Jiang Dao's illness came suddenly and went away quickly. He stayed in the hospital for only one night and his fever was gone the next morning.
Because the infectious bacteria came from sewage and were not contagious, the doctor prescribed a week's worth of medicine for Jiang Dao and soon approved his discharge from the hospital.
The people who accompanied me in the hospital last night were assistant Xiao Yang and a nurse from the medical team.
It’s not that Chu Yinlong was unwilling to stay with Jiang Dao, but Xiao Yang, together with the assistant director and the chief artist, worked together from inside and outside, and with Jiang Dao’s persuasion, they finally forced Chu Yinlong back to the villa to rest.
That morning, Chu Yinlong did not come to pick Jiang Dao up from the hospital, but went to the set as planned. As the director and lead actor of "Red Owl", he cannot be too willful and stop the entire crew just for an actor who has already finished filming.
Fortunately, Jiang Dao didn’t really care.
He had long been accustomed to enduring the pain alone, and did not feel wronged. Instead, he thought that staying overnight was a bit unnecessary - there was no shortage of medicines in this world, and medical methods were more advanced. There were also professional doctors on duty all the time, and the monitoring equipment in the single ward was sensitive. Even if something really happened, Jiang Dao did not need to press the bell, the nurse would receive the alarm immediately.
So he originally wanted to persuade his assistant and medical staff to go back.
However, leaving the assistant and the nurse behind would allow Chu Yinlong to leave with peace of mind, so he finally agreed.
After returning to the villa, Jiang Dao immediately took a hot shower to wash away the remaining mud and sand in his hair that had not been dealt with last night, and then took the medicine according to the label on the medicine bottle put by the nurse of the crew. After sitting in the house for a while with nothing to do, he went downstairs and strolled to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.
Assistant Xiao Yang was discussing with the medical staff what kind of patient meal to prepare for Jiang Dao. When he saw him wandering around with wet hair, Xiao Yang immediately dropped the kitchen utensils and ran over.
"Hey, you're still sick, why don't you run around without drying your hair! Your boss will scold me if you get seriously ill!" The assistant pushed Jiang Dao into the sofa in the living room and hurriedly took out a hair dryer to blow Jiang Dao's hair.
When he was with Jiang Dao, he was much more relaxed than when he was with Chu Yinlong, and he talked more: "Even if you don't think it's serious, please take care of our boss's feelings. He is almost heartbroken..."
Although, looking at Jiang Dao's mental state, it seemed as if he had a fake illness, he was very calm and composed from beginning to end, and was unable to arouse people's sympathy or desire to protect him...but Chu Yinlong was obviously still worried. From last night to today, he sent countless messages to ask about Jiang Dao's situation.
After drying his hair, Jiang Dao was ordered by his assistant to go back to his room to rest and not to wander around anymore.
He was lying on the bed, watching a few cooking videos out of boredom. When he saw the medical staff coming in with a bowl of vegetable and chicken porridge, he immediately stood up, took it, sat in the armchair and ate it obediently.
Medical staff like this kind of obedient and quiet patient the most. They took Jiang Dao’s temperature again and let him get a good sleep and rest.
Lying back on the bed, Jiang Dao was indeed a little sleepy.
Being sick is a very energy-consuming thing. Even if he appears to be energetic, in fact, his body still craves rest. But he didn't like people seeing him weak. The more unwell he was, the more he liked to pretend nothing happened. This was a survival rule that one had to learn in the apocalyptic wasteland - if someone saw him visibly weak, he would either be abandoned or robbed.
Fortunately, this world is safe.
He was no longer afraid of being abandoned.
Jiang Dao took out his headphones, listened to the magnetic voice of the e-book, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Dao was awakened by a chaotic yet silent nightmare. The moment I opened my eyes, the scenes in my dream suddenly faded away and shattered into elusive fragments.
In the field of vision, there was the dim skylight and Chu Yinlong's concerned face.
"Get up and take medicine first." Chu Yinlong put the headphones aside and touched Jiang Dao's forehead. "Go to bed after dinner, okay?"
Jiang Dao blinked, picked up his phone, and found that it was almost six o'clock. He slept for a full five hours.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Jiang Dao put down his phone, sat up and was about to get out of bed when he saw Chu Yinlong handing him pills and water.
After taking the medicine obediently, he smiled at Chu Yinlong and said, "No need to be like this. I'm just sick, not disabled. I can get up and take the medicine by myself."
After saying that, as if he wanted to prove something, he got up from the bed, stretched, and walked into the bathroom steadily.
Chu Yinlong withdrew his gaze from the bathroom door and slowly exhaled.
Maybe because he slept too much in the afternoon, Jiangdao couldn't sleep that night.
Listening to the obscure e-book on cosmic science, he was still not sleepy at all. He closed his eyes and began to daydream. Some of his thoughts were about memories of the past, some were about imaginations of the future, all in a mess and very jumpy.
Suddenly, the bedside lamp of another bed not far away suddenly lit up. Chu Yinlong half-raised himself and looked over: "Can't sleep?"
Jiang Dao glanced at his phone. It was 1:30 in the morning. He said helplessly, "I slept too much in the afternoon... Sorry to bother you."
Chu Yinlong smiled: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy either. If you really can't sleep, how about chatting?"
Jiang Dao took off his headphones, turned over, and looked at Chu Yinlong on his side: "What are you talking about?"
What to talk about.
This is a problem.
