Great Philosopher
Looking at the familiar face that was enlarged in front of her, Jiang Qing reached out and gently placed her hand on it.
"I……"
The girl's expression suddenly changed, and she used force in her hands to push the boy's head aside.
"—Of course I know." The girl's hair and teeth were dancing brightly, and she raised her chin slightly. "Don't make it so serious, okay?"
She glanced at the boy and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"
Lin Nanyan turned his face back, took out a lemon candy from his pocket, and sighed as he peeled the candy.
"It's not easy to be a philosopher these days."
Jiang Qing took it out and threw it into her mouth. As the candy entered her mouth, she squinted her eyes in delight. "Very good. Keep up the good work. Maybe you'll get what you want soon."
Lin Nanyan naturally withdrew his hand, "Ruyi what?"
Jiang Qing said vaguely while holding the candy in her mouth: "Be a good teacher and be an excellent psychologist."
She stood on tiptoe and patted the boy's shoulder seriously, "Comrade Wang Huacheng's psychological counseling work will be handed over to you in a while."
Lin Nanyan: ...
No matter what the boy thought, Jiang Qing sat at a small table on the side of the ward with an innocent look on her face, her cheeks bulging with round grapes, and she didn't forget to laugh at Lin Nanyan's jokes.
Wang Huaqiang sat on the hospital bed and looked at the expressions of the two people, confused for a long time.
He sat up and asked slowly, "Is there something wrong?"
"I'm fine," Jiang Qing shook her head. "It's Lin Nanyan. He has something to tell you."
Upon hearing this, Wang Huaqing looked at Lin Nanyan. The curly hair on his head was a little messy, which made his face look even paler.
"You... tell me," he pursed his lips, his voice so low that only one person could hear it, "I can bear it."
Lin Nanyan: "My classmates will come to the hospital together today."
"Don't worry...ah?" Wang Huacheng looked up blankly. "Today?"
Lin Nanyan nodded.
Listening to the poor conversation between the two, Jiang Qing blinked in disbelief, "That's it?"
No... just now you were chattering away so vigorously, acting as a great philosopher who was frugal with words. She thought you were a great dreamer, dreaming of a daydream.
Jiang Qing glared at Lin Nanyan, swallowed the fruit in her mouth, and turned to Wang Huaqing, who was still in a daze, and said, "Everyone is very concerned when they heard that you are in the hospital now."
"I told you to rest, but they wouldn't let me. They insisted on coming to see you, saying they couldn't rest assured unless they saw your condition with their own eyes."
"Song Shuang said that he's waiting for you to get better so that we can join the cheerleading team training. Our trio can't do without you."
Wang Huacheng was stunned: "My illness..."
"Of course I did," Jiang Qing plopped down on the edge of the bed, forcing Wang Huaqing to shove closer. "If you ask me, you're just being too cautious. Everyone is sick."
"Let's not talk about the distant past. A few days ago, I even woke Lin Nanyan up in the middle of the night to find me some stomach medicine. What's the big deal about bothering someone? People close to you would hate for you to bother them every day, right, Lin Nanyan?"
Lin Nanyan: “Yes.”
Jiang Qing was satisfied and gave Lin Nanyan a thumbs up for his tactful support. She turned around and said, "There's no need to hide things between friends. We are not strangers."
Wang Huacheng's focus was still on the girl's previous sentence, "What's wrong with your stomach?"
"It's okay," Jiang Qing waved her hand. "I ate too much spicy barbecue and it gave me a stomachache."
Wang Huaqi: ...
Silent silence.
After a long while, he managed to utter, "Eating too much spicy food is not good."
Jiang Qing nodded perfunctorily. Seeing Wang Huaqiang groping out his cell phone from under the pillow and slowly typing something, she looked over in confusion.
Wang Huacheng noticed it and explained gently, "My mother said to prepare a few more little golden sheep."
Jiang Qing: ...As expected of our Aunt Yang.
