klisemfg Chapter 919 Let the Patient Rest More
Chapter 919 Let the Patient Rest More
Deng Zhouyi drove the car without saying a word all the way, with a layer of gloom between his brows.
The shadows of the trees outside the car window were rapidly receding, as if being pulled into blurred blocks of color, making the car even quieter.
Yu Qianqian looked at his hand holding the gear lever, his knuckles slightly white from the force, and then she gently reached out and held his hand.
"Grandma's life was so hard." Her voice was soft and filled with heartache.
"Luckily, you're here now. I don't know how Auntie managed to get through those days without her..."
Deng Zhouyi's Adam's apple moved, as if these words had opened the floodgates of his memories, and his voice rang out in a low voice:
"When Grandpa Jing was old enough to go to school, my family arranged to send him to kindergarten, and I insisted on going with him.
That was the first time my mother hit me. When I fell, my head hit the curb at the door and started bleeding. Aunt Ling was heartbroken and quickly took me to the hospital for bandages.
He paused, turned the steering wheel slightly, and continued:
“As I grew older, the kids at school knew I didn’t have a father, so they used that to bully me.
Every time, it was Grandpa Jing who fought with them for me, but when I got home, my mother always said that I was trouble-making and even wanted to stop me from going to school.
Aunt Ling went to the school to find the principal. Later, they didn't dare to speak openly, but the gossip behind my back still continued, and I always went home hurt.
Mom always blames me for everything, and I never understand why..."
"One night, I knelt on the washboard in my bedroom. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I stubbornly asked her:
"Other children have fathers, why don't I have one?" My mother started crying, very sadly.
Aunt Ling pushed the door open and pulled me up, but I insisted on an answer.
My mother angrily shouted, "I was raped by your father! I didn't even see what he looked like!"
Your father is not a good person, and you are not a good person either! It’s best if you never find a wife in your life, because you are not worthy of starting a family and will only harm others! '"
When he said this, his voice was filled with a kind of self-deprecating coldness:
"Since then, no matter where Jingye and I go, we've only been flirting and never showing any real feelings.
My mother said that a man who could hurt her wasn't a good person, so as the child of a 'bad guy', I naturally wasn't a good person either."
"Ayi, don't listen to your aunt!" Yu Qianqian couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted him hurriedly, her tone urgent.
"She said that in anger, how can you take it seriously? It doesn't make any sense at all!"
Deng Zhouyi lowered his head and kissed her hand gently, as if absorbing the warmth.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief: “After being beaten so many times, the truth was pieced together bit by bit.
Later, I asked around and found the location where my grandmother and mother used to run a shredded chicken hotpot restaurant, but it had long been converted into a supermarket.
After asking the neighbors, I learned that my grandmother became mentally unstable the night my mother passed away."
"After the management committee learned about the situation, they found a small house within their jurisdiction to house her, and kind neighbors took turns bringing her food and daily necessities.
When I first met her, she was extremely unkempt. It was Grandpa Jing who helped me arrange for my grandmother to be admitted to the Qingshan Sanatorium.
I was young and couldn't afford such expensive medical treatment. Later, I studied hard and chose economics as my major, hoping to be able to afford it sooner.
Yu Qianqian looked at his profile, her eyes full of admiration: "That's why it's spreading like wildfire outside.
Is there a 'cold-faced Zhuge Liang' in Fengteng International who never does business at a loss?
Deng Zhouyi was so amused by her serious and silly look that he burst out laughing.
The gloom between his brows dissipated a little. "What are you talking about? Where did you hear all that nonsense? I am who I am. How could I get such a weird nickname?"
"Jiang Li said that!" Yu Qianqian hurriedly defended herself, her tone a little serious.
"She said that you have made an indelible contribution to the success of Fengteng International."
Looking at her naive and cute appearance, Deng Zhouyi explained helplessly and amusedly: "It's just a rumor out there.
Jing Ye is the real powerhouse, he carries a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
We can't see it on the surface; I'm just helping him keep the ship steady while he's sailing."
As he spoke, he held Yu Qianqian's hand with his backhand and tightened his grip.
The sunlight from the car window just happened to shine in and fall on the hands of the two people holding each other.
It was warm, as if it had coated the heavy past with a layer of gentle gold.
As soon as the two pushed open the door of the ward, they saw the nurse in pink uniform standing by the bed, holding a medical record in her hand, with obvious anger on her face.
"You are finally back!" The nurse said anxiously when she saw them.
"Doctor Chen came to check on him this morning. He was worried that he would have a high fever and would fall into a coma again and again, so he arranged for an IV drip to consolidate his condition.
I came here three times with the IV drip, but there was no one in the ward. I called you but you didn’t answer—"
She looked at Yu Qianqian and frowned, "As a family member, how can you let the patient run around?
In his case, what if the results show he has another medical condition?"
Yu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed and was about to explain when Deng Zhouyi spoke first, his tone apologetic:
"Miss Nurse, I'm sorry to have you run so many times. I feel much better this morning.
I was out doing something urgent and would be back soon, so I didn't say hello in advance.
I'm really sorry; however, I feel fine now and don't need the IV anymore."
"Nothing?" The nurse slammed a stack of examination reports on the bed in an unpleasant tone.
"Look for yourself, your gastroenteritis indicators are all over the limit! Are you kidding your body?"
