Chapter 33
Chapter 33
The room was very quiet.
On the bed, there was a human-shaped figure wrapped in a thin white summer quilt, the quilt covering its head.
The human-shaped object lay flat on its back, with its arms and legs together, completely still.
It's a bit like... a cadaver.
She still remembers the first time she met the cadaver in her systemic anatomy class. The cadaver was a thin, elderly man who had passed away from cardiovascular disease and had signed a body donation agreement with the hospital while he was alive.
Everyone stood in solemn silence and bowed.
It's hard to describe how I felt at the time—a mix of fear, bewilderment, a sense of desolation, and a certain heroism. For someone who had never considered death, it was a wake-up call, a sudden and profound realization.
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With a mixture of awe and trepidation, Shen Qingyuan tiptoed forward and lifted the blanket.
The person inside the blanket suddenly opened their eyes. They had almond-shaped eyes that were neither too big nor too small, with fan-shaped corners, and were exceptionally clear and bright.
Twenty years ago, handsome men in TV dramas were the type with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and they absolutely had to have double eyelids. Now, the aesthetic has become more diverse, with many different types. Being tall enough and having harmonious facial features is considered a sign of a handsome man.
If Shen Qingyuan were involved in fan circles, she would know that people like Ye Chuyang are mostly attracted to his looks. They call him the epitome of understated beauty, a god of period dramas, and the "Oriental Adonis"...
Ye Chuyang never thought it was particularly difficult to make girls like him; if it were too easy, it wouldn't be very interesting.
When he first gained some fame, a reporter asked Ye Chuyang what type of girl he liked, and he answered that she was a gentle and understanding girl.
However, the type of person you like and the type of person you are attracted to often don't meet your expectations.
For example, right now, the girl in front of me has her hair casually tied in a low ponytail, and she's not wearing any makeup. Her expression is calm, almost indifferent.
She was beautiful, but there were far more beautiful women in his circle than Shen Qingyuan. However, Ye Chuyang simply enjoyed seeing her and listening to her speak.
That's really strange.
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When Shen Qingyuan came out of Xiao Chao's room, she took off her mask and threw it into the trash can in the hallway.
Now she takes a new mask out of her pocket, tears off the plastic film, takes out the light blue medical mask, and puts it on her face.
She bent down to check on Ye Chuyang's condition. The distance was very close, probably only twenty centimeters.
This seems to be the first time I've observed her from this angle.
His gaze slowly moved across her face, imperceptibly. A light blue mask covered most of her face, revealing only her expressive eyes and brows; her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes seemed to be searching.
She looked at him, and he looked at her.
A warm, soft hand suddenly landed on his forehead, and Ye Chuyang heard a question at the same time: "How are you feeling? Do you have a fever too?"
For a fleeting moment, Ye Chuyang did feel a heat rising throughout his body, a bit... hot.
His face flushed slightly, his lips trembled, and his whole body stiffened; he dared not move.
"It feels a little hot." Shen Qingyuan was a little confused. She touched her forehead and compared it to her own. Her complexion was normal, so it didn't seem like a big problem. "Let's take your temperature."
Ye Chuyang remained silent.
"Speak up, where do you feel unwell?" Shen Qingyuan frowned and asked again.
Most doctors don't have much patience. With so many patients, they can't be as gentle and patient as they would be with a kindergarten child.
"Well, I felt dizzy for a while just now." He knew he couldn't make it up too far, giving off a feeling that the White Bone Demon wouldn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Sun Wukong. "And, my back also felt uncomfortable."
This is the truth.
A thermometer is on hand; it's an old-fashioned mercury thermometer, commonly used in hospital wards. A thermometer gun isn't as accurate as this.
Shen Qingyuan walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out the thermometer, and shook it.
"Give."
Ye Chuyang obediently took it and tucked it under his arm.
“Dr. Shen,” he said tentatively, “I’m a little hungry…”
Xiao Chao was too busy taking care of himself to worry about what to eat; he was indeed a bit hungry at the moment.
Lower back pain usually doesn't cause dizziness. Shen Qingyuan thought for a moment and figured Ye Chuyang might have low blood sugar. That makes sense; he's too thin and eats too restrictively.
She knew Ye Chuyang's recipes. Absolutely amazing.
"There's a steamed bun shop downstairs. What kind of filling do you want? I'll go buy it for you."
"Buy a few vegetarian ones, no chives, and also tea eggs and unsweetened soy milk." Ye Chuyang rarely eats carbohydrates and seldom eats out, except occasionally, given the special circumstances today.
"good."
Is there a supermarket nearby?
