Chapter 2 I've heard your name before, Bold Kitten! Put it down quickly...
Miraculously, after taking the purse given by his aunt, Chang Xile no longer saw those strange people in his dreams.
Hospital life was truly boring and somewhat annoying. Chang Xile stretched and slowly walked to the window. Outside, the rain continued to fall. Even the usual patients strolling along the street were absent, making her mood gloomy.
Her condition had been recurring for the past few days. She would get worse at night and only get better at sunrise, which meant she couldn't be discharged from the hospital.
But if she stays stuck in the ward any longer, she will get suffocated!
Chang Xile stretched and glanced at the lit phone screen on the table. It was a message from her roommate group.
Xiao Ai: [Wow, Xile, when will you come back? I miss you!]
Ren Qing followed up: [Second]
Chang Xile's mouth corners slightly raised.
(＾v＾): [My dear ministers, please don't be anxious. I will be back as soon as I finish my incognito visit.]
Xiao Ai: [Your Majesty, please hurry up! Ren Mei has been having nightmares these past few days while you're away.]
Ren Qing: [Indeed]
Chang Xile raised his eyebrows and asked a few more questions about the situation at school. After closing the chat box, he couldn't help but look at the avatar again.
After three days, it was difficult to find this avatar unless you scrolled down further.
During these three days, he didn't say a word, as if such a person didn't exist in the world.
Chang Xile was about to put down her phone when a blog post suddenly popped up at the top of the screen. The title read: "Sisters! Stop guessing whether he really loves you!"
Chang Xile has never been very interested in such emotional posts.
However, today, she couldn't help but point her finger and see what was said specifically.
The content of the post is very simple, and the main text is not even as long as the title.
"Because true love doesn't need to be guessed, and it can't be hidden."
Chang Xile scratched her head, took a few steps back, and lay back on the bed. She scrolled down and saw many people sharing their experiences in the comments.
"We've been flirting for three months, and he still hasn't confessed. Seriously, ladies, if he doesn't express his feelings, he doesn't like you!!"
"I just casually mentioned that I might be having my period in the next few days, and he suddenly made up an excuse, saying he was busy and wanted to cancel our weekend date. I was so angry that I laughed."
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It is said that bystanders see more clearly. Chang Xile looked at these stories in the comment section and felt that those lovers undoubtedly did not love each other enough.
However, when it came to her own turn, it was another matter.
Her index finger tapped the screen regularly, and she finally typed two lines.
"I was seriously ill and in the hospital for three days, and my boyfriend didn't even come to visit me or send me a message to express his condolences."
After sending the message, she felt bored again and threw the phone aside. Instead of hearing the sound of the phone falling to the ground, she heard the cat meowing.
Chang Xile turned around and found that the little white cat had wandered into her ward at some point. As soon as it got on the bed, it was attacked by her lost cell phone.
"Oh, Your Majesty, I'm sorry--" Chang Xile begged for mercy embarrassedly, holding the whimpering kitten in his arms, stroking its fur while looking up at the ceiling.
This little white cat is well-known among the patients on their floor. Its seniority here even outlasts some of the newer trainee nurses. The kitten isn't cared for by anyone, but simply makes regular rounds of the wards, earning it the nickname "Your Majesty" making incognito visits. Because of its adorable appearance and gentle disposition, everyone loves it and often brings "Your Majesty" delicious treats.
"Your Majesty" hummed a few times, and after a while he found a place to lie down in Chang Xile's arms.
Chang Xile gently scratched the back of "Your Majesty"'s neck and murmured, "Is it because of the bad weather?"
"Otherwise, why am I in such a bad mood?"
The kitten didn't make a sound, but after a while, it began to snor softly.
Chang Xile couldn't help laughing and thought, why is he chatting with the cat again?
She couldn't help but pick up her phone again and looked through it, and was surprised to find that the comment she had just posted had received many replies.
"Well...if it's not a long-distance relationship, I can hardly imagine any legitimate reason to explain this."
"Back to the question above, when I was sick, my boyfriend was still abroad. As soon as he heard the news, he flew back to be with me without a second thought. To be honest, if it's true love, distance isn't a problem at all."
"Look at the bright side, maybe he's just dead?"
"Sister, the most important thing for you right now is to cheer yourself up. A good attitude will help you recover faster! There's no point in being sad for a man!"
"You're right, daughters should be self-reliant!"
As Chang Xile watched, his mentality changed again.
You are right, there is no point in worrying about gains and losses all day long.
Two people are together for the purpose of getting better. If one person is constantly going downhill, it means there are some problems in the relationship. If they can't be solved, they should separate immediately.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice when the kitten in her arms sat up again and leaned against her neck, as if it could sense Chang Xile's emotional ups and downs.
"If he can't give me a reasonable explanation," Chang Xile patted the cat's head, made up his mind, and announced, "I'll break up with him!"
At this moment, "Your Majesty" suddenly broke free from her arms and rushed under the bed.
The quilt that was pressed down by the kitten still retained some warmth. Chang Xile was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said sadly: Woo woo, why doesn’t even the kitten pay attention to me!
She straightened the wrinkled sheets and found that the purse that had been placed next to the pillow was suddenly missing.
That was the purse that my aunt said could bring good fortune! Chang Xile turned her gaze and saw that "Your Majesty" was leaving the ward with something in his mouth that looked like her purse.
