Chapter 54 Half-Ripe Mulberries “It’s just been done very well.”
In a blink of an eye, the teaching trip to Tibet is coming to an end.
Early in the morning, Gu Meng took her pre-packed luggage and went out humming a little tune. She first went to Sang Fu's door and knocked on it: "Sang Fu, are you there?"
It was quiet inside.
The curtains were drawn so I couldn't see anything.
Gu Meng leaned against the door and listened for a while. There seemed to be no movement at all. She turned around and muttered, "Strange, has he left already?"
Gu Meng pulled her luggage down the stairs and just as she was leaving the small courtyard, she saw a familiar and gentle figure approaching from the other side of the high wall. She recognized him immediately and called out enthusiastically, "Professor Zhuang."
"Hello," Zhuang Mowen nodded politely, and after walking closer he asked, "Where's Sang Fu?"
Gu Meng said, "I guess he went to the meeting point first. I just went to the door and called out, but no one answered."
"No one answered?" Zhuang Mowen frowned slightly.
Before they parted yesterday, he specifically asked Sangfu to sleep in naturally so that she wouldn't have to rush to get in their car, so there shouldn't be anyone in Sangfu's room.
Besides, Sangfu's biological clock is probably at this time point. Even if she relaxes and sleeps a little longer, her sleep will be relatively light, and it is impossible for her to have no reaction.
"Yes." Gu Meng answered confidently, "Teacher Sang must have gone there first. I called her so loudly just now, but there was no sound."
Zhuang Mowen said nothing more, but paused thoughtfully, "Your car has arrived. Please go ahead."
Gu Meng agreed and asked, "What about you, Professor Zhuang?"
The man next to him turned around and pushed open the wooden door to the yard behind him. "I'll go check it out."
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When the door was knocked again, Sanfu was still dizzy with stars in her eyes.
She tried to force herself to stand up, but she was leaning against the wall and had no extra strength.
The unbearable abdominal pain she had never experienced before was like countless poisonous snakes that devoured all her strength, winding their way to Sangfu's limbs. The coldness invaded her cell texture, and her blood seemed to freeze into ice.
The knocking on the door gradually turned into banging, mixed with a faint anxious cry: "Sangfu?"
The voice is very nice and easy to recognize.
The table that Sangfu had stuffed in before going to bed last night had not been moved away. If she slammed the door hard, the door would hit the table with a clang.
He paused, perhaps having heard it.
Sang Fu's mouth was dry and her consciousness was wandering, but she had no energy to make any other sound except for low gasps and some words that were too weak to be heard.
There was silence in her ears for a few seconds. Sangfu thought he had left in a daze, but the next second after the thought came to her mind, there was a "bang". The table moved about half a meter away in her peripheral vision, and light suddenly leaked in - the door was kicked open.
She couldn't quite describe the feeling.
It was like a piece of driftwood suddenly given to her while floating on the boundless sea, or like the light that filled the entire room when the door opened.
"Sanfu!"
People who are on the verge of despair have an instinctive reaction to survive, and Sang Fu is no exception. When Zhuang Mowen ran towards her anxiously, her breathing involuntarily relaxed a little.
Sanfu curled up in his arms, her hazy vision reflecting the lower half of his face, which was more tense than ever before.
One hand lifted her hair soaked with cold sweat and touched her cold forehead. Zhuang Mowen's blood ran cold. He forced himself to stay rational and asked in a low voice: "Where does it hurt?"
Zhuang Mowen lowered her head and put her ear close to listen. She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and even tears welled up in her eyes.
He thrust his hand into her cold fingers again, and when she moved he moved with her until her hand stilled.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes, and his gaze paused at that position for half a second.
"Okay, let's go to the hospital."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sangfu felt a coat with warm body temperature covering her. Before she could react, her body flew into the air.
Tibet is at a high altitude and the temperature is much lower than that in Lincheng. Sang Fu is the person who is most afraid of cold, not to mention that she is still weak at this time. When Zhuang Mowen went out, he pulled the clothes covering her higher to form a hollow covering area so that she could bury her face in it to avoid the cold.
Zhuang Mowen kept walking. The cold wind blew over him, and the muscles on his face slowly became stiff because of the biting wind.
He didn't care, lowered his head slightly, lowered his voice and asked her softly, "Is it like this during your menstrual period before?"
Sangfu had half of her face covered. She must have shaken her head, and with a small movement, she gently rubbed the fabric on his shoulders.
It hurt before, but she would take a painkiller and sleep at home and it would go away. But it was nothing compared to now. The pain was so severe that she could hardly hold back her tears.
She was awakened by abdominal pain before Gu Meng knocked on the door. Her period was quite regular, so she had prepared herself for the day before coming and brought painkillers with her. Although the pain was worse than usual, Sang Fu didn't care. She took a painkiller and went to wash up.
As a result, after taking the medicine and washing up, her limbs became weak. She sat down against the wall hoping to take some time to relax, but the pain became more and more severe. She had clearly reached the limit of her endurance, but she didn't even have the strength to scream.
"I understand." Still those three quiet words.
After Zhuang Mowen finished speaking, he did not say anything else to disturb her mind. He just exerted a little force with his arms and silently hugged the person in his arms tighter.
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Gu Meng didn't expect the villagers to come in such a large group to see her off. Before they came, her parents tried their best to stop them. After all, the area was remote and they were afraid that something might go wrong. However, Gu Meng was young and energetic, so she insisted on coming.
After she came here, although she always had a smile on her face, as if she didn't care about anything, she actually hid in her quilt and cried every day.
She wanted to go back and roll around in her two-meter bed, but she couldn't contact her family on her cell phone. The dormitory conditions were harsh and there were no snacks to eat. Each of these things could make her collapse.