Lin Nanyan looked at the time and gave Jiang Qing a look. Jiang Qing understood immediately and found an excuse to slip out with Lin Nanyan.
"Are we there yet?" she asked.
Lin Nanyan: "Looking at the time, they should be at the hospital entrance."
Jiang Qing stretched out her hand and Lin Nanyan handed her his cell phone.
Jiang Qing skillfully unlocked the phone, clicked on it, and joined the new group she had just created that morning.
[Southern Clouds: Links, Links, Images, Popular Science]
She first threw a lot of dense text into the group, and then spoke quickly.
[Nanfang's Cloud: I've sent you the ward numbers. Please calm down before coming back. Try to be natural, comrades.]
[Southern Cloud: Waiting for you, no rush]
After saying that, she quickly logged off and turned off her phone without waiting for a reply. To be on the safe side, she took out her own old phone and turned it off as well.
The girl had long eyelashes and was operating her phone smoothly. From Lin Nanyan's perspective, he could only see her rosy cheeks and serious expression.
"Give it back to you..." Jiang Qing looked up to put the phone into Lin Nanyan's pocket, and saw the boy staring at her in a daze. She waved, "Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"
Lin Nanyan came back to his senses and continued, "Guess how long we have to wait."
"If it's just Song Shuang alone, it'd probably take half a day or even a whole day. With Mei Yan and Chen Heng added in," Jiang Qing put her hands in her pockets and vowed, "at most half an hour."
Sure enough, in less than half an hour, three people came up together.
As soon as their eyes met, Song Shuang fired at him like a cannonball, "What do you mean by sending those things?"
Jiang Qing reached out and caught Song Shuang, "It's just what you think."
Song Shuang's eyes suddenly sparkled.
"Okay, it's okay," Jiang Qing patted the girl's back and coaxed her softly, "It's just chronic enteritis. Don't shed tears in front of him later."
Song Shuang's voice was buzzing, "Yeah."
Ye Meiyan walked closer and asked, "When did it start?"
"Since childhood," Jiang Qing looked at Ye Meiyan through Song Shuang, "perhaps because of this disease, I was somewhat unsociable when I was young. As I grew up, I was afraid of bothering others and being ostracized, so I kept silent."
Song Shuang whimpered and looked up, "He's just an idiot."
"Yes, he is," Jiang Qing agreed patiently. "Then you smart guy, do you know what to do later?"
"I know." Song Shuang was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Is it really incurable?"
Jiang Qing had looked up this question countless times before, "Probably..."
Chen Heng suddenly said, "It's difficult."
He met the glances of the crowd and added calmly, "But it's also known as the immortal cancer, meaning the risk of death is much lower than other cancers."
People present: ...
If you put it that way, it doesn't sound so unacceptable.
The air was inexplicably quiet for a second.
Song Shuang blew his nose and his brain came back online.
She turned to look at Jiang Qing and asked, "Why is your phone turned off?"
"Is there?" Jiang Qing looked around guiltily, "Maybe the battery is out."
Song Shuang narrowed his eyes: "Are you afraid that I will bomb you?"
Jiang Qing blinked her eyes and asked, "Did you bomb it?"
Now it was Song Shuang's turn to look around, "No...no."
"It's on the left, yes, that's right," she said, pulling Ye Meiyan, who was being pulled innocently beside her, "Let's go quickly, don't make anyone wait anxiously."
Jiang Qing looked at Song Shuang's fleeing figure and couldn't help but smile. She turned around and met Chen Heng's gaze, who had been looking at her for some time. She asked, "Aren't you going with us?"
Chen Heng raised his eyes, "Last night..."
Jiang Qing listened carefully, "Hmm?"
Chen Heng lowered his eyes: "Nothing."
He turned and strode away.
Jiang Qing: "...I'm ready to enlighten people."
Why are you still talking halfway?
Lin Nanyan, who was standing by, asked, "When are we going in?"
