Chapter 55 Half-Ripe Mulberries “I’m not looking at you.”
Trust him, well done.
After vomiting, the dizziness eased a little, but the severe abdominal pain still existed. Sangfu curled up in the back seat. The pain stimulated her nerves and she couldn't sleep.
Fortunately, the car was well-warmed, at least she wouldn't catch a cold again. Her hands were also wrapped in Zhuang Mowen's broad palms. Sang Fu's palms were covered with sweat because of the pain, so he wiped them dry again and again and continued to hold her hands.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the nearest Sino-Tibetan Hospital.
After a series of examinations, the doctor concluded that it was due to insufficient Qi and blood during menstruation, which caused altitude sickness due to excessive weakness, and the altitude sickness aggravated the severity of dysmenorrhea.
This situation often occurs among foreign tourists, but some people have mild symptoms, which vary from person to person. Sangfu's condition, where she couldn't even stand up, is considered relatively serious.
People who do not live in plateau areas all year round are prone to accidents due to acclimatization.
"You just said you took painkillers," the old doctor asked her, "did you have breakfast before taking them?"
Sang Fu paused and shook her head.
"Young lady, painkillers irritate your stomach and intestines. You shouldn't take them on an empty stomach." The old doctor sighed. "Normally, it's fine, but you can't do anything reckless here."
There are still empty wards in the hospital. In Sangfu's condition, she can only rest and recover her strength first.
I managed to squeeze in some breakfast, took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and took two rounds of oxygen. After an hour, my body gradually began to regain strength.
The pain receded like the tide. After struggling for so long, the relief was followed by waves of fatigue.
The ward was very quiet. There was an elderly man lying on the bed next to her. When she first came in, she said a few words, and then no one said anything.
Sangfu's eyelids felt as heavy as if two huge rocks had fallen on them. After struggling for a while, she finally closed them.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Sang Fu, who was sleeping soundly, turned over. Zhuang Mo heard the sound and shifted his gaze from the office tablet to her.
After staying for a few seconds, Zhuang Mowen leaned over slightly, gently pulled out the quilt from under her arm, and put it back on her shoulders.
When he turned his attention back to the work that had accumulated over the past few days, Sang Fu, who was lying on the bed, had her eyelashes trembling slightly, and after a few seconds, she quietly opened her eyes.
She raised her eyes slightly.
The light blue hospital bed slowly disappeared from her sight as her gaze moved upwards. The next moment, the figure sitting beside the bed came into view.
The sunlight coming in from the window was blocked by her bed curtains, but it shone obliquely on Zhuang Mowen's handsome profile. His nose was high and straight, and his jawline was clear and distinct. Even when looking up, there was not a single flaw to be found.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes, flipping the tablet with his fingertips.
Before going to bed, Sangfu accidentally glanced at the contents of his tablet. It was the email interface, probably all about school matters.
When she got off the car, she wanted to try to walk on her own, but Zhuang Mowen didn't give her the chance to try.
As soon as the door opened, she didn't even have time to say the words to go in, her body was already in the air.
After entering the hospital, Zhuang Mowen stayed by her side the whole time, but he was a little quiet. Most of the time, he listened attentively to what the doctor said, and then did what the doctor said, buying breakfast, getting warm water for her to take medicine... He was never idle.
Before she fell asleep, perhaps because he was afraid that she was still feeling unwell, he sat there quietly, doing nothing else and not saying anything, just accompanying her.
Sang Fu knew that even if she said everything was fine, Zhuang Mowen might not believe her, but the fact that she was able to fall asleep proved that her highly tense nerves had relaxed, so he could probably feel more at ease.
Her head was originally very heavy, but it was relieved a lot after a good sleep.
As soon as I have some free time, thoughts start to churn in my mind.
Many thoughts flashed through Sang Fu's mind, but her reaction was too slow and she didn't catch any of them. Instead, she was caught red-handed by Zhuang Mowen's gaze.
Their eyes met, Sangfu was stunned for a second, and then quickly closed her eyes.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
There was a slight sound next to my ear. It should be the tablet being placed on the bedside table by him. Then came Zhuang Mowen's helpless voice: "I saw it."
After he finished speaking, it took a full half minute for Sangfu to prepare herself mentally and open her eyes.
She didn't know if his gaze had never left her, but when Sangfu opened her eyes, she met his dark eyes again.
“…”
She held it in for a moment, then spoke stiffly, "I was just daydreaming."
Sang Fu's voice was hoarse, firstly because she was concerned about the old man who was resting in the bed next to her, and secondly because her illness was not cured after all.
Zhuang Mowen's expression remained unchanged. "Hmm?"
Sanfu paused for a while and said, "I'm not looking at you."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her, his dark eyes filled with something. After a long moment, he said "hmm".
"You know..."
Before she could say "OK", Sang Fu heard Zhuang Mowen add nonchalantly, "But I didn't say you were looking at me."
Sangfu felt like there was a kettle humming in her head. She was stunned for a long time and said, "Really?"
