As for how to install a piano, there’s actually a manual, though most of the ti the staff just help you set it up.
Now Ye Qiu needed to pick a suitable spot, one that was easy on the eyes.
The lobby and the living room on the first floor were both huge, able to hold a lot of things.
Very soon, Ye Qiu found a place near the window, facing the backyard. Putting the piano there would be just right.
When Ye Qiu went over to move things, Xiaomai wanted to help too, but she simply didn’t have the strength; she hadn’t expected it to be that heavy.
"Xiaomai, you just stand there and watch."
Ye Qiu lifted it up easily, then started installing it at that spot.
Actually, most of it ca in one piece; it was more like assembly and placent.
Very quickly, the grand piano was set up.
Next, the main thing was to get the sound adjusted.
The sound needed to be tuned.
Normally you’d need a specialist to do that.
But to Ye Qiu, this was nothing at all.
He stood in front of the grand piano and tuned it there by himself; after more than an hour, he finally got it completely done.
The tone quality and everything were very good.
After all, it cost eighty to ninety thousand; that counted as a very expensive piano.
"Xiaomai, it’s done. Give it a try."
"I’m afraid I don’t know how."
The music score for piano pieces was different from the Music Score for the Guqin; Lin Wanqing had ntioned that last ti.
But it was like languages being interrelated—so people could pick it up very fast.
Ye Qiu could teach Xiaomai quickly, and then she could just practice according to the Music Score.
She just didn’t know what it would feel like to play the pieces she used to play on the Guqin on the piano instead.
After Ye Qiu left, looking at this piano, Xiaomai hadn’t expected it to actually be a gift from him.
Right now she really had the urge to cry; she didn’t even know why heaven was being so good to her, actually letting her et Ye Qiu.
"Should I ask Lin Wanqing to co over?"
Xiaomai had Lin Wanqing’s contact information.
When Xiaomai called Lin Wanqing, Wan Qing was in the library’s music room practicing piano.
For Wan Qing, her major was piano; that was her main focus. Basically she spent most of her ti practicing the piano, and as for those theory classes, she only went to the classroom occasionally.
Seeing that it was a call from Xiaomai, Wan Qing found it a bit strange.
"Xiaomai, what’s up?"
"Wan Qing, it’s . Ye Qiu just gave a piano. Do you want to co over and have a look?"
What?
That bastard actually gave the maid a piano again?
For people who study piano, what they love most is naturally the piano; if they could own a really good one, they’d probably be too excited to sleep for days.
"Really?"
"It was delivered this afternoon, and Ye Qiu already set it up."
"Then I’ll co over and take a look."
The environnt in the music room was pretty good, but there were too many people there; Wan Qing actually didn’t like that kind of atmosphere. However, in the teaching building upstairs, she couldn’t practice day and night, or she’d definitely disturb other people’s rest.
Wan Qing left the library and was getting ready to take a ride over to Ye Qiu’s Peach Blossom Spring Villa.
anwhile, at that top-tier hospital, after Ye Qiu had gone to see that Zhu Yunhui yesterday, Zhu Yunhui’s mother learned from her husband that, for the ti being, this Ye Qiu was soone they couldn’t afford to cross.
Now her son might have been beaten for nothing.
Even though she felt extrely upset and had no way to vent her anger, for the sake of her husband’s official career, she still decided not to think about taking revenge on Ye Qiu for now.
While Zhu Yunhui was still resting in his hospital bed, at dinnerti, when the family’s maid brought his dinner, he didn’t feel like eating, mainly because his chest hurt.
For now he was mainly relying on IV drips.
Although Director Li here had already organized the best doctors in the whole hospital to examine him and confird that it was just internal injuries and he’d be fine after a period of rest.
He suddenly felt an intense itch on his scalp.
He raised his hand to scratch, and his black hair just kept falling out.
"Mom, Mom, why is my hair falling out so much?"
His mother was eating the dinner the maid had brought when she heard her son’s panic. Before she even got close to him, she suddenly slled an extrely foul odor.
"You brat, you’re not incontinent, are you? How can it sll that bad?"
If her son had really been beaten until he lost control of his bowels, that would be trouble.
But when she checked him, she found no urine or feces on his pants; instead, that disgusting sll was coming from his mouth and his body.
Wasn’t this bad breath?
And armpit odor too?
"Madam, this doesn’t seem to be incontinence."
The maid spoke in a low voice.
"Could it be because he hasn’t brushed his teeth or showered for the past two days?"
No way you’d get both bad breath and body odor just from being beaten up, right?
If it was bad breath, most of the ti it ant sothing was wrong inside the body, and as for armpit odor, in most cases it was genetic.
But she and her husband, Deputy Mayor Zhu, didn’t have body odor, and now her son suddenly had it.
The maid leaned in and sniffed around Zhu Yunhui, and sure enough, it was that stinky salted-fish-and-dead-rat sll—wasn’t that armpit odor on him?
"It really is body odor and bad breath."
Then what about the hair loss?
His mother hurriedly went to call the attending physicians over.
Very soon, two attending doctors examined him and confird that Zhu Yunhui had developed severe halitosis, and on top of that, his armpit odor was also extrely serious. As for the hair loss, it also looked pretty bad at the mont.
This was the first ti they’d heard of soone developing these three conditions from being beaten.
"Madam, if Young Master Zhu only has these three conditions, they can be treated slowly; there’s no need to worry," one attending doctor said.
"What if there’s sothing wrong with other parts of his body?" his mother asked anxiously.
"Then we can only do another full-body examination."
Yesterday the hospital doctors had already done a full-body exam on Zhu Yunhui, and most of the reports had already co out. But at that ti, there were no signs of body odor, bad breath, or hair loss.
So they could only run all the tests again now, including imaging scans.
By the ti all the examinations were finished, it was already past eight in the evening.
However, very soon, one attending doctor thought he saw a shadow on the image.
Comparing it to a normal scan, it was obvious that there was a shadow in Zhu Yunhui’s lungs. But he still couldn’t be sure what exactly it ant.
"Director Zhao, what is it?"
"There’s sothing wrong with this image. Could Young Master Zhu have lung cancer?"
Lung cancer?
These days there were countless lung cancer patients, but most of them were middle-aged or elderly.
How could this Young Master Zhu have co down with such a terminal illness?
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