"Yes. What else do you need?" Shen Qingyuan had taken a walk nearby and knew there was a small supermarket that sold vegetables, grains, and oils.
"I want to cook my own lunch, with fish, shrimp, and beef, and vegetables like broccoli and spinach. For staple food, I'll eat whole grains. I'll buy some sweet potatoes, taro, and corn as I see fit."
Shen Qingyuan said "Oh," and remarked that male celebrities are indeed particular about their food and eat quite healthily.
In contrast, doctors tend to order takeout when they're busy and don't eat on time.
Ye Chuyang observed the situation and wondered if she was being too demanding and annoying people. Her expression, however, remained calm, displaying the awareness of a professional employee.
"I'll probably be troubling you with the shopping and cooking for the next few days." The person propped their head up with one hand, becoming even bolder, "Dr. Chen, would you like to take notes?"
"No need, I remember."
Seeing his condition, Shen Qingyuan was relieved to know that although he wasn't exactly lively, he wasn't going to pass away anytime soon.
But... cooking?
She's not exactly a cook; she can boil eggs and make noodles, but she's completely clueless about other dishes.
Fortunately, Ye Chuyang ate simple food, mostly boiling it in water with a little salt.
Ye Chuyang withdrew her arm, lay back down, and her expression became weak again. "Alright, Dr. Chen, you can go now. I'm feeling a little dizzy again."
Oh, he's dizzy again.
Too lazy to expose him, Shen Qingyuan took her phone and went downstairs.
First, he bought a dozen or so steamed buns, tea eggs, soy milk, and other things from the steamed bun shop downstairs. He needed a lot of things, and going to the supermarket to shop would take quite a while, so Shen Qingyuan brought breakfast up first, lest he really faint.
Xiao Chao also received a share.
Her own portion was already consumed on the way back.
When she went downstairs to the supermarket again and came back up panting with a lot of things, Ye Chuyang had already finished breakfast and was leisurely cleaning his teeth with dental floss.
"Twenty-three minutes." Ye Chuyang checked his phone. "Dr. Shen's stamina is as good as ever."
Being a doctor requires a certain level of physical strength, especially for orthopedic surgeons. Most of Shen Qingyuan's former colleagues had a long-standing habit of exercising, and she was no exception.
However, I never expected that my strong physique would be used for running errands and serving drinks for others.
As a person, you shouldn't take yourself too seriously.
"Oh, thank you."
"I still remember the sports meet in the first semester of senior year. You ran quite fast in the relay race." Ye Chuyang smiled as he looked at her.
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Shen Qingyuan had forgotten many things from her student days. Things that didn't need to be remembered, unimportant people and events, were automatically buried in the dust of time.
She remembered this one, though.
With the background music of "Athletes' March" playing, a sports meet is being held on the playground of Chenyang No. 2 Middle School...
Both boys and girls wore matching short-sleeved collared white T-shirts and navy blue thin trousers. Each student had a small stool and sat in groups according to their class.
The morning sun shone in the southeast corner, and the air was already sweltering. Although it was autumn, the lingering heat of late summer was particularly strong.
"Ignite passion with enthusiasm, and pay tribute to youth through sports."
A clear and resonant announcer's voice emanated from the loudspeaker on the platform. On stage stood Yu Miaomiao, her figure graceful and elegant, her voice warm and full, her movements vigorous and powerful.
"To help senior high school students improve their physical fitness, relieve academic pressure, cultivate their spirit of hard work and teamwork, enhance class cohesion, and create a positive atmosphere for the senior year exam preparation, our school's senior grade..."
A few nosy boys in the class were gossiping nearby:
"Isn't that Yu Miaomiao on stage? She looks quite pretty all dressed up!"
"Yes, it seems so. I didn't realize they were so talented!"
"Of course! I knew it. Judging from the way she walks with her head held high, her family must be well-off."
"Then do you dare to pursue her? Winning over a rich and beautiful woman will save you twenty years of detours."
"I wouldn't dare. You do it if you dare!" The boy chuckled twice and then fell silent.
Sitting next to Shen Qingyuan, Song Ting curled her lip, thinking that these boys were unbearably vulgar.
The sun was so strong that it made people feel drowsy. Some classes were lucky enough to be assigned to areas in the shade.
Class 2 of the third year of high school was rather unlucky, as there was no shade at all. Fortunately, most of the students had brought books, some were exercise books, some were novels and magazines, which were now conveniently placed overhead to provide shade.
Shen Qingyuan had a newspaper on her head and was concentrating intently on her workbook. She couldn't hear the male classmates' idle chatter.
