Doctor Chu floated away, his mind filled all day with Lan Tian’s smile. The entire building noticed how unusually happy Doctor Chu was today, greeting everyone with a warm, spring-like smile, inadvertently capturing the hearts of nurous nurses.
After Doctor Chu left, Zhou Yuwei stayed in the ward for a while. Thinking of Doctor Chu’s words, she felt restless and left on a random excuse.
Lan Tian curved her lips slightly, her eyes concealing the chill in their depths.
It was nothing but a dog-eat-dog trick. Let them fight among themselves. Sure enough, as she expected, Divine Sense saw Zhou Yuwei heading to Doctor Chu’s office. Lan Tian cut off the Divine Sense to avoid seeing what she shouldn’t.
"Doctor Chu, that’s not what you told before. You told that Mo Junhua would be fine, didn’t you? Everything you told Lan Tian was a lie, wasn’t it?" Zhou Yuwei exploded as soon as she entered Doctor Chu’s office.
Seeing Zhou Yuwei, Doctor Chu’s brow furrowed tightly, irritation flashing in his eyes, "Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you not to co these days? With so many people in the hospital watching , if I get into trouble, no one can protect you."
"I don’t care about that. Tell , is it true that Mo Junhua won’t wake up?" Zhou Yuwei shrieked.
"Of course, it’s not true." Doctor Chu covered Zhou Yuwei’s mouth quickly, listening for noises outside. After a while, seeing that no one ca knocking, he breathed a sigh of relief. "You’re a nurse. Mo Junhua has always been under your care. Don’t you know whether I lied to you or not?"
"Then why did you say that?" Zhou Yuwei gradually cald down, but she was still very concerned about Doctor Chu’s words.
"Use your brain. If I hadn’t said that, would Lan Tian give up? Should I tell her that Mo Junhua is fine, that he is like this only because of a special dication, and he’ll wake up once it’s stopped?" Doctor Chu looked at Zhou Yuwei mockingly, "Or do you wish I had said that to her?"
"No." Zhou Yuwei shook her head, but she still felt uneasy.
"Alright, with so much happening these days, it’s not strange you’re like this. Look at you, you’ve even got dark circles under your eyes. Go back and get so good sleep. Don’t worry needlessly, and don’t be so impulsive in the future. Think carefully before you act. Go back now, and try not to co looking for , to avoid arousing suspicion."
Zhou Yuwei lay in her dorm bed, unable to sleep, her mind a ss with thoughts of Lan Tian and Doctor Chu.
This won’t do; she couldn’t be so passive.
Since Zhou Yuwei had clarified that Mo Junhua was her lifesaver, she had co to the ward to care for Mo Jun every day; smiling at Lan Tian as she entered, then, as if no one else was present, she continued to do what she had always done: wash Mo Jun’s face, wipe his hands, check his condition regularly, and talk to him.
Mostly she talked about their experiences on the battlefield and amusing events in the hospital, occasionally singing a revolutionary song with a clear, lodious voice that was quite pleasant to hear.
Such a nuisance!
Lan Tian’s expression remained indifferent, listening to the song while reading, treating it as a free concert. If it weren’t for the hospital setting, Zhou Yuwei would even be dancing while singing. What rendered Lan Tian speechless was that Zhou Yuwei had found a poetry book sowhere, reading it aloud to Mo Jun.
"The mountain’s Cha Hua blossoms,
Yet the distant one does not return.
The edge of the sky’s white clouds carries away longing,
Have you heard the whisper brought by the wind?
Love becos beans, rain turns to ice,
Why does he not return after such delay?
Perhaps the blooming season has yet to co.
Another year passes,
The sunflowers under the bridge bloom,
The wild geese from the north return south,
Girls begin singing songs of departure again,
Where could the one they et be?
Do not let next year’s Cha Hua blooms in vain."
It was indeed a fine poem, but it is a poem of a young girl pining for her lover, unsuitable for this situation.
Even the emotionally unintelligent Lan Tian could tell that Zhou Yuwei was using this poem to express the unresolved feelings between her and Mo Junhua. Mo Junhua was a married man, and knowing he had a family, Zhou Yuwei still clung to him. Now reciting this sour poem was an accusation towards Mo Junhua for not reciprocating her feelings—the underlying ’do not let next year’s Cha Hua blossom in vain’ unheard.
Unrequited love is the most heartbreaking, but Lan Tian certainly had no sympathy for her. Pity often cos with contempt; how could Mo Junhua, a married man, respond to her feelings unless he was kicked in the head by a donkey.
But wait, in the past life, Mo Junhua did reciprocate her feelings. Hence the saying, strange things happen every year, oddities are found everywhere.
Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua on the hospital bed and snorted. Hearing this poem, what do you think, Mo Junhua?
Zhou Yuwei ca three tis a day, morning, noon, and night, staying in the ward when there was nothing to say, like Lan Tian, with a book. She would stay until late at night, only leaving after Lan Tian went to bed to rest.
She’s really on high alert, thought Lan Tian.
In truth, Zhou Yuwei wanted to be the one to stay in the ward, even though Mo Junhua might not wake up. She couldn’t stand coming every day to see Lan Tian.
The doctor frowned upon seeing another woman in the ward, checking Mo Junhua with a stern face.
Recently, the hospital was abuzz with gossip about the drama of two won and one man, making the place gloomy, hardly resembling the respected institution of saving lives and healing the wounded, almost as if it were a theater.
Looking at the two won in the room, one of them was once a nurse of this hospital. As a soldier, one would expect higher ideals, and it’s no surprise the hospital no longer wanted her. The other, not seeming very old, perhaps similar in age to his daughter, should still be in school. As a student, instead of focusing on the endless sea of learning, she’s involved in this unsavory affair, which doesn’t speak well of her either.
Then, considering the man lying in bed, reportedly transferred from the frontline wounded, a national war hero, yet unfortunately entangled in a won’s quarrel, completely innocent.
Thinking of the hospital gossip, the middle-aged doctor’s face grew even darker. The hospital’s higher-ups were not taking action, letting them make a racket. With such lack of concern, what reputation could the hospital hold? It was outrageous.
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