Chapter 25 How can a man like him be so delicate?
There were almost no specialists at the Saturday clinic, and even if there were, they wouldn't be seen on the spot. Qin Tian made an appointment for a regular neurology appointment.
"The specific diagnosis can only be made after the blood test and MRI report come out," said the doctor.
"Can't it be confirmed based on symptoms alone?" Qin Tian asked.
The doctor hesitated, pondered for a moment, and said, "I can only say that, based on my personal experience, the symptoms are more similar to Alzheimer's. Ultimately, the report is the final word."
She and Qin Yunjie walked home in silence. Yesterday, she had dropped Qin Yunjie off and they had spent the night on the sofa. He woke up in the morning, back to normal, and went downstairs to buy two breakfasts. She thought he wouldn't remember what happened yesterday, but he wasn't completely clueless. He explained that he got confused sometimes with age, but he wouldn't be like that anymore. It was as if yesterday's violent storm had just been a nightmare.
She dragged him to Huashan Hospital for a neurology appointment, but waited three hours before it was his turn. A slew of tests were ordered, and after a few minutes of examination, the only result was this uncertain answer.
When I sent him home, he said if he really had Alzheimer's he would go to a nursing home.
She was upset and felt that he was trying to stop her with words again. His subtext was that he knew you couldn't take care of me, so he went to a nursing home by himself. But Qin Yunjie added something.
"Old age is a time of suffering for everyone. Children should have their own lives, and having someone dedicated to care for them is good for everyone. This is the only realistic way forward."
After he said that, he went into the house to rest and asked her to go home early.
She took a day off on Monday to accompany Qin Yunjie to get an MRI. The MRI was in the morning, so she only needed half a day off, but she was too restless to do anything at the clinic.
After dropping Qin Yunjie off at noon, she returned home and discovered several messages on her phone. Tang Zhixu asked why she hadn't come to work. Song Suiyang also asked. It seemed that her personality was that of a workaholic. If she didn't go to work for a day, the whole world would find it strange. She clicked on Tang Zhixu's chat box and was typing when an instant bank spending reminder popped up.
Meituan Takeout - Hong Kong-style roast meat shop consumption 68 yuan.
Qin Tian was stunned. He exited the dialog box and clicked on the reminder.
The bank card with the last number 9556 was used for payment at 12:34.
She'd been fretting these past few days, unable to sleep. On Sunday, she'd briefly thought of Tong Zhongyuan, only to realize he was already in London. She didn't know if he'd accepted the seal she'd carved, or if she'd only discovered the small box, properly and lonely, on the empty restoration table when she returned to work.
She sat up from the sofa, changed her clothes, and went to the museum. The afternoon workday hadn't started yet, and most of her colleagues were out eating or resting in the conference room.
She walked faster and faster, her strides growing longer and longer, turning the passage, crossing the corridor, passing the carving group, passing rows of metal cabinets, and pushing open the door of the restoration room.
The office was empty except for a familiar figure eating takeout at a desk in front of the window. He turned around when he heard the door open.
"Nice to meet you again." He said with a faint smile on his face.
Qin Tian looked at him for a long time. After a while, she asked, "Why didn't you leave?"
"Director Ming hopes I can help restore the Song Dynasty Jianyao black-glazed rabbit-hair teacup and the Qing Dynasty Yongzheng period ink bamboo bowl."
These two pieces have always been treasured by the Shanghai Museum. However, due to their severe damage, the restoration department was unable to restore them. Director Ming briefly considered sending them to the National Museum of China for repair, but the museum had many other items to restore, so he temporarily abandoned the idea.
"How long will it take to repair?"
Tong Zhongyuan seemed to have just thought of this question. After a brief thought, he said, "Two months."
Qin Tian nodded. The comparison of the porcelain fragments of the two artifacts had been completed, but they lacked someone who could restore them. With Tong Zhongyuan's hand speed, two months would be enough.
"What about the British Museum? You're not going to work?"
"I said there's a misalignment in the rotating bottle, and it needs to be disassembled and repaired." He paused and said, "It's normal for the repair work to take two or three months."
After saying this, the two of them fell into a silent moment. Qin Tian's eyes fell on his takeaway, a Hong Kong-style roast pork rice.
"You..." Tong Zhongyuan broke the silence first, "How was your weekend?"
After he finished speaking, a trace of annoyance crossed his face, and he continued, "I received the seal. Did you carve it?"
"Um."
"It's carved very well." Tong Zhongyuan took up the conversation again.
Qin Tian had a strange feeling. In just two days, Tong Zhongyuan seemed a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what was different.
"Then I won't disturb you while you're eating." She thought for a moment and then said, "If you have any questions, you can come to me or Song Suiyang. She admires you very much."
Tong Zhongyuan's eyes were always on her: "Okay, go ahead and get busy."
"By the way, there's one more thing," he said. "Can you tell Song Suiyang not to eat snail noodles while he's watching me repair my condition? I'm still not used to the taste."
