Chapter 9
Two days later, Mo Daoyan accompanied Tong Yufei to the hospital.
No matter how ugly she was with him that night, Tong Yufei, standing in front of the rest of the Mo family, was still the generous and decent granddaughter-in-law, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law. Mo Daoyan respected his grandmother and parents, and liked his younger brother, but he couldn't cater to anyone against his own knowledge. This is what he believed in His grandfather, who produced political power from the barrel of a gun, and his father, who produced a filial son from under the stick, were disobedient to rebels and refused to accept hard and soft, but were also unafraid of power and decisive. His grandfather and father guided and educated him under the conflicting thoughts of fighting each other. He received the most beatings and won the most praises.
He cannot be a perfect grandson, but that cannot stop her from being a perfect grandson-in-law. No matter how badly he does, he is still the son of the Mo family. She does not have so many opportunities to make mistakes. She should just do it from beginning to end. Besides, she is suspected of anemia.
Blue sky and white clouds, warm wind and sunny day.
Mo Daoxing offered his treasured camera: "Brother, if you still have time after seeing the doctor, go shopping with sister-in-law."
Mrs. Mo was delighted that her grandson and his wife were willing to rest and recuperate. "Take more pictures. Xiaoxing said this camera is amazing. It doesn't waste film."
Mo Daoyan firmly believed that his grandmother had misheard. This Canon digital camera was a coming-of-age gift he gave to his younger brother. It wasn't that it didn't use film, but it didn't use film. It used a flash memory card with limited capacity, so it could only take a few dozen photos. Once it was full, it had to be moved to the hard drive before it could continue taking photos. Digital cameras were a high-tech rarity nowadays, and Mo Daoxing treasured it very much. He would give his brother many warnings before lending it to him, asking him to handle it with care and not to bump it.
Mrs. Mo couldn't bear it any longer: "Stingy guy, if your brother and sister-in-law have fun, I'll give you a nephew later. You can't even buy him hundreds of cameras."
Mo Daoxing said seriously, "Grandma, how do you know it will definitely be a boy? The chances of having a boy or a girl are both 50%."
Old Mrs. Mo laughed angrily: "Girls can't compare to cameras?"
Mo Daoxing imagined holding his soft, glutinous, and chubby niece in his arms, grinning, "Girl, I'll take the pictures!"
"That's right. You don't know how much I want a granddaughter after you. It's your mother..."
Mo Daoxing nodded, interrupting his grandmother's clichéd talk: "Brother, go quickly, don't be late."
Old Madam Mo frowned and said, "Don't panic, don't panic. Let Old Yan take you there."
Uncle Yan was Grandma's driver, and he had been working for the Xu family for decades. Mo Daoyan didn't want to disturb him: "I don't drive."
“It’s so cold riding a bike.”
Mo Daoxing led his grandmother back to the house: "You don't understand, riding a bike is cold, but it's slow, and it's romantic."
His mode of transportation was still a 28-bar bicycle, but Mo Daoyan had made some simple modifications, adding a light to the front and rear for nighttime illumination. He only had a bicycle license; he hadn't yet obtained a domestic driver's license. Getting a driver's license used to be a cumbersome process, requiring a certificate from an affiliated unit. The number of places available was smaller than for rare animals, and the exam consisted of numerous items, testing not only driving skills but also mechanical maintenance. Passing a license often took two or three years, leaving some unable to drive. The 1990s saw significant improvements. With the rise in private cars, fee-based professional driving schools emerged, sparking a wave of learning to drive. The downside was the long waiting list, and shortening the time required paying extra fees, sometimes as much as five or six hundred yuan—a worker's annual salary.
Mo Daoyan didn't have to wait for the appointment. The old principal of the driving school was Mo Changlin's former co-worker. When he saw his application form, he gave him priority in the queue, but he declined. His parents were concerned about their reputation for integrity. He wanted to buy a house, and if he bought a car, he would be accused of being extravagant. If he wanted to buy a house and a car in his own name, he had to wait until he was independent and had no rush to use the car, so he waited for the exam calmly.
With the lesson learned from the previous experience, he carried her again at a steady and moderate pace.
Early in the morning, people were coming and going on the street. If a neighbor greeted them, in fact, nine out of ten times they were greeting Tong Yufei. Although Mo Daoyan had lived here longer, he was serious and had a look of "keep away from strangers" on his face. He did not have the friendly and amiable personality of Tong Yufei.