Now that it was time to leave, she felt a little reluctant. She sniffed and waved goodbye, "Don't see me off. I'm very happy here these days. If there's a chance, we'll meet again."
The wind blew her tearful eyes. Gu Meng looked left and right, and asked the people around her in confusion: "Where are Professor Zhuang and Teacher Sang? Haven't they arrived yet?"
They finished all their teaching courses yesterday, but there was still a long mountain road to drive from this area to the airport. In order to facilitate the journey, the group chose to set off the next morning.
"Not yet." The man also looked around, "It should still be behind."
Gu Meng thought that Sang Fu came out first, so she didn't pay much attention when Zhuang Mowen went to look for her. Now it seems that Sang Fu is still in the dormitory as Zhuang Mowen guessed.
Sang Fu usually gets up very early, and she would never refuse to respond when she called her. Gu Meng also realized something was wrong and was thinking of going back to check when an off-road vehicle drove over from a distance.
"Hasn't our car arrived yet?" Several people were confused.
Soon, a tall local young man with a tan complexion and a simple appearance got out of the SUV. He looked to be in his early twenties. He trotted over and said in fluent Mandarin, "Hello, are you the teachers returning from your teaching trip?"
Gu Meng nodded: "Who are you?"
"I've come specially to pick up Professor Zhuang and his wife," the man explained. "Once everyone is here, you can go ahead. I'll be here."
It turned out to be Professor Zhuang’s car.
That’s right, Professor Zhuang didn’t come with them, so how could he leave with them?
Gu Meng nodded again: "Professor Zhuang hasn't arrived yet, he must have been delayed by something... Wait, his wife isn't here?"
"You've got to be kidding," the young man said, his hands on his hips, huffing. "Professor Zhuang was just worried his wife wouldn't be able to adapt to teaching, so he asked my brother to look after her. How could he be away?"
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Gu Meng wasn't stupid either: "Excuse me, what's his wife's last name?"
The young man scratched his head and said, "I just forgot to ask my brother. He was supposed to pick me up today, but he had something urgent to do, so he had to ask me to come over."
As he was speaking, he heard someone shout, "Professor Zhuang is here."
Gu Meng looked over, her pupils shrinking slightly. For a moment, she didn't care who was who and immediately ran over: "Professor Zhuang..."
"Professor Zhuang, what happened to Madam?"
The young man followed behind her and asked the question before she did.
only……
Gu Meng: "Madam?"
Everyone: "Madam?"
Zhuang Mowen also glanced at the young man in surprise.
"Are you Nanka's younger brother, Luosang?"
Luosang said, “Yes.”
The man had no expression and looked a little cold. He said "hmm" and without lingering, he strode through the crowd with the person in his arms.
Facing everyone's surprise, he only said one concise sentence:
"Everyone, she's not feeling well and won't be leaving with you."
After he finished speaking, he called out again: "Losang."
“Yes, yes, yes.” Luosang hurried to catch up.
In just two sentences, Zhuang Mowen had already put Sang Fu safely into the back seat, and he sat down neatly: "Go to the nearest hospital, quickly."
The car door closed and began to move back.
It took several minutes of driving on the bumpy mountain road before they could reach the highway. The car that Luosang was driving was already very stable, but Sangfu's face was getting worse and worse.
The pain was on her body, and he couldn't share it. Zhuang Mowen wiped the sweat off her face with a tissue, trying his best to make her feel better.
"Drink some water?"
Sang Fu shook her head to block his outstretched hand, and uttered two words uncomfortably: "I... want to vomit."
The car was empty, without even a plastic bag, and it was difficult to park here.
Luosang heard it and quickly said, "Just vomit in the car, it's okay."
If Sangfu had any self-control, she would never allow herself to vomit in a car, let alone someone else's car.
She closed her eyes to save some energy, but she heard a rustling sound in her ears.
He pried open his eyes and saw that the jacket that Zhuang Mowen had put aside after getting on the bus and had not had time to put on was turned inside out, with the non-waterproof lining facing upwards.
"If you want to vomit, you can vomit here." He patted her back, "Don't force it."
He seemed to know what she was thinking and understood her concerns.
Zhuang Mowen is a bit of a germaphobe. For example, he would take a shower immediately after every morning or night run before doing other things. Sang Fu had encountered this several times.
But he put his clothes in front of her and let her vomit on them without any hesitation.
No matter what she looked like, whether natural or embarrassed, or kept him at a distance, he never seemed to take a step back.
He was right beside her, so determined.
Her stomach cramped and surged upwards. Sang Fu grabbed his arm. Zhuang Mowen turned sideways to block the view from the front seat. The narrow space tightly blocked by him actually became the source of her sense of security at the moment.
He placed his palm on the back of her head, soothing her gently, and whispered, "Spit it out, it's okay."
The second he finished speaking, Sangfu lowered her head and blurted out everything in a daze.
I didn't eat much during the few days here. I didn't eat anything in the morning and all I vomited was acid water.
Only after making sure she had finished vomiting did Zhuang Mowen put his coat away. Before Sang Fu could recover, her chin was slightly lifted up by someone.
Facing his gaze, she subconsciously wanted to bite her lips. The next moment, a clean tissue was pressed against the edge of her wet lips. He lowered his eyes and wiped them carefully for her.
Sangfu also lowered her eyes. His fingers blurred in her vision, moving slowly but delicately.
"Better?"
Sanfu nodded.
"Yeah." He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You did a great job just now."
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The author has something to say: Non-local residents may also experience amplified dysmenorrhea even if they do not have altitude sickness.
May the world be free of dysmenorrhea
Professor Zhuang is a guiding lover [laughing] in every aspect.
I'll feel the intensity of the work again. If I can handle it, I'll continue to update daily. If it affects my spirit, I may have to adjust the update time [poor][poor]
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