"Yes." He nodded with a smile and answered softly.
Sanfu: "..."
…
It was already noon when we continued to head to the airport. Sangfu rested in the hospital for almost three hours. After the altitude sickness disappeared, the pain in her abdomen was no longer severe. She underwent another examination and only left after making sure that she was fine.
While they were in the hospital, Luosang returned to the village to retrieve his luggage. He also repaired the door of Sangfu's dormitory that had been kicked open in a hurry.
The signal was restored when they reached the Sino-Tibetan Hospital. When they passed through a small town, they changed a car. Losang had something to do in the town and could not take them to the airport.
On the way, Sang Fu lowered her head to look at her phone. Gu Meng had sent her a message two hours ago: [Are you feeling better?]
She hadn't had the energy to look at her phone until now, so she just saw the message now.
Sanfu: [I feel much better now and am on my way to the airport.]
Gu Meng quickly replied: [Okay, you really scared me before. I thought something serious had happened to you. I'm glad you're okay. I'm relieved.]
We'll be there in ten minutes.
Gu Meng paused, then sent another meaningful sentence: "But Teacher Sang, you really are quite the hidden talent."
Sang Fu was confused at the time, but not yet unconscious. She heard some noises and knew what Gu Meng meant.
She thought about it. Although Gu Meng was not her best friend, they had been treating each other sincerely these days. Sang Fu didn't care about the other boys at all. She just felt guilty about their sincerity.
Putting herself in his shoes, she thought that if it were her, she might not be able to stand being deceived either.
One lie always requires countless lies to cover it up, and in the end, the truth will often come out.
Her lie had already started when she decided to marry Zhuang Mowen.
Sang Fu typed the words "I'm sorry" and was about to touch the screen when a new message from Gu Meng popped up in her sight: [I'm so mad/starry-eyed/]
she:"……"
Gu Meng really didn't think too much about it. She felt that whether to make it public or not was someone else's family matter. The fact that the students of Jia University didn't know about it proved that Professor Zhuang must have deliberately concealed it. Who were they? They had only known each other for a few days and were not relatives or friends. Why should he tell them?
"But don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone." Gu Meng typed again, "And you don't know, their expressions when they found out your husband is Professor Zhuang are so weird in their own way. It's so cool."
"I didn't believe you before, secretly telling you that your ring was just for decoration and that marriage was just an excuse to ward off romantic interest. Now, you're all convinced." Gu Meng rambled on, more excited than if she had won a battle.
After finishing her chat with Gu Meng, Sang Fu raised her head as if realizing something. She was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at her and shook his head.
I just wanted to see her.
Sang Fu pursed her lips, turned her face away, stared out the window, and fell silent.
Her black pupils reflected the endless mountains in the distance, and the five-colored prayer flags in the distance shrank into tiny dots, vaguely visible dancing and surging in the wind.
She had only set foot on less than one ten-thousandth of this vast and boundless world, this magnificent and breathtaking world, and was about to return.
Sang Fu suddenly felt a little regretful.
“This is my first time in Tibet,” she said, still looking out the window. “What a pity I didn’t get to visit the Potala Palace.”
Zhuang Mowen followed her gaze into the distance, but in his sight there were not only mountains, but also her.
The tall mountains seemed very small, but her slender figure was reflected in his eyes, occupying almost the entire space.
"Next time, we'll come together."
Sang Fu's figure stiffened slightly. She turned her head, and the light and shadow flowed across her face, outlining her features with just the right softness.
Her complexion was still pale, her lips were also pale, her small, thin face was buried in her thick scarf, and her black hair hung down softly.
The Tibetan sun was dazzling, and the skin on one side of Sangfu's cheek was reflected in the light, looking like snow, so bright that it seemed to melt into it.
When it comes to feelings, he and she are both blank.
But Zhuang Mowen's world was already wonderful enough. He grew up in a loving family, had a successful career, and was strong inside. In terms of feelings, he preferred to be alone rather than with someone who was not good enough, so he left it blank.
Until last fall, when he met Sanfu.
She has the soft and gentle color of pearls, and the hardness of pearls.
Rational and decisive.
There was no thrill of love at first sight. They met and talked, everything was normal. Zhuang Mowen thought so for a long time.
But obviously, it was not normal for him to agree to act with her.
Perhaps from that day on, she left a mark on his blank page, but it was too shallow.
Later, when we lived together, the traces overlapped over and over again imperceptibly, until they became so deep that they could no longer be erased.
Sang Fu didn't say yes or no, but after a moment of silence, she took the initiative to ask him, "Professor Zhuang, when are we going to meet your friend?"
That night, after talking to him, she felt relieved.
She didn't avoid him anymore.
Some things take time, and he is willing to wait until she has thought it through.
Zhuang Mowen paused and said, "Do you still want to see him?"
He mentioned Siming's matter a little hastily.
But if Siming wasn't anxious, could he be anxious?
"Yeah." Sanfu nodded.
"My friends know you, so I can meet your friends too."
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