The auntie looked at them with a smile on her face, "The eldest son and daughter-in-law of the old Mo family are a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman!"
A young man working in a glass factory was sullen and dissatisfied: "If his father wasn't Director Mo, would any girl be with Mo Daoyan, a man so bad he couldn't even make a fart? He can't even coax anyone. Don't look at him acting all cocky all the time. When we were in junior high school together, we often blocked him in the toilet and beat him until he cried for his parents."
The young man was followed by a female worker from a machinery factory with twin ponytails, laughing so hard her body shook with laughter. "Alright, He Lao San, your old acquaintances aren't dead yet. You've been bragging so much that you've even started to believe it. There's someone who was a bad boy since childhood. He put a dead mouse around the neck of a girl from the class next door. She was beaten all over the playground by the class monitor, Mo Daoyan, and she didn't dare to say a word. Who was that? Mo Daoyan is known as the West City Sanura Tomokazu in school. Those who want to date him can line up from Nanyun Temple to Xipailou. If there's no Tong Yufei, there are still Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, and Yufei... She's just lucky."
The young man sniffed and said, "I was wondering why my grandma's spicy and sour cabbage was so bad. Did you do that?"
The female worker was stunned: "Nonsense, what does it have to do with me?"
The young man said with a playful smile: "You have bought up all the vinegar in Wuling Street. Haha, you think you are lucky, but Master Mo doesn't look down on you. The Mo family still has a young master. But in ancient times, there was an old cow eating young grass, and it is rare for a young cow to eat old grass..."
The female worker chased the young man and said, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth..."
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At eight o'clock in the morning, Mo Daoyan and Tong Yufei arrived at the First People's Hospital. The hall was crowded, and there was a long queue at the registration window. The air was filled with the pungent smell of Lysol disinfectant. The two of them tacitly did not mention asking their cousin Xu Ying for a backdoor. An expert of their cousin's level treated difficult and complicated diseases, and the patients came from all over the world. They would not compete with others for scarce medical resources.
Tong Yufei walked to the end of the line and said, "You find a seat, I'll queue."
Even though he had not received higher education, Mo Daoyan would not be so uneducated as to be a hands-off boss and ask her to squeeze with the crowd. He waved to Tong Yufei, motioning her to come over. In less than half a minute, there were already more than a dozen people queuing behind her. If she left and came back, she would have to queue again. Whether she wanted to leave or not, Mo Daoyan had already squeezed through the crowd and came over. Without saying a word, he held her wrist, pulled her to his side, and walked towards the waiting area without looking back. His palm had distinct joints, and her wrist was slightly painful from holding it. She followed him closely to reduce the pull on his muscles.
Mo Daoyan pulled her to the chairs in the waiting area and asked, "Besides anemia, do you have any other discomfort?"
Tong Yufei didn't understand what he meant: "You mean..."
"They only said they had anemia, but I'm not sure which department to register with."
Tong Yufei whispered, "My period isn't very regular..."
In the noisy environment, Mo Daoyan suddenly tilted his ear towards her, his elastic earlobe almost touching her lips: "Speak louder, I can't hear clearly."
Tong Yufei covered up the tingling sensation and said, "My period is irregular."
Mo Daoyan spent five yuan to buy a seat and an Economic Reference Newspaper from a middle-aged man. He gave her the seat and walked into the slow-moving queue with the newspaper. Not every report in the Reference Newspaper was worth reading, but it could still be used to kill time.
To Tong Yufei's left sat a warm-hearted, plump woman in her thirties or forties. Noticing she hadn't eaten yet, she offered her a boiled egg and shepherd's purse bun she'd brought from home. She said she needed a blood test on an empty stomach, so she took the food back and poked her arm, saying, "Your husband is a cultured man, right? A very impressive cultured man."
Tong Yufei was stunned for a moment: "He is good at studying."
"Your husband's family is quite wealthy, right? He obviously comes from a good family, unlike us."
The fat lady categorized Tong Yufei as one of her kind, while Mo Daoyan and the others were different. They possessed outstanding looks and distinguished family backgrounds, their eyes showing neither the hidden bitterness of hatred nor the numbness of not even glancing at the world. They were always confident and composed, just like him, absorbed in reading the newspaper at this moment, not once glancing back at his beautiful young wife. He must have had no shortage of admirers, and it was nothing new. In the short fifteen minutes he'd been waiting in line, two young women approached him to chat. He didn't know what he said, but the girls rolled their eyes and walked away.