Although the senior year of high school has just begun, some students have already started studying past college entrance examination questions. This is nothing unusual; some exceptionally gifted students have been working on college entrance examination questions since the first semester of their freshman year.
Students in the middle and upper grades are all scrambling around, and it's no wonder, given the atmosphere.
They said they came to watch the sports meet, but only a small group of students actually participated in the events; most of them just watched.
The theme of the sports meet given by the school was certainly good, but theory is theory and practice is practice. A considerable number of "good students" felt that it was just torture and a waste of time.
So when it came time to mobilize for the sports meet, the class monitor was in a real bind. He couldn't find many people who were willing to participate. In the end, the homeroom teacher had to step in and forcefully send out a few events.
Shen Qingyuan didn't apply for any projects. Naturally, no one forced her to take on any of them.
The atmosphere was quite strange. Although the classes had just been divided and everyone was unfamiliar with each other except for a small group who had been classmates before, the homeroom teacher was particularly warm and friendly to the students with good grades.
Over time, everyone tacitly agreed to it.
Song Ting has a shuttlecock kicking event, which is after the traditional track and field events. She's not in a hurry to prepare, so she looks around and observes what the people around her are doing.
On the podium, Yu Miaomiao spoke at length, her male co-host spoke at length, several school leaders spoke at length, and there were also athletes taking an oath and the national anthem being played.
The sports meet has finally officially begun.
After going through this whole process, Shen Qingyuan had completed a set of math problems. She stood up, quite satisfied, stretched, and glanced at the competition progress.
The traditional track and field events will be held first. Sprints like the 100-meter and 200-meter races are usually the most exciting because the races are short, intense, and everyone's attention is focused.
Because of the distance, the athletes' faces were not clearly visible, but Shen Qingyuan could barely make out the "Senior Three Class X" nameplates pasted on their backs.
As soon as the starting gun fired, a group of colorful "little people" rushed forward, jostling each other.
The athletes shouted with fierce determination, and cheers and shouts from the audience rose and fell. The previously listless crowd suddenly perked up.
Because the race was quite intense, many people in the back rows spontaneously stood up to look at the track. Some stood on tiptoe, some craned their necks, and those further back angrily berated those in front for blocking their view.
Suddenly, a scream came from the audience. It turned out that a girl running the 200 meters had fallen.
"Who fell? Who fell?"
Which class are you in?
The news spread quickly: the girl who fell was from Class 2 of the third year of high school. Those around her sighed in unison, a sense of dejection washing over them.
Shen Qingyuan was still standing and stretching her back, so the people around her naturally assumed she was also watching the sprint race. But no one was paying attention to her at the moment.
Shen Qingyuan shrugged, tired of standing, and wondered if she could sneak away for a bit. The sun was getting even hotter soon, it wouldn't be a joke. Besides, her English magazine subscription had just arrived yesterday; if she quietly slipped back to the classroom, she could comfortably browse through it at lunchtime…
As for the competition and the girls in her class who were wrestling, Shen Qingyuan didn't care at all. She often seemed to have this detached indifference about things.
Because it's not important, I don't pay attention to it.
What kind of ability is this? I think someone calls it "isolation power".
A tall, thin boy jogged over. He was wearing a navy blue baseball cap, and because he was backlit, the upper half of his face was in shadow.
However, one can see his clear, almost perfectly curved jawline.
He cut in from the front of the line and walked quickly towards the back, shouting as he went, "We're short a girl for the 4x400m relay. Are there any other runners?"
It turns out that the girl who had just fallen had also signed up for the relay race. She had injured her leg while running 200 meters, so she definitely couldn't continue running the relay.
Those who could run went to the field early, and even Song Ting, who considered herself athletically useless, reluctantly signed up for a less common event like shuttlecock kicking. Moreover, the last-minute change of players left everyone quite bewildered.
Who would dare take on such a hot potato?
They say friendship comes first, sports second, but once you're on the field, it's all about winning and losing. The weight of class honor weighs heavily on you, so there's still a lot of pressure.
The boy repeated it several times, walking from the front of the line to the back, but no one responded.
Time is tight. After the 200 meters comes the 400 meters, and then the 4x400 meter relay.
Tall people usually stand at the back of the line. Shen Qingyuan was tall, so she was in the second-to-last row. She planned to sneak back to the classroom as soon as the boy looking for someone left.
At this moment, the boy walked up to her, but still no one responded.
"Hey, you're the one. Hurry, hurry, we're running out of time." Suddenly, someone spoke in her ear. It was a deep male voice, urging her on, but it was a very pleasant tone.
Almost simultaneously, the man bent down slightly and quickly grabbed her wrist.
They grabbed him and ran.
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