"Wow, she’s really beautiful, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high and refined nose, her overall features are excellent. When she cos out, the whole corridor seems to lose its color..."
Are stars good-looking? Those who can withstand a 360-degree cara may not seem extraordinary on TV, but when such a person appears in real life, for ordinary people, their beauty is astonishing.
With excellent height and proportion, tall and fair, when she walks up, a faint fragrance lingers - it seems all beautiful people sll good...
"Excuse ..."
The other party started speaking, and the nurse, who was dazed, snapped back to reality, "Hello, may I ask what you need?"
Qu Fulan inquired if Doctor Zhang was available.
The nurse hurriedly pointed the way, and Qu Fulan thanked her and left.
"And so nice, my goodness, how can there be such a perfect person in the world?"
The nurses at the station were sowhat infatuated. While n like to look at beautiful won, actually, won do too.
"Oh, I just forgot to ask her for an autograph."
"She’s not a star, why ask for an autograph?"
"So good-looking, she might just debut as a star soday."
"In this age, it’s not all about looks to beco a star. Without connections, one might just beco a toy for capital."
"True, but haven’t you forgotten? She’s President Pei’s girlfriend, isn’t that a big enough resource?"
"Then it’s even less likely; President Pei wouldn’t let his girlfriend beco a star, right? I hear the entertainnt circle is quite ssy."
...
Qu Fulan had no idea she was the topic of conversation among the nurses. She asked the doctor about the situation and returned to the ward.
Pei Ji’an lay in the hospital bed alone. Just for the brief mont she was away, he felt lonely.
Being hospitalized is inherently a lonely experience, especially when he couldn’t move freely, lying still with no one around, plus it’s nightti, which makes people feel lonelier.
So when Qu Fulan walked in, Pei Ji’an felt as if his heart ca alive again.
"Next ti, press the bell and have the doctor co over." He said.
He wished she would stay by his side, but how could he say that directly?
When you’re little and hospitalized, you could act cute with adults, asking them to stay longer, but it’s not as easy now.
As long as she’s in the ward, even if they say nothing, he feels fulfilled.
So, while Qu Fulan was tidying things up in the ward, Pei Ji’an watched silently.
She brought so clothes for him from ho, comfortable casual wear, and underwear, etc.
Then the clothes he changed out of she washed for him.
When Pei Ji’an noticed she was washing underwear, she was almost done.
The man’s face felt a bit flushed. His clothes were either machine-washed or sent to dry cleaning; he rarely washed them himself, let alone have his girlfriend help wash them.
Qu Fulan couldn’t mind the man’s awkward feelings; isn’t it normal to wash clothes for a patient in the hospital? Special circumstances call for special asures; it’s not a big deal.
After hanging the clothes to dry on the balcony, she started wiping down the table and chairs, considering it’s a ward, maintaining hygiene is always good.
This housework, if you don’t do it, then forget it. If you start doing it, there’s always sothing endless to keep you busy, as if here needs tidying, there needs tidying; it becos unstoppable.
Pei Ji’an waited patiently, each ti thinking she would be done, but there was always more to do. After holding back, he couldn’t anymore, "Are you not finished yet?"
Qu Fulan looked up, "What’s wrong?"
Pei Ji’an said, "Sit down and chat with for a while... "
Qu Fulan realized the patient needed more companionship, realizing she’d overlooked it, imdiately set aside her tasks and went to sit with him.
Of course, choosing only nice things to say, primarily to cheer up the patient.
However, she couldn’t imdiately find the appropriate joke; dragging the conversation here and there, she discovered that no matter what she said, he listened intently and was delighted.
Even when she talked about what she saw on the way back, or what she ate, he listened very attentively, asked where it was, how bad it tasted, then even imagined it and agreed it indeed sounded terrible.
Qu Fulan then stopped exerting ntal effort to think of topics, chatting about whatever ca to mind, which turned out to be quite enjoyable. Eventually, it was the doctor coming in for a check-up that ended the conversation, leading to him taking dicine and sleeping.
Qu Fulan stayed in the ward to sleep; she had napped too much during the day, so she couldn’t fall asleep. She took out her phone to scroll, fearing any notification might disturb him; she set it to silent.
But right after setting it to silent, her best friend sent a ssage.
The two imdiately started chatting animatedly.
Her friend brought up a quirky recent event.
There was a couple with a strict AA financial system. An onlooker saw this and opinions were divided, with so saying it was abnormal, others saying normal, and a minority accepting it.
But in the end, the couple had a falling out over the strictness of the AA system, with one party not promptly transferring money as required, leading to argunts and eventually breaking up.
At this point, those who initially disapproved felt vindicated.
Her friend asked for her opinion.
Qu Fulan succinctly described it: excessive.
Everything requires moderation, yet determining what’s appropriate is an art.
Qu Fulan felt that her relationship with Pei Ji’an also necessitated moderation in matters like spending his money or using his connections, observing circumstances without being reckless.
However, avoiding them completely isn’t realistic.
If avoiding them entirely, it’s best not to engage with such a person due to a significant gap that hinders forming a connection.
Failing to integrate could lead to him dismissing her gifts as too low-class, and her finding his gifts too costly... isn’t that a struggle?
After chatting for a while, Qu Fulan turned off her phone and went to sleep.
She continued caring for Pei Ji’an at the hospital. After about a week, he was able to get out of bed and walk, demonstrating how good his constitution was for such swift recovery.
That day, Qu Fulan brought him food from ho to the hospital. Around 7 p.m., a ti when the hospital wasn’t busy and few used the elevator, she had a quicker wait.
The elevator arrived with a "ding", and as the doors opened, there was a young man and a woman inside. Qu Fulan, checking information on her phone, glanced briefly and didn’t pay attention. Once they exited, she went in.
She missed the young man’s eyes glued to her, utterly amazed as if he’d never seen a beauty before, seemingly wishing he could stick his eyes to her.
The woman beside him walked a few steps, noticed he didn’t follow, and turned to see him still gazing back as the elevator doors closed, catching a glimpse of the young woman’s exquisite face.
It seed sowhat familiar.
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