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At the entrance to the clinic.
A pregnant woman was sitting in a chair with a man beside her, whose behavior suggested he was her husband.
Her husband probably noticed that another person had arrived, so he moved aside and ended up blocking the doorway to the examination room.
...There's no need to be so obvious.
Zhu Shiyi touched his nose.
At exactly 2:00, the doctor opened the door, but the man blocked the door and helped the pregnant woman into the examination room.
Zhu Shiyi waited silently.
They came out shortly after, and Zhu Shiyi lifted his leg.
But someone gently nudged her from behind and slipped through the gap between her and the door.
The door to the consultation room was closed again.
Zhu Shiyi then realized that Silky had cut in line.
No wonder they say that going to the hospital alone is a level 10 loneliness.
Although the original words seem to be "to perform surgery".
The consultation room.
The doctor rattled off some medical terms and then started typing: "Your ultrasound looks fine, but your sex hormones and menstrual cycle are abnormal. If this continues, you may develop polycystic ovary syndrome."
I think I've seen this term on Baidu before.
"What should I do?" Zhu Shiyi's heart tightened, and she unconsciously gripped the edge of the table in front of her. "Should I take my medicine?"
Do I really need to take birth control pills?
"You definitely need to take the medicine."
Zhu Shiyi's heart was dead.
Do you plan to conceive?
"No," Zhu Shiyi waved her hand, "I don't even have a boyfriend."
“Okay,” the doctor clicked the mouse, “then we’ll treat it slowly. I won’t prescribe oral contraceptives for now. Instead, I’ll prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine. If your period still hasn’t come after you finish this box of medicine, come back to the hospital for a checkup.”
Zhu Shiyi rekindled his desire for life.
"The next time I come to the hospital, it will be to check my thyroid, insulin, and blood sugar to confirm whether there are any potential chronic diseases."
Zhu Shiyi was injured again.
I have a feeling she's about to die.
"Eat less sweets and junk food, the oil in them is unhealthy," the doctor advised. "But this doesn't mean you have to lose weight. You need to eat a balanced diet, with plenty of meat, eggs, and dairy."
Zhu Shiyi's eyelids drooped, and he answered weakly.
"Also, exercise more, three to four times a week, for at least 45 minutes each time."
Zhu Shiyi's eyes widened as much as a cow's.
She? Sports?
“Finally, and most importantly,” the doctor emphasized, “get some sleep. Go to bed at 10:30 every night and be asleep by 11:00.”
"Huh?" Zhu Shi opened his mouth awkwardly, "Eleven o'clock?"
Living like a caveman?
"No later than 11:30, no later than that."
Zhu Shiyi struggled: "But the dormitory lights are still on at 11 p.m.
"Buy a better eye mask and wear earplugs; there's always a way to solve this." The doctor's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Zhu Shiyi readily agreed.
After picking up the medicine, Zhu Shiyi immediately took two pills.
I feel heavy-hearted.
In a single day, she went from a strong, robust woman to someone suspected of being seriously ill and on the verge of death.
She can want to die, but she can't actually die.
To stay alive, you need to exercise more and go to bed at 11 pm.
What's the difference between this and being dead?
One of the few sources of happiness for young people today:
After indulging in a feast, I lay in bed, played on my phone, and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning.
Pan Yue's phone call interrupted his thoughts.
Zhu Shiyi regained some of her strength.
"At school?" Pan Yue asked.
"No, I went to the hospital this morning."
The other person paused for a moment: "What's wrong?"
Zhu Shiyi summarized it simply: "Irregular menstruation. The doctor said a lot, and it's giving me a headache."
"......Feel sorry."
“It’s nothing,” Zhu Shiyi said, showing neither apology nor shame. “Is there something you need?”
"The musicians said that some of your songs don't sound good when played on the keyboard and they need a sound check. Could you arrive two hours early?"
Zhu Shiyi glanced at the time; it was 2:40.
She still had to go back to school to change clothes and put on makeup.
From the hospital to the school, it takes more than forty minutes by subway.
It takes her an hour or two to put on makeup.
She checked yesterday and it takes an hour and a half to get from school to the bar.
"It might be too late," Zhu Shiyi said tactfully.
