Yesterday, when Yu Wenbo woke up and saw Xie Yuyao, he was truly surprised. Could it be...?
But Zhao Honghui reminded him that this was impossible; it could only mean that she was kind-hearted and treated him as a revolutionary comrade.
At this moment, Xie Yuyao carried a teapot to the boiler room and filled it with spiritual spring water.
Back in the ward, she began her work of serving tea and water.
Unlike the hesitant words of the caregiver yesterday, He Wenyao spoke his mind directly when she poured water again: "Xie Zhiqing, Yu Wenbo will feel uncomfortable drinking so much water, won't he?"
Xie Yuyao looked at Yu Wenbo: "I also heard from Dr. Huo that drinking more water is good for metabolism. Will you feel unwell?"
"No! I really like drinking water," Yu Wenbo quickly replied.
He was puzzled as to why his subconscious was reminding him to drink more water.
Could it be that the period of dehydration after surgery was too difficult, causing him to develop some kind of psychological dependence on water?
Seeing that the injured man himself didn't say he was alright, He Wenyao had nothing to say. However, in his eyes, Yu Wenbo was just being stubborn and suffering for the sake of saving face.
The work of a caregiver is tedious and boring. To pass the time, Xie Yuyao said she went to a scrap metal yard to find some books.
He Wenyao and Xiang Wenshan both wanted to go together, but someone had to stay in the ward. Neither of them would give in, so they both stayed in the end.
Xie Yuyao found out the location of the scrap metal recycling station in the county town by asking around, and then headed there.
It is located in the northwest corner of the county town and consists of several simple sheds.
Based on my past experience reading books, I now know that scrap metal recycling stations are treasure troves where you can find all sorts of old items and even gold bars.
Xie Yuyao wasn't short of money, so she hadn't considered the scrap metal recycling station a must-visit place until this time, when she came to take a look by chance.
Upon arriving at the purchasing station, the gatekeeper was an old man with patched clothes but a sprightly demeanor, who was leisurely rocking back and forth in a recliner.
For some reason, even though he looked like an ordinary old man, Xie Yuyao could sense a profound and unfathomable quality in the way he looked at her.
She stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, may I take some old newspapers home to wallpaper my walls?"
The old man didn't speak, but instead lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, seemingly making a cryptic fortune-telling, muttering, "Strange, I can't see through it."
Xie Yuyao's heart skipped a beat. Had she encountered an unparalleled master? Was her identity still safe?
"Grandpa, Grandpa?" she called softly, bending over.
The old man snapped out of his daze and said haltingly, "Oh... little kid, what did you just say? A newspaper? Go on, go on, go find what you want yourself."
"Okay, thank you!" Xie Yuyao couldn't just turn around and run away, so she gritted her teeth and went inside to find the book.
Upon entering, I discovered that this toll station was quite large, with five warehouses, each nearly half full of supplies.
The two warehouses in front were piled high with damaged furniture, porcelain, and the like, which made Xie Yuyao sigh with regret.
These items are now being smashed and abandoned as if they have original sin, and even if you have money later, you may not be able to buy them.
There are other people in the warehouse looking for usable items, especially wooden furniture, which they can take home, repair, and reuse.
However, a few people's expressions and actions were unusual, which showed that their purpose was also to shop on Taobao.
Upon seeing the beautifully dressed Xie Yuyao, they exchanged wary glances. This girl clearly came from a good family; what could possibly motivate her to come to this dilapidated and filthy place? She must be a competitor.
To their surprise, she didn't go into the warehouse to look for it, but instead walked all the way to the waste paper warehouse at the very end.
As she approached, a musty smell of paper hit her, almost suffocating Xie Yuyao. She braced herself, took an inconspicuous mask from her bag (space), put it on, and then went inside.
The warehouse contained not only newspapers, but also books, cardboard boxes, and so on. Xie Yuyao bent down and carefully rummaged through them.
She first found some old newspapers as cover, then looked for some undamaged books, picking out all the ones that were readable.
Half an hour later, looking at the huge pile of books she had found, she decided to stop there.
Among these books are medical books, prescriptions, cookbooks, English books, junior and senior high school textbooks, workbooks, and so on.
Unfortunately, she searched for half an hour but couldn't find a complete set of high school textbooks for both years.
Because of the special nature of the school's books, she even took the tattered ones, even if only half a book remained, to give to other educated youth who wanted them; it was better than copying them by hand.
As for herself, she only needs to borrow Yangmei's book to fill in any gaps in her knowledge.
As she prepared to leave, not knowing what strange thing the old man guarding her was doing, she didn't put the paper directly into her spatial storage. Instead, she put it in a large black bag and carried it out with difficulty.
Suddenly, several intact scrolls rolled to the ground at her feet. Xie Yuyao smiled inwardly: "Do you want to come with me too?"
Anyway, a few more wouldn't make a difference, so she picked them up without opening them and put them directly into the big black bag.
After leaving the warehouse, she glanced back at the mountain of waste paper and sighed: how many books rich in knowledge had been destroyed just like that.
When they reached the door, she said to the old man, "Grandpa, that's all. How much do you want?"
The old man glanced at it casually and said nonchalantly, "Give me a dime, but if you can spend more time talking to this old man, I'll give you all of this."
Xie Yuyao couldn't avoid it, so how could she possibly leave him to spy on her secrets?
She smiled slightly and took out a banknote. "Sir, I have something to do. I'll chat with you another time I come. Here's a dime. Please keep it."
The old man didn't insist, took the money, and watched the girl walk away.
The soiled hem of her skirt didn't bother her at all; she exuded a serene and graceful aura, like an elf walking among mortals, pure and beautiful.
Sensing the gaze behind her, Xie Yuyao left the scrap metal recycling station with a calm and composed demeanor.
After walking a distance and making sure she hadn't left any trails behind, she put many books and paintings into her spatial storage, leaving only her junior and senior high school books and newspapers.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the three people in the ward saw that it was a textbook and began to wail in despair.
They all recalled the fear of being called out during the last exchange meeting, never expecting that they wouldn't escape it even at the county hospital.
He Wenyao, in particular, looked very uncomfortable. "Xie Zhiqing, our study session will affect Yu Wenbo's rest. I think we should just forget about it."
Xie Yuyao smiled and said, "When Yu Wenbo is resting, we can go to the corridor. There are several rows of chairs there. It won't take much trouble."
“But what’s the use of learning these things now?” He Wenyao’s education level was at the bottom of the educated youth team, and he was unwilling to expose his shortcomings, so he was extremely reluctant.
Xiang Wenshan knew his true intention and deliberately tried to discourage him: "Life is long, you might need it someday! Besides, you're just idling around anyway, it's better than just spacing out."
Xie Yuyao didn't say anything more. The road was right in front of her. Whether she took it or not was none of her business.
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