Qin Tian was a little confused. Hadn't he been in the single-room repair room the entire time? Could it be that the smell of Song Suiyang eating snail noodles had become so pervasive?
She glanced back blankly. The door to the private restoration room was open, and the restoration table was clean and empty. Had he not started the restoration work this morning? Her peripheral vision caught sight of an open restoration table in the corner. A Qing Yongzheng ink bamboo bowl was being fixed on it.
"You moved out?" Qin Tian looked at him in shock. "If you move out, others will see how you operate."
A subtle, indefinable expression crossed Tong Zhongyuan's face as his eyes met hers.
"so?"
So? So everyone else can learn from me. Qin Tian thought, but she didn't say it, because she was afraid Tong Zhongyuan would regret it. She said, "Aren't you afraid of quarrels?"
“I can wear headphones.”
Maybe Ming Yuanxing said something very important when he talked to him on Friday? Or did he give him a lot of money? After just one weekend, she no longer understood him. In any case, this was a happy event, and Song Suiyang got what she wanted. Alas, it had to be Director Ming. If she had known earlier, why would she have gone to such trouble? Ming Yuanxing just asked, and everything was solved. Not only was it solved, but he was even allowed to stay for two more months. Two months, enough time for a seed to germinate, enough time for a rose to grow. As long as Song Suiyang doesn't let her down, this is a rare opportunity in her life, and also for the Shanghai Museum.
Although Qin Yunjie's illness troubled her, this was indeed the happiest and most satisfying moment she had experienced in the past three days. She had never been able to control her expression and could not help but smile.
Her face seemed to be bathed in sunshine, her brown eyes sparkled with a childlike joy. Tong Zhongyuan's gaze was gentle, and he didn't realize that the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
Song Suiyang and Tang Zhixu were resting in the cafe. She hadn't recovered from the shock yet.
"Do you think he ran out on Friday and got struck by lightning? Seriously, it's too outrageous. He had a flight on Saturday, but he came to work on Monday. He even took the initiative to change to an outside job."
Tang Zhixu had no expression on his face and listened to her silently.
Song Suiyang continued to mutter, "I guess Director Ming must have done something. He's worthy of being our Director Ming. What do you think it was? Give him some money? He doesn't look short of money. What else could it be? I really can't guess."
Tang Zhixu finally spoke: "Did I tell you that Qin Tian didn't come to work today?"
"No. I sent her a message this morning asking why she didn't come, but she didn't reply. What kind of day is today? The one who should have come didn't come, and the one who shouldn't have come did."
Tang Zhixu glanced at his phone. Qin Tian still hadn't replied. She hadn't spoken since Saturday.
Qin Tian was looking for Song Suiyang. She was worried that if she was even a minute late, Tong Zhongyuan would be overwhelmed by the smell of her snail noodles in the restoration room and would move back in. Seeing her and Tang Zhixu in the coffee shop, she rushed in.
Song Suiyang looked up and said in surprise, "Speak of the devil. Why did you ask for leave this morning?"
"Let's not talk about this for now." Qin Tian said hurriedly, "You, don't eat snail noodles in the restoration room anymore. Remember?"
Song Suiyang was a little confused: "Why?"
"Tong Zhongyuan said he doesn't like the taste." Qin Tian said with regret.
"Then why didn't he tell me, but told you?"
Qin Tian was stunned for a moment. "You know him, how could he say it to his face? Anyway, just remember, don't eat anything with a strong odor in front of him. Things like snail noodles, stinky tofu, durian, and jackfruit."
"What's wrong with Jackfruit? What did Jackfruit do to anyone? He is a restorer, not a perfumer." Song Suiyang yelled.
"He didn't mention jackfruit. He only mentioned snail noodles. But you have to be aware of it. Since he doesn't like it, you should pay attention. He might use this as an excuse to move back to the restoration room. Then it will be harder than climbing Mount Heaven to knock on his door again."
Song Suiyang shut up immediately. Qin Tian was right. It was better to kill someone by mistake than to miss him. Not to mention jackfruit, she could also not eat pineapple. In short, she would not eat anything in front of him in the future.
Tang Zhixu looked at the coffee cup on the table indifferently. Qin Tian bought a cup of coffee and sat down next to him. He looked at her and asked, "You didn't come this morning. Are you not feeling well?"
"No, I overslept." Qin Tian shook her head. She didn't want to talk about Qin Yunjie.
"Did I tell you that Tong Zhongyuan stayed in the Shanghai Museum to repair cultural relics?" He went straight to the point.
"How would I know? I thought he went back to England on Saturday. I just asked him, and he said Director Ming told him that on Friday. I have to say, Director Ming is really good at speaking."
"Have you asked Director Ming how much money he gave him?" Song Suiyang still didn't want to let go of this question.
Tang Zhixu stood up, said he would go back first, and walked out of the cafe.
Song Suiyang was still immersed in excitement and continued to talk to Qin Tian about Tong Zhongyuan's gorgeous transformation.
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