Chapter 579 Zhao Shuzhuo secretly develops feelings
Zhao Shuzhuo's voice was not loud, but the blame in his tone was obvious. As he spoke, he gently patted his chest with his hand, as if trying to calm the waves in his heart caused by Yang Xiaohua's crying.
After a pause, Zhao Shuzhuo's tone softened a little, his eyes full of expectation and pleading, and he continued:
"Hey, Jianguo, can you think of a way to deal with Xiaohua's father? Now that we have run into this, we can't just watch her be so helpless."
"You have a wide network of contacts and many ideas. Maybe you can find a solution. Let's help her together. It's like doing a good deed to accumulate virtue and do good deeds."
"If we can really help her get through this difficult time, we will have saved a family."
At the end of his speech, Zhao Shuzhuo's eyes lit up, as if he had already seen the beautiful picture after helping Yang Xiaohua solve the problem.
Although he knew that there were many difficulties involved, he didn't want to give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
Zhao Shuzhuo had just expressed his desire to help Yang Xiaohua to Wang Jianguo in sincere words, full of anxiety and earnestness. The urgency in his tone was as if his own loved one was in trouble.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jianguo seemed to be struck by a sudden electric current. He was stunned for a moment, and the solemn expression on his face instantly changed into a suspicious look.
He raised his chin slightly, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Zhao Shuzhuo closely. There seemed to be countless little question marks in his eyes, wanting to find out the truth.
After a brief pause, he slightly turned sideways and took another step closer to Zhao Shuzhuo, as if he was afraid of missing any subtle changes in the other person's expression. Then he asked:
"Brother Shuzhuo, are you...are you interested in this comrade Yang Xiaohua?"
Wang Jianguo's voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying with it a hint of surprise that was hard to conceal, and a bit of the mischief peculiar to young people.
As he spoke, he carefully looked at Zhao Shuzhuo from head to toe, as if he wanted to find some clues in his dress, words and actions that could confirm his guess.
"Look at you. As soon as you saw Xiaohua's miserable condition, your eyes were filled with heartache. You've been running around for her all this time, and your level of worry is almost as high as worrying about your own family."
"Although we are kind-hearted, your concern is so unusual. Besides, think about it, we have only known her for one day!"
While explaining his reasons, Wang Jianguo stretched out a finger and tapped lightly in the air to emphasize the concept of just one day.
These words, like a blockbuster bomb, instantly exploded in Zhao Shuzhuo's heart.
He never expected that Wang Jianguo would suddenly ask such a question. For a moment, he felt his cheeks burning, as if two fires were burning.
He subconsciously lowered his head, trying to avoid Wang Jianguo's sharp gaze, but even so, the blush that quickly spread to his ears exposed his embarrassment at the moment.
He rubbed his hands restlessly in front of him, his fingers unconsciously tangled together, as if this could ease the panic in his heart.
Zhao Shuzhuo opened his mouth and wanted to say something in his defense, but his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't utter a single word.
He knew in his heart that his sympathy and concern for Yang Xiaohua indeed exceeded the level that ordinary strangers should have when meeting for the first time.
Perhaps it was because Yang Xiaohua's life was too tragic that touched the softest corner of his heart; perhaps it was her resolute look on the rooftop that made him instinctively want to protect this fragile life.
But he himself couldn't tell whether it was what Wang Jianguo said was "interesting".
Under Wang Jianguo's continued gaze, Zhao Shuzhuo finally did not deny it.
He raised his head slightly, glanced at Wang Jianguo evasively, and then quickly looked away. The gentle eye contact seemed to reveal the entanglement and confusion in his heart.
At this moment, he felt embarrassed for his loss of composure, but he could not let go of his concern for Yang Xiaohua. He could only let this complicated emotion spread and grow in his heart.
Zhao Shuzhuo stood in the pale light of the hospital corridor, his face still flushed from Wang Jianguo's words just now.
He lowered his head slightly, and his hands unconsciously rubbed the corners of his clothes repeatedly, as if this could ease the uneasiness and entanglement in his heart.
He slowly raised his head, looking at Wang Jianguo with a confused and earnest look, and he stammered a few times before finally speaking:
"I... I don't know what happened, but when I saw her crying, my heart... felt like it was tugged hard by something, and it suddenly became so weak."
He paused, and the image of Yang Xiaohua with tears streaming down her face and a pitiful look in her mind appeared, with a look of heartache in her eyes, and then he said:
"You can see that Xiaohua is a lonely girl who has suffered so many misfortunes. Her mother died early, her brother also died, and now her father is seriously ill and is lying on the hospital bed, with his life uncertain."
"She was like a wounded little bird, battered all over by the storm of life. It was so pitiful. I couldn't get over it. I thought I had to help her no matter what and couldn't just watch her being swallowed by despair."
Zhao Shuzhuo sighed slightly and looked towards the direction of the ward, as if he could see Yang Xiaohua inside through the wall.
Then, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Wang Jianguo and said:
"Jianguo, when I went to see Director Zhou just now, he mentioned a key piece of information. He said that the special medicine Xiaohua's father used can only be obtained in the army."
"Look, we are working right next to Secretary Dong. Secretary Dong has a wide network of contacts and high prestige. He must know a lot of people in the army."
"How about...how about we go ask Secretary Dong for help? Maybe he can help us get the medicine."
There was a hint of expectation in his voice, hoping that Wang Jianguo would agree with his idea and work together to open up a way for Yang Xiaohua to survive.
After hearing what Zhao Shuzhuo said, Wang Jianguo did not respond immediately, but frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple, and began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind.
On the one hand, he understood Zhao Shuzhuo's eagerness to help Yang Xiaohua. After all, they were all kind and enthusiastic people.
But on the other hand, he knew very well that Secretary Dong's physical condition had just improved. He had been worried about the many affairs of the brick factory and was exhausted. It was not easy for him to see this glimmer of hope for recovery.