Long after, Qin Changqing pondered countless words to describe his first encounter with Xiao Yun, ultimately deciding that the most fitting term was: fateful bond.
It was a cold winter night, and Qin Changqing was suffering from a severe cold, wrapped up tightly like a plump rice dumpling.
He carried a paint bucket, panting as he made his way to the white wall on South City Road to paint a promotional mural. This task was not particularly daunting for him, but due to his illness, it took him over three hours to complete.
At that moment, the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the biting cold wind pierced through him. After climbing down from the high stand, Qin Changqing felt dizzy and decided to wrap his clothes tighter around him. He leaned against the streetlight, intending to rest for a moment before leaving.
Little did he know, he soon fell asleep.
Had it not been for the sudden sharp screech of brakes, Qin Changqing thought he would have slept until dawn. A dazzling beam of headlights shone from the side, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. He lay flat on the ground—perhaps he had slipped off while asleep—but he felt nothing, possibly due to the cold numbing his body.
He heard the sound of high heels striking the pavement, the footsteps unsteady and frantic, moving in a hurried and chaotic rhythm. Squinting his eyes, Qin Changqing vaguely saw a figure swaying in front of him. The person seemed frozen in shock and then suddenly collapsed with a thud before tremblingly dialing a phone number.
“Brother…” As soon as the call connected, Xiao Yun burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. “Brother, what should I do… I… I hit someone! Wuwuwu…”
Qin Changqing was unaware that this reckless woman had knocked over his paint bucket, and soaked in red paint as he was, he looked like someone lying in a pool of blood.
His body was numb and immobile; still suffering from his cold, he wanted to speak but could only emit faint hissing sounds that resembled the pained groans of a dying man.
“Eh?” Xiao Yun paused for a moment before frantically shouting into the phone, “Brother! He… he’s still alive! What should I do? Do I need to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?!”
Just as an uneasy feeling surged within Qin Changqing, her warm and soft lips pressed against his.
Xiao Yun gathered her strength and blew air into his mouth, completely unaware that Qin Changqing was already stunned into silence.
"It's over! It's over! I've saved my first kiss for over twenty years, and now it's gone just like that!" Qin Changqing lamented inwardly.
"What good is artificial respiration?! Hurry and take him to the hospital!" The shout from the other end of the phone jolted Xiao Yun out of her panic. She didn't even have time to wipe away her tears as she desperately dragged Qin Changqing toward the car, muttering, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please don't die, you mustn't die!"
Qin Changqing silently cried out in despair, "Can you calm down a bit? First check if I'm breathing, then determine if I've really been hit hard or not!"
But at that moment, his frozen body couldn't even manage to make a sound; he could only be treated like a piece of meat on a chopping board.
As he was pulled into the car, his head accidentally hit the door, causing stars to dance in his vision, and then he truly lost consciousness…
When Qin Changqing woke up again, he was already lying in a hospital bed.
The reckless girl was nowhere to be seen. Standing beside the bed was a handsome stranger who stared at him wide-eyed. As soon as he saw Qin Changqing awaken, he hurriedly pressed him back down onto the bed.
"You’re seriously injured; don’t move!" The man's expression was serious, and his tone left no room for argument.
Qin Changqing was taken aback by the man's stern demeanor and obediently lay back down. He cautiously moved his limbs and found everything intact; he turned his head slightly and felt normal; then he took a deep breath, and everything inside felt smooth…
"Where am I seriously injured?!" Qin Changqing threw off the blanket and made as if to get up again, but was immediately stopped by the man.
"I... I know you're not badly hurt, but..." The man seemed to have made a huge decision as he suddenly bowed deeply, his tone heavy and resolute. "But could you pretend to be a critically ill patient? I'm begging you!"
Qin Changqing was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Huh?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Xiao Yan, and I'm the brother of the girl who knocked you down." Xiao Yan took out a business card and handed it over, once again sincerely requesting, "Just pretend to be sick in the hospital for a month. I'll cover all your lost wages; this is the only way to keep Xiao Yun from participating in that..."
He suddenly stopped speaking, then immediately bowed his head solemnly like a Japanese samurai. "In any case, I'm counting on you!"
A few minutes later, people in the corridor stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding at the entrance of Room 40. Two large men were tugging at each other; one was pleading desperately, "You can't leave, I'm begging you!"
The other was resisting with all his might, "I want to be discharged, let go of me!"
Qin Changqing couldn't help but feel exasperated. "What a joke?! This pair of siblings is bizarre. If I keep entangled with them, I won't have enough lives to spare!"
After much effort, Qin Changqing finally shook off Xiao Yan. Just as he reached the stairwell, he heard a startled cry.
"Hey? Where... where are you going?!"
Xiao Yun, carrying two large bags of nutritional supplements, was taken aback to see Qin Changqing in a disheveled hospital gown. Her mouth fell open in shock.
"Brother said you were seriously injured and can't run around!" She hurried over to grab him. "Don't worry about the medical expenses; we'll help you pay for it. Just focus on recovering!"
Instinctively, Qin Changqing dodged. Although he avoided Xiao Yun's outstretched hand, he lost his balance and, amidst the girl's gasp, tumbled down the stairs...
And so, Qin Changqing truly ended up hospitalized.
Diagnosis: multiple contusions and fractures.
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