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After meeting Su Hailu, it was New Year’s, and Beijing City felt emptier than usual. Although the company was busy and Qingmei was still in the hospital, Lin Xi returned to the Provincial Capital to celebrate the New Year.
During her time in the Provincial Capital, she revisited the places she had once walked with Lu Chenyu. For some reason, her longing for Lu Chenyu returned strongly, causing her heart to ache intensely.
Jia Zhilan and Lin Wenhui thought that Qinglan and Xu Wen's wedding had triggered her emotions, and they comforted her, to which she simply smiled in response.
When she returned to Beijing, almost half of the first month had passed. The first thing Lin Xi did was visit Qingmei in the hospital.
She brought some local specialties and hometown snacks made by Jia Zhilan, using a plastic bag to prepare a few items for the nurses at the front desk as a thank you for helping her contact Su Hailu.
Since it was just after the New Year, the nurses were taking turns on vacation, so there was only one nurse at the front desk. Lin Xi handed her the items and explained what had happened last time.
This nurse was not very familiar with Lin Xi. After Lin Xi finished recounting the events, the nurse remembered her with a bit of surprise and asked, “Did that friend get in touch with you?”
“Yes,” Lin Xi replied gratefully with a smile.
The young nurse felt a bit shy because she hadn’t really helped Lin Xi; it was the other two nurses who had enthusiastically assisted her that day while she merely sat aside without saying much.
Perhaps because of this feeling of not having contributed enough, she curiously asked Lin Xi about her contact with Su Hailu and seemed to feel that her help was insufficient. She added, “It seems like the patient your friend is taking care of has been transferred.”
“Transferred? The patient my friend is taking care of?” Lin Xi's mind flashed back to that tall figure.
“Yes,” the young nurse said enthusiastically. “After we gave your contact information to her that day, she was transferred the next day.”
Lin Xi suddenly realized why she hadn’t seen him or her in the hospital again. She thought to herself.
But Su Hailu had said that day she was just visiting a friend.
Lin Xi's curiosity was piqued, so she asked another question, "What illness does the patient she is taking care of have?"
The young nurse seemed to have found an opportunity to help her and quickly flipped through the records, saying, "Oh, it looks like there is a record of that patient here. After you asked that day, we paid attention to it."
As she spoke, she turned to a certain page and pointed at the record, saying, "The patient's name is Lu Chenyu, and he is paralyzed due to bone marrow disease."
The nurse smiled at Lin Xi.
"What?" Lin Xi's hand, which was brushing her hair behind her ear, froze. "What did you say?" Lin Xi's voice rose.
The nurse was startled by Lin Xi's expression and froze for a moment.
"Paralyzed due to spinal disease," the nurse murmured.
"No, what is the patient's name?" Lin Xi's voice trembled.
"Lu... Lu Chenyu." The nurse worried that she had misread the name, so after saying Lu Chenyu three times, she lowered her head and pointed at the record book to read it again, "Lu Chenyu."
Lin Xi's body swayed slightly, and the young nurse supported her, saying, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Lin Xi leaned against the consultation desk. Although she said she was fine, she knew her body was trembling, her vision was darkening, her head was spinning, and her voice was hoarse and shaky.
She stood at the consultation desk for a long time, many images flashing through her dizzy brain as memories unfolded like a scroll in her not-so-clear mind.
She stood there for a long time, forgetting the people passing by her side, forgetting the young nurse who was staring at her with wide eyes in shock, forgetting the time and place; all memories returned to ten years ago.
She stood there for a long time.
Until the nurse asked again, "Are you okay?"
Only then did she lift her head.
Her face was full of tears.
"I'm fine." She waved her hand. "He was transferred to that hospital?" she asked blankly, her gaze seemingly traversing a tunnel of time to a place unreachable by anyone. "Oh, let me check," the nurse hurriedly flipped through the records. "F Hospital." "F Hospital?" Lin Xi recalled, seeming to have never heard of this hospital. "Where is F Hospital?" she asked.
"It's very far from here, quite remote. Our hospital was puzzled at first; he was doing well here, suddenly wanting to transfer, and to that inconspicuous little hospital. You know, our hospital has excellent medical conditions. I don't understand why he suddenly wanted to transfer to a worse hospital instead of a better one. At first, our hospital refused to agree to the transfer, but the patient insisted, and we had no choice but to agree."
The nurse probably felt indebted to Lin Xi, as if she bore some responsibility for her friend's transfer to a less equipped hospital, and she spoke apologetically and sympathetically for quite some time.
When she finally looked up after talking for a long while, she found that Lin Xi had already left.
Three months later.
Beijing.
In April, when all the flowers have faded, the season of falling petals coincides with your arrival!
Australia.
In the afternoon autumn sun, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
An Shaojie had just returned to his residence when the landline at home suddenly rang.
The abrupt ringing interrupted his thoughts.
He looked towards the source of the sound; the lonely phone was casually placed in a corner of the living room, quite inconspicuous. The sudden ringing emphasized its neglected status even more.
An Shaojie had only recently arrived in Australia. Not long ago, he was still living in the company dormitory. This rented apartment had just been tidied up, and he had only moved in a few days ago. The phone in the corner had never rung before. He had only shared the phone number with people at the company.
Oh, wait.
The day before yesterday, An Shaomin had asked for his phone number in an email, and he had provided her with both his Australian mobile number and this landline number.
Oh! He hurriedly opened the bag tucked under his arm and took out his phone. Sure enough, there was a missed call from China.
Since arriving in Australia, he had been restless and lost in thought on his way back to his residence, so he hadn't heard his phone ring.
He quickly tossed the bag onto the sofa and walked briskly to the phone, grabbing it with a sense of urgency. His hand trembled slightly as he held the receiver, and he almost dropped it several times.
When he was abroad, Shaw Min rarely called him on international long-distance calls. This unexpected call gave him a very bad omen.
Could something have happened to Mother?
That was his first reaction. When he answered the phone and heard Bai Cuifang's voice, his heart raced even more. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding loudly, and a stronger sense of foreboding washed over him. His body felt weak and trembled as he spoke with a quivering voice.
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