“Take a taxi,” Pan Yue said. “I’ll reimburse you.”
Zhu Shiyi also checked the taxi fare yesterday, which was over fifty yuan.
The subway only costs six yuan.
The contrast is so stark, so heartbreaking!
Although the reimbursement didn't hurt her financially.
“You’ve given me enough,” Zhu Shiyi said, not wanting to take advantage of her friend. “I’m going back to change now, and I’ll put on makeup on the subway. I should have enough time.”
Zhu Shiyi quickly took a taxi back to school and rushed back to her dormitory.
But she still carefully chose an outfit and matched it with appropriate accessories before going out.
subway.
There were many tourists during the holiday, but luckily the school was in a remote area in the suburbs, and the subway was at the starting station, so there were seats available.
Applying makeup on the subway attracts attention.
But both Yuecheng and Jinrong are large cities with strong inclusiveness.
In my haste, I didn't have time to think about anything else.
The last step is to apply eyelashes.
Zhu Shiyi rummaged through her bag for a long time but couldn't find the false eyelashes.
I could only suppress my annoyance and apply a layer of mascara.
......
The bar is located on a trendy street.
Zhu Shiyi followed the navigation, but got completely disoriented.
With the deadline fast approaching, Zhu Shiyi grew increasingly anxious.
The boss has a reward and punishment system.
If you're late, your salary will be docked.
Unable to tolerate this any longer, Zhu Shiyi preemptively sent a message to Pan Yue: "I've arrived."
But I can't find the way; the navigation is so unreliable.
A video from Pan Yue popped up.
......
The skill has no wind-up animation; it's a cheat.
Zhu Shiyi tidied her hair, aimed her phone at the screen, found the right angle, and pressed the answer button: "Boss Pan."
“Just call me by my name,” Pan Yue waved, “Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Okay, Pan Yue,” Zhu Shiyi said, keeping her eyes glued to the small screen in the upper right corner, hoping it wouldn’t capture any strange angles. “Where am I? I don’t know either. There’s something right next to me.”
Zhu Shiyi finally deigned to look away, but the angle of her phone remained perfectly still: "FA... and then there's an unfamiliar symbol... I don't understand this store's name."
"Take pictures of the surrounding area so I can see."
Zhu Shiyi turned the camera around and immediately relaxed.
Like an elderly tourist, she held up her phone and slowly circled around, taking pictures of her surroundings.
Only then did my eyes have a chance to glance at Pan Yue on the screen.
The person in the picture is looking down slightly.
The angle of death.
But his handsome face, with its firm skin free of any excess fat, unexpectedly appears somewhat loose when viewed up close to the screen.
"Stay where you are," he said, slightly narrowing his pupils, his long, narrow eyes suddenly closing and then quickly opening again. "I'm coming to find you."
Her long, delicate eyelashes fluttered with her words, as if they could stir up a gust of wind.
"Okay." Zhu Shiyi hung up the phone and stood there obediently.
Should she go buy two oranges?
A gust of autumn wind blew in through the alley.
Zhu Shiyi was startled, and his calves involuntarily trembled slightly up and down and back and forth.
The wind was calm, but my legs didn't stop.
Zhu Shiyi took a deep breath and started spinning around aimlessly.
He casually pulled out his phone.
I browsed through all the apps on the homepage.
...What were we supposed to do again?
She then casually opened the camera app, switched to the front-facing camera, and swayed her face from side to side.
Is this makeup... a little too light?
It must be because she wasn't wearing false eyelashes; the camera completely obscured her makeup.
It's the camera's fault.
She just doesn't photograph well.
She then pulled out her small makeup mirror.
"Ms. Zhu."
A gentle voice sounded from behind.
The magnetic sound of the earpiece has faded, yet it still feels familiar.
Moreover, it is even more real.
Turn around.
Pan Yue, who was not far away, waved and walked towards her.
He wore a short black leather jacket, black slim-fit suit pants, and black short Martin boots.
It was cool, unlike the formal day of the speech.
But as always... they all come standard in black.
“Pan Yue,” Zhu Shiyi greeted in return, “you can just call me by my name.”
It looks too much like a business meeting.
