Chapter 2: The Myserious Lady

"Three months ago, as an alumnus and a successful personage, you

gave a speech on the centenary anniversary of Jiangcheng University.

Unfortunately, I was sitting in the auditorium. Although your speech is

short, it's wonderful. Compared with our headmaster's lengthy speech, I

like yours much more."

"So you are a student in Jiangcheng University.” Alan Hoyle was a little

relieved.

"Why must I be a student, maybe a teacher?"

"I guess that you are very young judging from your voice."

"Of course, I'm eighteen years old every day, and I occasionally go back

to the age of sixteen or seventeen. I'm a super beautiful girl.” The girl

smugly said.

"What's your name?"

"I won't tell you unless...” The girl paused for a second.

"Unless what?" Knowing that she was deliberately mystifying, Alan

Hoyle still inexplicably got into her trap.

"Unless you obey the doctor and cooperate with the treatment, I will

consider telling you when your eyes are recovered. Don't tell me that

you're a weakling. Only one small blow can strike you down, which can

make me very disappointed.

Of course, he was not a weakling, but thinking what the doctor just said

that the probability of recovery for the eyesight was only 10 percent,

which was no different from the death penalty, Alan Hoyle was in

silence.

Soon, she poked him twice and put something in his hand, "Well, this is

the wallet I found when saving you. There is an ID card, seven bank

cards and 2000 dollars. You're right. I'm still a student. I don't have

enough money on me, so I have spent it paying for the medical costs.

But it needed lots of money to be in hospital. You'd better tell me the

password of one of your bank cards so that I could pay the expenses at

the toll office and you wouldn't be expelled from the hospital.

"The cards in the wallet can't be used.” Alan Hoyle was a little annoyed.

"There is no money in them? It's impossible. The man like you is so rich

that they can be empty cards? Don't be kidding.”

"Someone will get to know my whereabouts through bank

consumption records.” Inexplicably, he told her the truth, relaxed his

vigilance, and even began to trust in her.

It seemed that it took her much time to understand his meaning, so

that after a long time she asked uncertainly, "Don’t tell me that there is

someone going to kill you."

"Yes, so you'd better stay away from me so as not to be implicated.”

There was a warning in the words, and if she left here, he would not be

surprised.

Unfortunately, this woman was stubborn.

"All right. If I'm afraid it, I won't save you. You'll be at ease to heal your

wounds. I'll try to find a way to gather the money. Just before the

operation, you'll have to be discharged first and I'll find you a quiet and

safe place to live. You don't have to worry about the daily expenses.

When your eyes are recovered, remember to pay me interest.”

She said that casually, which made him feel strange in the bottom of his

heart. Although there were still doubts, he felt warm and steady

inexplicably.

"Why did you help me?" Relatives and friends might look on

indifferently in dire straits. She was a stranger, but so enthusiastic,

which really surprised him. What was her purpose?

"Because... I don't think you are a bad person.”

Was it just so simple? He doubted, "Really? If you want to get anything

from me, I advise you to give up earlier."