She took out several boxes of medicine from the treatment tray and placed them on the bed one by one. "These are the medicines prescribed by Doctor Chen.
This white box is for acid suppression, take it half an hour before meals, twice a day;
This brown bottle contains probiotics. Take it after meals. Remember to take it with warm water, not hot water.
There is also this green-packaged one, which is for protecting the gastric mucosa. Take it three times a day, half an hour after a meal."
As she spoke, she picked up a pen and marked on the medicine box, her movements quick and careful:
"The directions and dosage are clearly written for you, so don't be lazy and eat less or not at all just because you're young.
The diet must be light these days. Soft and mushy foods like porridge and noodles are ok.
Don't touch anything spicy, greasy, or cold, and definitely don't touch alcohol, do you understand?"
Deng Zhouyi looked at the pile of medicine and asked again, "Then...can I be discharged from the hospital now?"
The nurse glared at him and said, "Yes, but don't take it lightly." She closed the medical record book.
"Go to the first floor lobby to complete the discharge procedures. Remember to ask the cashier to give you a copy of the discharge instructions.
Go home and have a good rest. Don't stay up late or overwork yourself. If you have a high fever again, go back to the hospital for a checkup immediately. Don't take it lightly."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the treatment tray and reminded Yu Qianqian: "Keep an eye on him, make sure he takes his medicine properly, and don't let him mess around."
Then he turned around and left the ward with brisk but somewhat angry steps.
The ward was silent for two seconds. Yu Qianqian looked at Deng Zhouyi and couldn't help but smiled:
"It seems the nurse is really anxious. She deserves full marks for her sense of responsibility."
Deng Zhouyi shrugged helplessly, picked up the pile of medicine and looked at it: "It seems that I won't be able to get any wine to drink for the old man's birthday."
Yu Qianqian reached out and cupped Deng Zhouyi's face, her fingertips gently rubbing his jawline, her tone gentle as if coaxing a child:
"Be good and wait for me in the ward. I'll go and get you discharged. After that, we'll pack up and go home."
Deng Zhouyi looked at her eyes, which showed concern and a bit of silly seriousness.
His heart warmed, and he reached out to put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his arms.
He was more than half a head taller than her, and at this moment he looked down at her red earlobe.
He couldn't help but lean over and peck her lips, as light as a feather brushing.
Yu Qianqian's face flushed red, she reached out and pushed him away, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Hate it, this is a ward, it would be embarrassing if someone saw us."
"So what if you saw me?" Deng Zhouyi tightened his arms like a spoiled child, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I kissed my own wife, it's not against the law."
"Who is your wife?" Yu Qianqian glared at him angrily, with a hint of grievance in her tone. "Don't forget, my parents haven't agreed yet."
Deng Zhouyi let go of her a little and looked into her eyes with a determined and serious look:
"It's okay. I'll go home with you this New Year. I'll definitely behave well and make my uncle and aunt agree to our marriage."
"Huh, it's broad daylight! You're already dreaming?" Yu Qianqian said.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly on the cheek.
"Okay, I'm going to go handle the paperwork. You wait here, I'll be back soon."
Deng Zhouyi watched her turn around and run out of the ward, and the smile on the corner of his lips could not be suppressed.
He raised his hand and touched his lips, which were still warm from her lips. His heart felt as sweet as if there was a piece of honey in it.
He smacked his lips, his eyes filled with an unsatisfied happiness - this time, it was indeed not enough.
Yu Qianqian clutched the corner of her clothes, the heat on her cheeks had not yet subsided, and she walked out of the ward with a sweet heart.
There were many medical staff and family members walking in the corridor. She lowered her head and walked quickly towards the elevator.
Her fingertips gently touched the lips that Deng Zhouyi had just kissed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up again.
The elevator dinged and arrived at the first floor. She followed the crowd out and went straight to the window for discharge procedures.
The staff behind the window was busy with their work. Yu Qianqian calmed herself down and spoke softly but clearly:
"Hello, I'm a family member of the patient in Ward 312 on the third floor, number 8021. I'm here to process his discharge."
"Okay, please wait." The staff member didn't even raise his head, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, and a string of information popped up on the screen.
Yu Qianqian stood quietly outside the window, her eyes fixed on her blurry reflection in the glass.
My mind was still savoring the intimacy in the ward, and a faint blush appeared on my face again.
Not long after, the staff handed over a form and a pen through the window: "Sign here, sign all the places marked in red."
"Okay." Yu Qianqian took the pen and looked carefully at the signature area on the form.
She wrote her name, stroke by stroke, in beautiful, neat handwriting. After signing, she handed the form and pen back.
The staff checked it and quickly handed out the medical record, fee receipt and a printed A4 paper through the window:
"The discharge procedures have been completed. Here are the medical records and receipts, and this note.
It lists the diet, daily routine, and follow-up appointment times. Go home and follow them carefully so that the patient can get more rest."
"Thank you!" Yu Qianqian took it with both hands and carefully put the receipt and medical record book into her bag.
He carefully looked at the list of precautions again before turning and leaving.
People were coming and going in the hall, and sunlight shone through the glass door, casting bright spots on the ground.
Yu Qianqian looked up at the direction of the third floor and walked briskly towards the elevator entrance.
She wanted to return to the ward as soon as possible to tell him that all the procedures had been completed and they could go home.