Pan Yue agreed.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered something quite unusual!
Pan Yue's outfit featured metal chain accessories hanging from the front of his jacket and the sides of his trousers.
“You’re so trendy,” Zhu Shiyi teased the elderly man, “punk style, huh?”
Pan Yue showed no emotion, only a polite smile: "Lin Changren gave me a ride when we went out for work."
That feeling is not surprising.
Zhu Shiyi suddenly remembered Qincheng and Pan Yue's flashy casual jacket.
It's probably Lin Changren's doing.
Pan Yue led her to a different angle.
"Do you feel cold?" The other person asked without looking at him.
Zhu Shiyi realized what was happening and said, "It's nothing, just for the sake of appearances."
Her eyes swept downwards.
It was my bare legs.
The distance suddenly increased.
"It's warmer indoors because there's no wind."
Zhu Shiyi responded crisply and quickened her pace.
After turning two corners in the alley, the view suddenly opened up.
There's even a lake here.
They stopped right there in an open space.
Zhu Shiyi looked closely and saw the shop's name hanging on the signboard in the courtyard.
【MEETING as scheduled】
The golden-brown tones blend seamlessly with the storefront, creating a strong sense of artistic design.
“My problem,” Pan Yue pushed open the courtyard fence, “I should have told you it was at Exit D.”
Zhu Shiyi also noticed that there was a subway station exit not far away.
"It's okay."
Pan Yue opened his right arm and nodded slightly: "Feel free to look around."
He looks like a gentlemanly male model.
If you don't just take over the storefront at the station entrance, how can you not make money!
He entered the courtyard with evil intentions.
"This is the outer area," Pan Yue explained.
"No wonder you're from the Tourism College," Zhu Shiyi gave a thumbs up, "you're like a tour guide."
Looking around.
The outdoor area is divided into two sections.
One side is semi-open.
The wooden floor is surrounded by floor light strips; several small chestnut brown tents are set up on top, like a canopy; in addition to tables and chairs, there are also beanbag chairs in the same color scheme in the area.
On the other hand, it's a fully open type.
The cobblestone ground, paved with bluestone slabs to form a walkway, and two jungle-style umbrellas erected, gave it an inexplicable feel, like a tropical rainforest.
In the center of the area, clumps of vegetation, irregularly arranged, sit in various places, silently separating the zones. Like stars, they adorn the space with vitality.
It really does have a camping vibe.
Following behind Pan Yue, we stepped onto the bluestone bricks.
A stroke of genius—
You can't step on any pebbles, you can only step on bricks.
Otherwise, you lose.
She stared intently at the toes of her shoes, taking a step out to the left and then a step out to the right.
Absolutely no stones got on the toes of my shoes.
A dark shadow suddenly appeared before them.
Zhu Shiyi suddenly looked up, his nose almost hitting the wall.
"Emma." Zhu Shiyi took two steps back, the pebbles crunching under her feet.
Damn it, we lost!
Her eyes twitched, and she noticed a wooden swing by the door.
Zhu Shiyi stared wide-eyed.
"Want to play?" Pan Yue tilted his head slightly.
think.
"It's alright, it's alright," Zhu Shiyi said, but after thinking about it for a moment, she stepped forward first, "Let's not delay anything, let's do a sound check first."
It's not afternoon tea time yet, and it's not mealtime either.
There were one or two tables of customers outside the bar, but the inside was completely empty.
The decoration style is the same as the exterior.
The difference is that the lights inside are already on, and the canopy is dazzling, like a crystal chandelier, adding a touch of sophistication to the interior.
"Is this Zhu Shiyi?" On the bar stage, the keyboardist, holding an iPad, looked up and greeted, "I'm Cody; he's the drummer, Billy."
"Hello, hello," Zhu Shiyi bowed slightly and greeted them one by one, asking curiously, "Do you all have to call me by my English name?"
“Just the two of us. When we go on stage to introduce ourselves, we have to say our names. English sounds sophisticated, artistic, and easy to pronounce and remember.” Drummer Billy grinned.
"Then I'll come up with one now." Zhu Shiyi stroked his chin.
What should we call it?
Pan Yue moved his lips in the corner.
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