Chapter 130 Can't Wait
"Melbourne's weather is like a mystery."
Ji Shu, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, came in carrying a nutritional meal.
She was wearing a thin down jacket yesterday, but today it's so hot it feels like summer.
Zhu Fan, dressed in a hospital gown, sat back on the hospital bed, flipping through a magazine to pass the time.
When she saw Aunt Shu come in, she put down the book she was holding.
She handed Aunt Shu a few tissues so she could wipe her sweat.
The air conditioning was on in the ward, and the temperature was comfortable.
Although Zhu Fan was still physically weak, he was in good spirits.
Ji Shu first set up the table and placed the porridge in front of Zhu Fan.
Zhu Fan smiled and held out his hand to Aunt Shu, not in a hurry to eat.
Ji Shu handed the newly bought phone to Zhu Fan, "It's a new phone, and the SIM card is already inserted, so you can use it right away."
The other two bags contained newly bought changes of clothes.
Zhu Fan didn't rush to change her clothes; she first turned on her new phone.
Aunt Shu has already downloaded some useful software for her.
She logged into her WeChat account.
There are too many messages popping up on the WeChat interface.
Zhu Fan stared at the 99+ red dots on Fang Qizhou's profile picture.
Zhu Fan couldn't reach the top no matter how hard he tried.
Those unanswered calls and unreply messages are like fine needles, pricking your fingertips. You can't see the blood, but the pain travels all the way to your heart.
At this moment, her desire to see Fang Qizhou and touch him surged wildly.
Ji Shu noticed something was wrong with her. "Does your wound hurt again?"
Zhu Fan looked up from her phone, her eyes already red, but not from the pain of her wound.
She shook her head at Aunt Shu, her voice strained: "Aunt Shu, can I be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow?"
Ji Shu's expression turned serious. "No. The incision hasn't healed yet, and the inflammation hasn't subsided. The doctor said I need to stay in the hospital for a week."
Zhu Fan grabbed Aunt Shu's hem, her voice stubborn: "I want to go back to China as soon as possible, Aunt Shu, please."
Ji Shu sat down on the edge of the bed, her tone softening, "Only when you're healthy can those who worry about you and care about you feel at ease."
Zhu Fan lifted her clothes to show Aunt Shu the surgical wound on her stomach that was slowly healing: "Stay in the hospital for three more days, then we'll go back to China. A week is too long."
The little girl's movements were like a kitten peeking out its soft belly, trying to negotiate.
Ji Shu opened the food box and handed the spoon to Zhu Fan, "The person you want to see arrived in Melbourne an hour ago."
She had barely finished speaking when the ward door was pushed open.
Zhu Fan leaned against the rocking hospital bed, looking towards the ward door.
The moment she saw Fang Qizhou, her eyelashes trembled very slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Time seems to freeze for a moment.
Zhu Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, focusing on his face.
Her gaze moved from his brow bone to the taut lines of his jaw and the deep weariness and bloodshot look in his eyes.
Fang Qizhou.
Her eyes reddened visibly. It wasn't a sudden surge of tears, but a slow, spreading moisture that quickly soaked into her bright eyes.
Without thinking, Zhu Fan's body acted before her mind, and she threw off the covers to get out of bed. Suddenly, the IV tube was pulled, and the IV bag swayed, creating a chaotic blur of light and shadow.
"Don't move." Fang Qizhou took long strides and almost instantly reached the bedside, his hand firmly pressing down on her thin shoulder, pulling her back to the bedside.
Fang Qizhou held Zhu Fan's hand tightly as it rested on the hospital bed.
It was so tight that her fingers ached.
Zhu Fanchao Fang Qizhou opened his arms.
Fang Qizhou's movements were gentle. "Will holding you aggravate your wound?"
Fang Qizhou's voice was so hoarse that it sounded unfamiliar to Zhu Fan.
He has lost a lot of weight.
Carrying a body covered in dust and weariness.
Zhu Fan shook his head vigorously.
As Fang Qizhou gently pulled her into his arms, she smelled his familiar scent, and tears welled up instantly. "Didn't I tell you... to wait for me to come back in Beijing?"
Fang Qizhou's gaze fell on the medical tape on the back of her hand.
The bluish veins were clearly visible under the overly pale skin.
The anxiety of a twelve-hour flight, traversing seasons, dawn and dusk, and half the globe, was relieved the moment I saw Zhu Fan.
Fang Qizhou's fingertips trembled slightly. He cupped her hands in his own, lowered his head, and gently pressed his forehead against the back of her hand: "I can't wait."
This action almost drained Fang Qizhou of all his strength.
Zhu Fan was heartbroken.
She cupped Fang Qizhou's cheek with the hand that was receiving the IV drip.
Before him was Fang Qizhou, whom he could see and touch.
"Fang Qizhou, how long has it been since you slept?"
She looked at the newly sprouted bluish stubble on his chin and touched the scabbed wound from shaving with her fingertips.
Fang Qizhou's eyes were bloodshot like a spider web.
Zhu Fan leaned forward and kissed his eyes.
The two faces were touching.
Fang Qizhou wiped away the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, then pressed his forehead against her brow, their eyelashes almost overlapping.
"Not sleepy."
Zhu Fan touched the dark circles under his eyes with her finger, "You're lying."
Fang Qizhou remained in his position, looking down to examine the surgical wound on her abdomen.
Zhu Fan grasped his hand and kissed his lips before he could.
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