Chapter 103 Comfort
Chen Bailing went to the service desk to ask about the location of the ward.
On the way to the inpatient department, Lin Chongyang prepared himself mentally.
What surgery did Yang Ziwen undergo?
He won't be in the ICU, will he?
How would he comfort Yang Ziwen if his parents were crying?
Lin Chongyang breathed a sigh of relief when he found Yang Ziwen's ward.
It's a general ward.
Chen Bailing knocked on the door, and a woman came over to open the door and asked, "Who are you?"
Chen Bailing took a look inside and said, "Auntie, we are Yang Ziwen's classmates."
Yang Ziwen heard the voice and shouted, "Mom, it's my friend."
When he heard the word "friend", Lin Chongyang felt a lump in his throat and felt that he was very sorry for his "friend".
He rushed into the ward with flowers and a fruit basket, and was about to apologize to Yang Ziwen. But as soon as he entered, he saw Yang Ziwen wearing a hospital gown, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a small table on it, on which were fried chicken, French fries and Coke.
On the packaging, the Colonel Sanders is smiling kindly.
Lin Chongyang: “?”
Is this correct?
If you ignore the hospital background, he looks like nothing is wrong, like he is on a picnic.
Seeing the fruits and flowers in Lin Chongyang's hands, Yang Ziwen gnawed on a chicken wing while greeting him, "Tsk tsk, you're so polite even though you're here right now?"
His mother took the flowers and fruits and placed them on the bedside table: "You guys chat, there's no water, I'll go get some."
She walked out, closing the door of the ward behind her.
Chen Bailing handed the notebook to Yang Ziwen and introduced them to him one by one: "Zhao Zhao asked me to bring you the questions from their training class this week. She said to find her in the group if you have any questions. And this week's class notes, Brother Xiong gave them to you."
Yang Ziwen took it and flipped through the pages: "It's really well written, thank you."
He said, pushing the bucket of chicken wings forward: "Have you eaten yet? Want some?"
Chen Bailing waved her hand: "I'll go home for dinner later."
Lin Chongyang's mood had been through a rollercoaster, and now he was filled with resentment. He sat down beside the bed and pushed Yang Ziwen's shoulder: "Brother Yang, what's wrong with you? Why are you lying in the hospital and eating this?"
Yang Ziwen pushed his hand away with a look of "you don't understand" on his face: "You should enjoy life to the fullest when you are happy. You should only eat when you are in the hospital, okay? If you really have to avoid this and that, you might as well die early."
Lin Chongyang adhered to the principle that if he ate one more Yang Ziwen would eat one less, he took a chicken wing root and asked while chewing on it, "What's the dietary restriction?"
"Oh my god, that's too much." Yang Ziwen jumped to his feet and counted on his fingers: "Let's forget about not smoking, not drinking, not eating spicy food, not eating offal, but snacks, sweets, beef, mutton, seafood, fish, shrimp, milk... Anyway, there's no way to finish it."
It does sound like a lot.
Lin Chongyang remembered that when they ate hot pot together, Yang Ziwen was basically not picky except for not liking spicy food. He ate a lot of beef and mutton, and even tried pig brains.
"You're being too careless." Lin Chongyang sighed, "Can't you just follow the doctor's orders and eat as much as you want when you're well?"
Yang Ziwen smiled innocently: "It can't be cured."
"Ah?" Lin Chongyang was confused: "What disease?"
Yang Ziwen scratched his head, his tone nonchalant: "You must not have heard that diseases of the immune system will not kill you, so you should eat and drink as you please. If you stick your head out, you will get hurt. If you shrink your head, you will get hurt too."
Lin Chongyang had indeed never heard of it. When he heard that it was incurable, the only things that came to his mind were cancer and leukemia.
He wanted to ask what the disease was, but Chen Bailing kicked him hard.
The force was so strong that Yang Ziwen also noticed the bed shaking: "What's wrong?"
"He didn't sit still." Chen Bailing said expressionlessly, then smiled and asked with concern: "When will Brother Yang be discharged from the hospital?"
Yang Ziwen: "Next week, I feel like I could have left a long time ago. The doctor insisted that I stay for observation. I really want to go back."
Lin Chongyang didn't give up and continued to ask, "Have you seen any other doctors? What about Chinese medicine?"
Chen Bailing looked at him in slight surprise.
"Please spare me." Yang Ziwen shifted his butt and saw that his mother had not returned yet. He said, "Some time ago, I took too much medicine and my knees hurt. My mother insisted on taking me to see a doctor. The doctor gave me acupuncture. Have you heard of that?"
"It's just this long." He stretched out his index finger and thumb and pinched a semicircle. "He heated it red over an alcohol lamp before stabbing you. He said it was to drive away the cold. It hurt so much, I screamed more miserably than when a pig was slaughtered during Chinese New Year. The Ten Cruelest Punishments of the Qing Dynasty were no more than this."
Yang Ziwen still felt a lingering fear as he thought about it: "At the end, when black blood came out, do you know what he said? He said, 'Look, it's detoxifying.' I was like, 'Holy crap, isn't this venous blood?' Are you taking me for granted that I haven't studied biology?"
Yang Ziwen did not shy away from talking about his illness at all, and his tone was very relaxed, which made both of them laugh.
"In a hurry, you'll try anything. It's better to keep a positive attitude." Yang Ziwen patted his chest. "Well, let's not talk about that. Is the class representative from the competition class dominating again? I see Chen Gou giving her homework every day. It scares the people from other schools."
"Yes." Chen Bailing said, "She said yesterday that her teacher should pay her a teaching assistant salary."
Yang Ziwen: "It would be good to pay her salary. After that, we can ask her to have a meal."
The three of them chatted for a while before Chen Bailing and Lin Chongyang left.
Outside the ward, Yang Ziwen's mother was sitting on a bench. Apparently, she had been waiting outside for a long time. When she saw them come out, she stood up quickly and asked, "Are you going back?"
"Yeah." Chen Bailing nodded: "We won't bother you anymore. Goodbye, Auntie."
The woman looked at the two of them, a little dazed and said, "Okay, okay, goodbye."
The two walked out of the hospital.
Lin Chongyang came out of the ward with his head down and said nothing.
Chen Bailing glanced at him and said, "Why do I feel that you are not as good as Brother Yang? Oh, no, I should say that you are far worse than Brother Yang."
"Hey." Lin Chongyang rubbed his face a little irritably and said, "How have I offended you, Miss Chen?"
Chen Bailing was too lazy to pay attention to him.
After a moment of silence, Lin Chongyang said, "You don't want to tell me that Brother Yang is already so miserable, so that I can compare myself to Brother Yang and feel how happy I am, right?"
"Do you think I'm crazy?" Chen Bailing laughed angrily: "Am I as brainless as you?"
"You can still say I'm stupid even if you count backwards this time."
"You didn't want to study Chinese and didn't do well on the Chinese test, and I didn't want to study so I got the last place on the test. What's the problem?"
Chen Bailing defeated Lin Chongyang using Lin Chongyang's logic.
Lin Chongyang really couldn't tell what was wrong for a moment.
People were coming and going in the hospital, everyone was in a hurry, with either anxious or sad expressions on their faces.
Lin Chongyang simply sat on the steps of the roadside flower bed.
Seeing this, Chen Bailing also stopped.
After a while, Lin Chongyang said, "You said that I failed the class representative exam and my mentality collapsed. Actually, you are right."
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