As she spoke, Tong Yufei felt a few bumps on her right leg. A sturdy man sat to her right, having completed his pre-employment physical and waiting to receive his report. He brazenly draped his arms over the armrests, his elbows almost touching her waist, his legs splayed and swaying. She flinched, but the man, ever more aggressive, moved outward, his knee "accidentally" brushing against her thigh.
When the other party bumped into him again, Tong Yufei tilted his head slightly and said, "Sir, do you need me to help you get an appointment with the obstetrics department?"
The man was confused: "What obstetrics number?"
"Are you about to give birth?"
Her voice was not loud, but the fat sister heard it clearly. She laughed out loud: "Big brother is so big, he will definitely give birth to a baby as big as him. Nezha will say it's awesome when he sees it."
The man was enraged and sneered at Tong Yufei: "In public, you touch me and I bump into you. It's inevitable. If you don't want to be touched, go home. Why are you pretending to be so noble? You even made an appointment with the obstetrics department. Look at how capable you are. You know so much about childbirth. How many times have you spread your legs..."
“Bang!”
A slap sent the man's head spinning. The person who slapped him had incredibly fast hands, so fast that he wondered if it was Tong Yufei or Mo Daoyan, who was standing next to her. But they were a couple, so it didn't matter who hit him. They had to catch the leader first. And the slap was hard; his face was swollen. The force didn't seem to come from a woman. He covered his burning left cheek and glanced at Mo Daoyan in disbelief. He was wearing a white shirt, khaki overalls, and white, black, and red sneakers. His hair was so shiny black, so black it could have been a mirror, coated with so many layers of styling mousse. The pretty boy was so pretentious, I wonder how many eyes the Horse King had?
"You're looking for death!"
The man raised his fist and was about to pounce, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Daoyan pushed him back to his seat with one hand. Mo Daoyan handed the paper registration form to Tong Yufei: "Go to the clinic first, I'll be there later."
Tong Yufei hesitated whether to call security: "Then you..."
Before he could finish his words, the man howled and leaped up again. Mo Daoyan raised his knee and accurately hit the man's stomach. Amidst the man's pig-like screams, he said calmly, "I'll take this gentleman to the emergency surgery department."
Seeing the man grimacing in pain, Tong Yufei's arrogance had disappeared. She was no match for Mo Daoyan at all, so she said goodbye to the fat lady and walked up the stairs to the third floor. The third floor had two special areas: gynecology and obstetrics and gynecology. She followed the nurse to the door of Gynecology Clinic No. 1, was given a number, and waited on the wooden bench for her number to be called. There were thirteen people in line ahead of her.
Seven or eight minutes later, Mo Daoyan came up and stopped outside the yellow line where men were not allowed to enter. After another forty minutes, he folded the newspaper that he had flipped through four or five times into an airplane and gave it to the little girl who was waiting for her mother's prenatal check-up with her father. She watched the patient in front of Tong Yufei walk out of the clinic, and she walked in, and then suddenly caught a glimpse of a clear figure. The doctor who saw her was Chen Ruchao.
Doesn't Chen Ruchao work at the Affiliated Hospital of Xi'an University? And the gynecologist he's seeing is named Pang! Mo Daoyan threw the question to the nurse who was numbering the patient. The nurse looked at the attractive face and patiently explained that the two hospitals had a cooperation and would borrow doctors from each other, so some doctors would have clinics in both hospitals. Doctor Pang went to Xi'an on a business trip temporarily, so she transferred the person who had her appointment to Doctor Chen from the Affiliated Hospital of Xi'an University. Both doctors were associate chief physicians, equally skilled in medicine, and almost no patients had any negative objections. In addition, when they assigned the patient a number, they hand-wrote the corrected doctor's name. If the patient wanted to terminate the consultation, they could cancel the appointment and get a refund.
In other words, Tong Yufei knew that the doctor inside was Chen Ruchao from the moment she sat down, but she still went in.
The nurse smiled and said, "Sir, do you have any other questions, or do you need a message for your wife?"
He didn't want to see Chen Ruchao, but he didn't want to avoid him. Tong Yufei came to see the doctor openly, so there was nothing shameful about it. "No need."
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