"Don't run!" Chang Xile, who had failed in love but was determined not to lose money again, suddenly had some energy and jumped out of bed. She stepped on her slippers and was about to arrest this little "robber". "You dog emperor, give me your life!"
However, a cat's reaction speed is probably incomparable to that of an ordinary person, not to mention that Chang Xile is a patient. By the time she ran to the door of the ward, the little white cat had disappeared.
There are many wards on this corridor, extending to the left and right from Chang Xile's ward. No one knows which direction the kitten escaped.
Hesitation will lead to failure! It was only a 1 in 50 chance, and Chang Xile didn't hesitate for even a second before choosing a direction to chase.
Because of the bad weather, everyone stayed in the ward to rest. Not many people went out, and the corridor was empty, making Chang Xile's footsteps particularly obvious.
After all, she was weak, and by the time she reached the end of the corridor, she was already panting with exhaustion. She leaned her hands on the window sill and looked down. Sure enough, she saw the little white cat had already run to the bottom of the building, heading out of the hospital. In its mouth, it was Chang Xile's purse.
But Chang Xile no longer had any strength left, and once she chased the cat out of the building, the area she would have to chase it in would be too large, so how difficult would it be to find a cat?
The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. Unless the kitten never returns to this ward, Chang Xile will always find a way to catch it.
Comforting himself in this way, Chang Xile calmed his breathing and slowly walked towards his ward.
However, after walking a few steps, she heard a very unusual cough coming from the ward at the end of the corridor. The cough was not loud, but it was so rapid that Chang Xile didn't even hear the gap between her breaths.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then peeked through the glass window of the ward door. She saw the woman on the bed, one hand gripping the edge of the table, her brow furrowed. After a while, her coughing stopped, but her expression remained in agony, as if she were struggling to breathe. She even fell out of bed in her intense struggle.
Chang Xile no longer hesitated. She pushed open the ward door, ran to the patient's bed, pressed the emergency bell, and then tried to help her up.
But it would still take some time for the nurse to arrive, and this period might be the golden window for rescue. Chang Xile didn't dare to sit still and wait for death. She looked around and tried to analyze the situation. When she looked, she saw a plate of sliced apples on the table, and it looked like several pieces had been eaten.
Considering the patient's suffocation symptoms, Chang Xile asked her, "Are you choking?"
The patient was still conscious. She covered her chest and nodded with difficulty.
When the nurse arrived and carefully examined the patient, Dai Shanyan, she said to Chang Xile with some fear, "The first aid you just performed was very effective."
Chang Xile had just performed the Heimlich maneuver, as taught during military training, on the patient. Although it was her first attempt, she had successfully helped the patient dislodge the apple slice lodged in his throat.
This first aid method was quite physically demanding, and when the nurse arrived, she saw Chang Xile and Dai Shanyan sitting opposite each other on the floor. Both were breathless and pale, and it was unclear who was in greater need of emergency care.
"Thank you so much, young lady." The patient, Dai Shanyan, was in her twenties. Her features were deep and beautiful, but her pale complexion gave her beautiful face a shattered beauty. She held Chang Xile's hand tightly, coughing occasionally.
"I just happened to be passing by." Chang Xile rarely encountered such an emergency, so it would be a lie to say she wasn't scared. If she hadn't happened to be passing by today, Dai Shanyan might have suffocated to death.
Thinking of this, she felt less blame towards "Your Majesty".
After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
Dai Shanyan thought for a moment, then pulled a bunch of sunflowers from the bedside table. She tied the base of the bouquet with the hairband on her wrist and solemnly handed it to Chang Xile. "Someone told me that sunflowers symbolize the rising sun, energy, and health. I'm offering a few of these flowers to you, and I wish you a speedy recovery."
Chang Xile took the flower and felt her gloomy mood brighten up. She gently stroked the petals, which were still wet with water, and smiled, "Then I'll lend you my good wishes!"
However, when Chang Xile was about to leave, he saw the clock on the wall of the ward. The minute and second hands kept turning, indicating the current time: 4:22.
She felt that the number was inexplicably familiar, and looked back at the bed card hanging in front of the bed. It contained the patient's basic information, including the patient's name: Dai Shanyan.
There is no feeling when you hear it, but once the name becomes words on paper, it looks much more intuitive.
She had seen this name before.
Chang Xile frowned, wondering where he had seen this name.
Seeing Chang Xile standing still at the door, Dai Shanyan seemed to remember something and asked her, "Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name? Which ward are you in?"
She gently tucked her drooping hair behind her ears and said with a shy smile, "When I'm free, I'll come and play with you."
"...Hmm?" Chang Xile was still in a daze. She looked at Dai Shanyan and glanced at the calendar on the bedside table.
September 17th.
[Dai Shanyan died at mid-afternoon on September 17th.]
Chang Xile remembered.
In her dream a few days ago, the strange man had a thick booklet in his hand that recorded countless names and times. Chang Xile glanced at it casually and saw this line of words.
Is there such a coincidence?
No, no, maybe it was just that Chang Xile happened to hear her name during the few days she stayed in the hospital?
Chang Xile asked her hesitantly, "When were you first hospitalized?"
Dai Shanyan didn't find the question strange and answered her with a smile: "Just this morning."
The joyful heart sank.
Dai Shanyan was hospitalized much later than Chang Xile had the dream.
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