137. 100 Things I Dare Not Do
Ling Ling rolled her eyes at Ming Tong and said, "If there were a fire, wouldn't you have to jump like this? It's a good survival exercise." "If you compare the risk of survival to the risk of paralysis, I can jump; but right now, it's just for the brief thrill, so I'd better be cautious." Ming Tong still hesitated. Ling Ling dragged him towards the project, saying, "I see you're living too cautiously. Sometimes you need to act rashly; that's the only way to have something to remember in your long life. What people remember is not the Qiantang River, but the Qiantang River tide, right? Let's go!" But everyone lined up, and when Ming Tong's turn was almost here, he still wanted to back out. Ling Ling then said, "How about this? Let's make a promise today: I'll accompany you to do 100 things you've never dared to do before. How about this jump? Count us in first." Zhong Ming Tong finally mustered up the courage and leaped with a scream. A new exhilaration washed over him, as if opening the door to a new world. On the other side of the door, Ling Ling waited for him with a burst of joy. After a brief respite, Ling Ling plunged back into her work, day and night. Sometimes, after Ming Tong finished his late-night shift, he'd look up and see the light still on in her window. With the economic downturn now and all industries struggling, fewer clients were approaching them for advertising. When they finally landed a decent client, Ling Ling and her team had to serve the financial sponsor like dutiful children and grandchildren. If they were faced with a difficult client, it would be like treading on thin ice, a dance in shackles. After much travail, the client finally approved the latest draft. Ling Ling took the opportunity to fix the last few minor flaws they'd raised, and with a deep sigh of relief, she sent it off. Glancing at the clock, it was already two in the morning. She quickly washed up and went to bed. Drowsy, Ling Ling turned over, a sharp dizziness forcing her to open her eyes, only to see the world suddenly unbalanced before her. Her heart was churning with the urge to vomit. She struggled to get out of bed and walked across the dim room. She saw not a single horizontal line in the room; all horizontal surfaces seemed tilted. Even kneeling on the floor, she couldn't find her balance. The dizziness was excruciating. She practically crawled to the bathroom, holding onto the wall, and vomited violently over the toilet, but the symptoms didn't subside. She thought, This is it! She must have had a brain hemorrhage and was going to die suddenly. She began to imagine that she would soon be like the headlines in the social news: Zhang Xiao...
Ling Ling rolled her eyes at Ming Tong and said, "If there was a fire, wouldn't you have to jump like this? This is a good survival drill."
"If I compare the risk of survival with the risk of paralysis, I can jump; but now I'm just looking for a short-term thrill, so I'd better be cautious." Mingtong still hesitated and didn't dare to go.
Ling Ling dragged him towards the project and said, "I see you're living too cautiously. Sometimes you need to act rashly, so you can have something to remember in your long life. What people remember is not the Qiantang River, but the Qiantang River tide, right? Let's go!"
But even after everyone lined up, when Mingtong's turn was almost here, he still wanted to back out. Ling Ling then said, "How about this? Let's make a pact starting today. I'll accompany you to do 100 things you've never dared to do before. How about that? Starting with this jump, count as the first one."
Zhong Mingtong finally mustered up the courage and leaped down with a scream. A surge of exhilaration he had never experienced before washed over him, as if a new world had opened up for him. On the other side of the gate, Ling Ling waited for him, cheering and leaping for joy.
After a brief break, Lingling plunged back into her work day and night. Sometimes, after Mingtong finished his late night shift, he would look up and see the light in her window still on.
With the current economic downturn and various industries struggling, even fewer clients are looking for advertising opportunities. When they finally manage to land a decent client, Ling Ling and her team have to serve the financial sponsor like dutiful children and grandchildren. If they encounter a difficult client, they're like treading on thin ice, shackled and forced to dance on it.
After much hardship, the client finally approved the latest draft. Ling Ling took the opportunity to fix the last few minor flaws they'd pointed out, and with a deep sigh, she sent it off. Glancing at the clock, it was already two in the morning. She quickly washed up and went to bed.
Ling Ling rolled over in a daze, her eyes forced open by the intense dizziness. But when she did, she saw the world suddenly unbalanced. She felt like vomiting, and with difficulty, she climbed out of bed. As she walked, she saw not a single horizontal line in the dim room. All horizontal surfaces seemed tilted, and even kneeling on the ground, she couldn't find a fulcrum for balance.
The dizziness was so excruciating that she practically crawled to the bathroom, holding onto the wall. She vomited violently, but the symptoms didn't subside. She thought, This is it! She must have had a brain hemorrhage and was going to die suddenly. She began to imagine that she would soon end up like the headlines she saw on the social news: "Ms. Zhang, 28, died suddenly at home alone after working overtime."
While her mind was still clear, she relied on her strong willpower to crawl to the living room, picked up her cell phone and called Zhong Mingtong.
Fortunately, due to his job, Mingtong never turned his phone to silent mode or Do Not Disturb mode. He rushed over and saw Lingling sweating profusely, her face sallow. She couldn't even sit on the sofa, so she could only slump to the ground with her head tilted to one side, barely finding a sense of balance to relieve the severe dizziness.
