Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (89)
The clinic opened for business early the next morning. There was a long line at the entrance of the clinic.
Both Ke Mei and Xia Lin were clinical professionals. It would be no problem to diagnose some minor illnesses and pain for them.
There was a patient with inconvenient legs who needed a car to pick him up.
Song Yan volunteered to be the driver and Ke Mei asked Xia Lin to follow Song Yan. After the two got in the car, no one spoke.
Song Yan took a peek at Xia Lin. Last night, he said a lot to Xia Lin. After hearing him out, Xia Lin fell asleep. On the contrary, he didn’t sleep well.
He was hoping that Xia Lin would change his mind but Xia Lin helped Ke Mei in and out early this morning. He didn’t even give him one look.
Song Yan stopped thinking about it.
The car arrived at the door of the patient’s house and the patient’s family was still making preparations. They asked them to wait for a while.
The two could only wait on the gravel road outside the door. This place is very close to the scenic area of the mountain stream waterfall and you can see the tall and lush mountain peaks when you look up.
Xia Lin found that Song Yan had been looking at the mountain fascinatingly.
His heart moved slightly then he said, “Don’t think about going there anymore. At least, don’t go there for a while. There will be mudslides.”
Song Yan came back to his senses and looked at Xia Lin suspiciously: “Are you so sure?”
“I’m sure.” Xia Lin said, “I have been here at this time in my last life.”
Song Yan’s expression changed: “Have you encountered a mudslide? Were you trapped?”
“Was trapped for a day and a night.”
“Why have I never heard you mention such a big thing?”
Xia Lin smiled. A bit of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth
“I mentioned it to you but you didn’t listen to me at the time.”
“How is it possible? When did you mention this to me? No matter how muddled I am, I won’t be…”
“It was about this month in the last life. I called you, don’t you remember?”
Song Yan frowned tightly and fell into contemplation.
“Forget it. I guess you can’t remember it anymore.”
Song Yan said, “What happened when I just graduated from university in my last life? It’s been too long for me to remember. Can you give me a hint?”
“At that time, I called you. As soon as you answered the phone, you asked me why I didn’t go home after I graduated. I said I went to Zilin Village during my graduation trip and encountered a mudslide here. Then I listened to you. There was a lot of noise from your side. You hurriedly told me that Yu Luotong had blown up the pan and then hung up the phone.”
Song Yan did not remember the phone call but he absolutely remembered the Yu Luotong frying pan incident.
At that time, he was living with Yu Luotong. Yu Luotong said on a whim that he wanted to learn to cook by himself but when he just let him go for the first time, he had blown up the pan.
It was probably halfway through Xia Lin’s call, he heard a loud “bang” in the kitchen and at the same time, Yu Luotong’s screams came. He didn’t want to listen to Xia Lin talking on the phone and hurriedly hang up. He immediately went to check on Yu Luotong’s injuries. Fortunately, it was not severely scalded so he was sent to the hospital to treat the wounds and then returned home.
But after all this moment, Song Yan didn’t remember to call Xia Lin back.
Recalling the incident, Song Yan’s face was full of shock: “So, at that time, you were trapped in the mountain and called me?”
“The signal on the mountain was originally bad. After the mudslide happened, I couldn’t send phone messages. I never had a chance to call you.”
Xia Lin paused, “It was after the rescue team sent me to a hospital in a neighboring county. My brother and Zhou Shuo were still on their way to the hospital. I was lying on the hospital bed and infused with nutrient solution. When I closed my eyes, countless terrible scenes swept over me. At that time, I especially wanted to…”
Xia Lin suddenly stopped, feeling that he seemed to be talking too much.
“I’m sorry, Xia Lin. I’m sorry.”
Song Yan felt uncomfortable, mixed with distress and guilt.
He wanted to hug Xia Lin but was pushed away.
“I have no other meaning when I mention this,” Xia Lin added, “I don’t remember the day when the mudslide occurred in the last life. Can you help me figure out a way to gain everyone’s trust and warn them?”
Seeing him discussing this life-and-death issue seriously, Song Yan made up his mind.
He thought for a while and asked: “Before the mudslide occurred, were there any weather visions you still remember?”
“The most obvious thing is that there was heavy rain.” Xia Lin said, “But I don’t know if heavy rain is common here…”
Halfway through Xia Lin’s words, the patient’s family had already pushed the patient out of the wheelchair.
Song Yan said, “Let’s talk about it later.”
He stepped forward and worked with the family to lift the patient into the car.
When they returned to the clinic, they saw the village head standing at the entrance of the clinic, smiling at Ke Mei who is busy. From time to time, they praised Ke Mei’s medical skills.
When Xia Lin got out of the car, he felt something cold touch his neck.
He reached out and touched the back of his neck then found some water droplets on his hand.
When he looked up again, he found that the originally sunny sky had rolled up with black clouds.
This picture is very familiar.
Xia Lin clearly remembers that he had done the same on his previous life on the way to the mountain waterfall.
He looked up at the sky.
“Song Yan!”
Xia Lin’s expression changed and he lost his voice, “Today is the day.”
