opened her hands, realizing she couldn’t fully heal him with her current abilities. That would require reaching the Foundation Establishment stage!

Sighing, Song Tan said: “Mom, set aside ten jin of the best wild vegetables. I’ll send them to someone, mostly shepherd’s purse.”

It was popular for dumplings and kept well.

Thinking of Dr. Zhang, she added: “Another ten jin for someone else.”

Wu Lan looked at the baskets of vegetables. Sending to one family or ten, it made no difference. Since they couldn’t sell them, they were just wild vegetables to her:

“Alright, sending to colleagues?”

Song Tan nodded. She didn’t want to mention the car accident yet, fearing it would make Wu Lan anxious about her driving.

As for friends…

Her school friends were mostly distant now. At work, Ho Xueying was a good friend, but she lived in a small shared apartment, buying food daily with no way to cook these vegetables. Better not to burden her.

But before sending the vegetables, she needed her savior to accept her friend request!

So, she sent another:

[Hello, I’m Song Tan, the person you saved from the car.]

She didn’t know what else to say.

…

Meanwhile, at Ren’ai Hospital in the capital.

Lu Jing watched her son slowly drinking porridge, feeling heartbroken: “When will he be able to eat normally?”

Lu Chuan replied calmly: “Tomorrow. The facial wounds are no longer painful.”

Lu Jing sighed in relief.

She then remembered Dr. Zhang’s message and couldn’t help asking: “The girl you saved has been asking for your contact information. Why haven’t you accepted her request?”

Lu Chuan shook his head: “Mom, I’m afraid if it gets out, he’ll come to make trouble.”

Lu Jing knew who he meant.

He had seen a video and thought his son might be the hero. He couldn’t miss the chance for glory, immediately calling reporters—

Had it not been for this, Lu Chuan wouldn’t have transferred to the capital overnight.

He wasn’t detached from society. He didn’t need to hide his good deed.

But he didn’t want any part of that man’s spotlight.

Lu Jing remained silent.

Twenty-eight years ago, pregnant, she had been confronted by the other woman and soon divorced Zhou Yongzhi.

She still remembered his words:

“Xiao Jing, don’t blame me. The doctor said it’s a girl. Why didn’t you abort? Every family needs a son to carry on the name.”

“Lan Lan is different; she’s carrying a boy. I can’t let my son be born in disgrace.”