Mingtong called an ambulance and then gave her a simple diagnosis while waiting.
Ling Ling thought she was about to die. She might soon be diagnosed with a brainstem hemorrhage and fall into a coma and become a vegetable. So she grabbed Mingtong's hand tightly and said her last words incoherently: "Mingtong, you may be the last person I see before I wake up, so I have to explain to you-"
"Lingling, don't worry, you should be fine." Mingtong put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her.
"No, I have to say..." Before she could finish her words, she turned around and hugged the toilet to vomit violently. After vomiting, she continued to say tremblingly: "My bank card password is 060809 - Lingshun Lingfa Lingjiu. There are less than 100,000 yuan in the bank, which is my working capital. The loan for this house has not been paid off yet. If I die, please help me sell it to pay off the loan. The rest of the money should be given to Longjia. He still has a mother to support. His life must be difficult now. I have to ask him to visit Shengnan and me often in the future."
Mingtong said to her with a look of confusion, "My preliminary diagnosis is that you just have otolithiasis, not a cerebral hemorrhage, so don't worry, just go to the hospital and get a vestibular repositioning done."
Ling Ling still didn't believe it. She was in so much pain that she felt she must be near death. So she continued, "If I die, I want to be buried near Sheng Nan. Please find me a grave. Alas, what's the point of being human? Even after death, even the ashes aren't complete. Some fragments are left at the crematorium. Death is instantaneous, so I should enjoy myself while I'm still alive, right?"
Mingtong had no choice but to coax her into saying yes, and then accompanied her through another round of vomiting.
After vomiting this time, Ling Ling looked a little weak. She half-hugged Ming Tong's arm and said, "Doctor Zhong, I think you're very good, and I like you very much. It's just that due to the invisible rules and regulations in my mind, I don't know if we should really be together now. But I think, when half of my ashes are placed in a square little box, all this will be nothing. But if I really die, you can help me take care of my funeral and forget about me. It's my pity that I missed you; it's your luck that you didn't get dragged down by me."
Zhong Mingtong was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't expect her to say this. He pulled out his arms and held her in his arms. She felt a warmth of being cherished when he held her.
"You will be fine, don't worry anymore. Then let's officially be together now, and we will be fine in the future, okay?" Mingtong's voice was gentle.
The ambulance took her to the hospital for a CT scan, confirming that Lingling didn't have a cerebral hemorrhage. As Mingtong had predicted, she suffered from benign paroxysmal positional vertigo, commonly known as otolithiasis. At around 5 or 6 a.m., the department responsible for the vestibular repositioning procedure was still closed, so the emergency doctor gave her an anti-nausea injection. She stopped vomiting and was able to rest in the hospital hallway, resting her head on Mingtong's shoulder. After 8 a.m., Mingtong accompanied her through the repositioning procedure. The entire process was excruciating, and she nearly fell off the examination bed due to the dizziness. Fortunately, he stayed by her side, holding her hand tightly. She felt a sense of security and close companionship.
After the reduction, Ling Ling was able to get out of bed and walk around immediately. Modern medicine is really amazing, she secretly sighed.
After Mingtong sent her home, she still wanted to finalize the plan with the client who responded last night. Mingtong pushed her down on the bed unhappily, asked her to take the medicine prescribed by the hospital, and then helped her wrap the quilt tightly. He said to her: "Although there are many causes of otolithiasis, your attack this time is obviously caused by irregular sleep and excessive work pressure. Look at the Zhenxin Granules and Wuling Capsules prescribed by the doctor, they are all for treating generalized anxiety and insomnia. Good sleep is the best prescription. Don't think about those jobs anymore. When you thought you were dying in the early morning and made arrangements for your funeral, why didn't you tell me how to help you pass on the message to the client? Because they are not that important at all, right?"
Ling Ling agreed with his advice, but she still stuttered nervously, "But, I, I survived after all, so I still have to pay the mortgage next month, right? Well, I'll tell my colleagues to follow up. I'm sick today, so I'll take a day off. Is that okay with you, Doctor Zhong?"
Mingtong nodded helplessly, and then said, "Then I'll go see if I can get you something to eat. You vomited everything last night."
He went to the kitchen to make her breakfast, but seeing only moldy bread slices and frozen milk in the refrigerator, he sighed and had to go back to his room downstairs to make it.
When he brought up a breakfast, he found that she was still talking about work with her colleagues. Seeing him staring at her seriously, she hurriedly ended the conversation with Chuqi like a primary school student who was caught cheating by the teacher, and put her phone on the bedside table guiltily.
He set up a folding table and let her lean against the bedside to eat a warm breakfast. Then he said to her, "The medicine you just took has a sleeping effect. Turn your phone to do not disturb and get a good night's sleep. Try not to stay up late in the future, otherwise the painful feeling you had last night may come back at any time. You have to know that every time you get sick, it is your body asking you for help. Please don't do it, please be kind to it. Our bodies are not good-tempered creatures. If you beg you several times and it still doesn't respond, it will give up on you, and then there will be big problems. We said last night that we would be good in the future, so we must protect our bodies and stay together for a long time, okay?"
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