Jiang Qing glanced at the boy who was silently talking. After trying to hold back, she couldn't help but want to poke him. "Tell me, did they even notice that there was a big guy like you standing here?"
Lin Nanyan looked at the girl and said, "You can be more direct when speaking."
"Okay," Jiang Qing's expression changed in an instant, full of sighs, "Lin Nanyan, you have no sense of existence."
Lin Nanyan: He just knew it!
When Jiang Qing pushed the door open again, she was met with the scene in the ward. She stood there for a moment, not knowing whether to go forward or backward.
Song Shuang turned around and greeted Jiang Qing enthusiastically, "Jiang Jiang, come on, it's delicious."
Jiang Qing took the fresh walnuts handed to her by Song Shuang with an expressionless face. She then looked up at Wang Huaqiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, cracking walnuts with a small hammer in his hand with a serious look on his face. Somehow, she felt a sense of powerlessness.
She crunched the raw walnuts in her mouth, looked at Song Shuang who was still waiting for her reaction, and forced a smile.
Song Shuang looked away with satisfaction. "I told you, tender walnuts are much more delicious than dry ones. Come on, crack them! I'll count how many whole walnuts you can crack."
"Yeah." Upon hearing that, Wang Huaqing swung the hammer even harder, and his face became much redder because of the effort.
Jiang Qing moved closer to Ye Meiyan and asked quietly, "Has Aunt Yang been here yet?"
Ye Meiyan nodded, and Jiang Qing's heart skipped a beat. It was over.
"She won't be like this for long, right?" she asked hopefully.
Ye Meiyan shook her head. She was going to disappoint Jiang Qing. Aunt Yang watched the whole thing.
Jiang Qing's eyes instantly dulled, and she told Song Shuang to treat Wang Huaqiang normally, but not to act so arrogantly and recklessly in front of someone else's mother.
Ye Meiyan smiled and shook the little golden sheep on her wrist. "Don't worry, Aunt Yang is very happy that others can joke with him and play together without any scruples."
Jiang Qing fell silent upon hearing this. This shows how much Wang Huaqing lacks friends in Aunt Yang's eyes.
"Eat, eat with big mouthfuls." Jiang Qing took a deep breath, stepped forward, took out a handful of fresh walnuts from the table, and distributed them to everyone in turn. "Come on, don't be idle, let's crack walnuts together to nourish our brains."
Several people in the ward looked at each other in bewilderment as they held the walnuts that were forced into their arms. What was this?
After a while, the room was filled with the sounds of knocking and the crackling of walnut shells.
Fortunately, there was no one in the bed next to me, otherwise I would definitely complain to the group of lunatics across the street about not having them hospitalized in isolation.
When Yang Minhui came in with milk tea, she heard a knock and put down the things in her hand in a daze, "What is this..."
Jiang Qing narrowed her eyes and said, "Auntie, this is just a daily game. We usually like to play like this."
Everyone who heard about his unique hobby for the first time: ...Well, someone secretly tampered with the script again.
Yang Minhui shook her head and laughed. She couldn't quite understand the way young people think nowadays, but she expressed her respect.
"Auntie doesn't know what flavors you like, so I just bought some at random. You can drink whatever you like."
"Thank you, Auntie."
Soon, the ward returned to a cheerful atmosphere.
Jiang Qing was sipping her lemonade when she noticed the vibration of her cell phone against her trouser leg amid the noise.
She stopped drinking water, quietly slipped to the window, and took out her cell phone.
Ignoring the previous series of bombardments from Song Shuang, she clicked on the latest message.
[Song Yao: I’ve made up my mind]
Jiang Qing stared at him for a moment, barely perceptible.
Looking silently into the distance, the sky and the earth were connected into a line, the sun flashed into the depths of the clouds, and the sky seemed to become gloomy.
Coming back to her senses, she typed the next line.
[Well, that's how it should be.]
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