It’s late at night, you can’t sleep, and you and your partner are alone in a room. What should you talk about?
After pondering for a moment, Chu Yinlong said, "Tell me about the book you just listened to?"
Jiang Dao was silent, recalled for a while, and said uncertainly: "The spectrum lines of most galaxies have red shift phenomenon, which means that the universe is expanding?"
Chu Yinlong: ...
Unable to hold back a few muffled laughs, Chu Yinlong shook his head: "Forget it, let's talk about something normal."
Jiang Dao was amused: "Normal... topics between men? What else is there besides sex? Are you sure you can sleep well by talking about that? It won't... oh, no, you should give up sex."
Chu Yinlong said with a smile: "Naughty."
Jiang Dao smirked at him.
After a pause, Chu Yinlong said, "I don't abstain from sex."
Jiang Dao then got excited: "Oh? So you handled it yourself?"
Chu Yinlong laughed: "Obviously! I am a normal man."
Jiang Dao asked again: "How often?"
Chu Yinlong: "Not often..."
Jiang Dao: "When was the last time?"
Chu Yinlong exhaled heavily: "...Do you really have to talk about such a dangerous topic?"
Jiang Dao blinked his eyes: "What's there to be shy about? For example, I dare to tell you directly, once every three or four days, the last time was the day before yesterday morning..."
"Jiang Dao." Chu Yinlong interrupted ruthlessly with a serious face, "I abstain from sex."
"Hahaha..." Jiang Dao laughed out loud, then stopped laughing after a moment and changed the subject in a measured way, "Why did you become a monk?"
This topic is much more normal.
Chu Yinlong cleared his throat and answered, "I was born prematurely. I was in poor health when I was young. I was always sick, and when I was sick, it was very serious. I was reported to be critically ill several times. My mother took me to all the hospitals in Yan City, and even found a private hospital run by foreign experts, but they couldn't find the cause and couldn't treat it.
"Later, she took me to the mountains to pray for blessings, and we happened to meet a wandering monk. The monk said that my fate was bad and that I needed to use Buddhist teachings to suppress my health for a few years before my health would improve... My mother was also very worried at the time, so she sent me to the monk to be ordained as a monk."
Jiang Dao was surprised: "Is it so unscientific?"
Although his time travel is quite unscientific.
Chu Yinlong smiled and said, "It's unscientific, but I didn't expect it to be so useful. From the time I became a monk at the age of three to the time I went to school at the age of six, I never got sick again."
Jiang Dao was curious: "Then why are you acting again?"
Chu Yinlong: "My aunt invested in a movie, and they needed a little monk who could catch monsters. I happened to be a martial monk, so she loaned me out. I was eight years old that year. After I acted in the movie, my master suggested that I return to secular life... But I continued to practice Buddhism with my hair uncut for a few years, while practicing Buddhism, going to school, and making movies, until I officially left the temple."
Jiang Dao thought for a moment and asked, "Do you still chant sutras now?"
Chu Yinlong smiled and said, "Yes. I read it for many years when I was a child, and it is engraved in my mind."
Jiang Dao changed to a lying position and jokingly said, "Then read it to me? Let me also be influenced by the Buddhist teachings."
Although this request may seem a bit strange, Buddhist scriptures can indeed help calm the mind.
So Chu Yinlong got up, found some sandalwood from his luggage, lit it, sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, and actually began to chant sutras for Jiang Dao.
Jiang Dao thought this scene was quite interesting at first, and smiled as he looked at Chu Yinlong with his eyes slightly closed. But before he knew it, his eyelids began to droop and he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
The sandalwood burns out.
The Buddhist scripture ends.
Chu Yinlong slowly opened his eyes and saw Jiang Dao sleeping soundly, but the cell phone and headphones that he carried with him every night were still placed far away on the bedside table.
However, now that his voice has stopped, Jiangdao may wake up soon.
Chu Yinlong stood up and walked to Jiang Dao's bed, raised his hand and gently covered the boy's forehead which was covered with a light sweat. The fever did not recur on the night of discharge, so there is no need to worry too much.
After standing in front of Jiang Dao's bed and waiting for a while, Chu Yinlong was surprised to find that Jiang Dao, who was not wearing headphones to listen to the sounds, did not wake up.
Jiang Dao's brows were relaxed, his breathing was long, his eyelashes didn't tremble at all, and his whole body exuded calmness and relaxation. He probably wasn't pretending to sleep.
I didn’t expect that Buddhist scriptures could have such an effect.
Chu Yinlong chuckled, returned to his bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.
A dreamless night.
The next morning, Jiang Dao opened his eyes and stretched in bed like a cat, only to realize that he had not heard any sound while sleeping last night.
Touching his ear in confusion, Jiangdao remembered that this was the second time this had happened.
"Come, take the medicine first." Chu Yinlong took the pills and a cup of warm water and handed them to Jiang Dao.
Jiang Dao took the medicine and swallowed it obediently, then drank the whole glass of water, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and smiled at Chu Yinlong: "Master Chu's Buddhist teachings are profound, and it can make me sleep so soundly... If I still can't sleep in the future, can I apply for your sleep-inducing service?"
Chu Yinlong had no principles: "Okay, as long as you need me, I can recite scriptures for you anytime."
Jiang Dao blinked his eyes: "Hiss, forget it. Why does it sound weird to me when you say it so directly, as if you want to suppress me..."
Chu Yinlong smiled and rubbed his head.
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