Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 315 The Hospital, Chang Xiang's Relay
The news of Lin Yuan's awakening spread quickly within the hospital, like a spring flood.

Naturally, the news spread like wildfire.

Black cars belonging to provincial and municipal officials drove into the hospital one after another, and school leaders also came to offer their condolences.

Lin Yuan leaned slightly against the hospital bed, his face pale, and politely responded to the concerned inquiries.

He calmly recounted his situation, his tone revealing little emotion, which, to onlookers, only added to the pitiful feeling, eliciting sighs and lamentations.

After exchanging a few polite words, he quietly indicated that he needed to rest.

The visiting leaders didn't want to disturb them any further, so they gave them a few more words of advice to rest and recuperate before leaving together.

The national sports administration is also paying close attention to Lin Yuan's injury and is preparing to send personnel from Beijing to offer their condolences and coordinate medical resources to provide him with the best possible treatment.

Various media outlets rushed to report on the case, and although they could not directly interview the person involved, they were always able to obtain some information about the progress of the illness indirectly.

Olympic sprinter may be paralyzed for life!

When the wind stops, can the boy who chased the wind take flight again?

Is Lin Yuan's paralysis a foregone conclusion? What are the chances of his recovery?

These headlines, like boulders thrown into a lake, stirred up a huge uproar.

It's worth noting that less than a year ago, Lin Yuan won the 100-meter sprint championship at the Olympics, even breaking historical records, making him a true "flying man".

His legs are nothing short of a medal representing the limits of human physiology.

The news shocked and saddened countless people.

Lin Yuan's fans were plunged into immense grief and worry. They found it hard to accept the situation and kept hoping for a miracle.

Even those who aren't fans of Lin Yuan can't help but feel sorry for the end of his illustrious career and lament the capriciousness of fate.

Everyone was eager to know Lin Yuan's thoughts and how he would deal with this sudden and devastating blow.

However, Lin Yuan has consistently refused to give any interviews.

At this point, if Lin Yuan doesn't want to accept it, no one can force him.

However, this silence inevitably leads outsiders to mistakenly believe that Lin Yuan has lost his spirit and fighting will.

All the noise and commotion outside couldn't reach Lin Yuan's ears. Apart from being confined to this hospital bed, he had people to take care of everything, so he didn't need to worry about anything. The only thing he couldn't avoid was the constant stream of visitors.

At noon, Chang Xingyu and his family made a special trip to visit Lin Yuan.

They heard that Lin Yuan had woken up, so they prepared to go and visit their 'future son-in-law' together.

This was the first time both sets of parents had met.

Wu Xiulan welcomed the family into the ward.

Qiao Sanli greeted, "Brother, Sister Chang's family has arrived."

Although Mr. Chang's hair was already gray, he looked very cheerful. He walked to the bedside and said gently, "Lin Yuan, we've come to see you."

Lin Yuan looked at Chang's father and Aunt Lan, his voice revealing no trace of dejection, but rather a sense of openness: "Uncle, Aunt, thank you for your concern."

Despite suffering such a great calamity, he showed no resentment whatsoever. His dignified and unyielding demeanor earned him silent admiration from the two men.

Aunt Lan first placed the fresh flowers she was holding on the bedside table, then opened the thermos, which contained chicken soup that she had stewed at home early that morning.

"Have you had lunch yet? Have some chicken soup while it's hot to nourish your body."

"Thank you, Aunt Lan." Lin Yuan reached out to take the spoon, but Chang Xingyu grabbed it first and insisted on feeding him spoonful by spoonful.

Lin Yuan wanted to do it himself: "No need, I can hold it steady now."

“No, I’ll feed you.” Chang Xingyu’s tone was a little stubborn.

She wanted to show Lin Yuan this way in front of her family, so that they could clearly see her feelings and determination.

Even if Lin Yuan's legs cannot be restored, she will never leave him.

Father Chang, seeing through the situation clearly, advised from the side, "Cooperate well with the treatment, and there is definitely hope for recovery. For now, just rest and don't feel pressured. If there's anything we can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask."

Drinking the chicken soup that Chang Xingyu fed him, Lin Yuan smiled and said, "I don't feel any pressure. I'm just taking a long vacation. I've always wanted to find time to write a science fiction novel, and now I finally have enough time to think about it and come up with ideas."

Seeing his open-minded attitude, Chang's father and Aunt Lan felt a little relieved.

Chang Xingyu continued to gently feed Lin Yuan. After Lin Yuan had eaten most of the food, Chang Xingyu said softly to his parents, "Dad, Aunt Lan, you should go back now. Lin Yuan needs to rest for a while."

Father Chang nodded and instructed Lin Yuan, "Then we'll be leaving now. Lin Yuan, take good care of yourself and don't overthink things."

Wu Xiulan got up to see them out, but Lin Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice clear and solemn: "Uncle, Aunt Lan, if... if my leg really can't get better, please help me persuade Xingyu."

The reason he said that was because he was confident that he could stand up again. He would never actually give his woman away; it was just a show of affection.

Chang Xingyu immediately became anxious upon hearing this, glaring at him angrily and saying, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Yuan didn't respond to her words, but only said to Wu Xiulan, "Mom, please see Xingyu's family off for me."

The ward door closed gently, leaving only Lin Yuan, Chang Xingyu, and Qiao Sanli on the hospital bed inside.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan raised his right hand and covered his face.

Chang Xingyu immediately grasped his left hand, feeling the slight tremor in his fingers.

Lin Yuan's voice was slightly hoarse: "I just got something in my eye."

Chang Xingyu felt even more heartbroken after hearing this. Since she had known Lin Yuan, when had he ever been so vulnerable and helpless?

She simply sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pressed her cheek against the back of his hand, trying to soothe him with her body heat.

Qiao Sanli saw this, quietly left the ward, and gently closed the door behind her.

After seeing someone off, Wu Xiulan was about to enter the ward when Qiao Sanli stopped her: "Mom, my brother and Sister Chang are whispering to each other inside."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiulan stopped rushing in and pulled Qiao Sanli to sit down on a chair in the corridor to wait.

The ward was filled with the fragrance of life.

Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu embraced and kissed.

Of course, it was Chang Xingyu who took the initiative.

She wanted to use this passionate approach to rekindle Lin Yuan's passion for life and tell him her unwavering feelings.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of Qiao Sanli opening the door came from outside.

She walked in quickly and said softly, "Brother, Sister Xiang has brought her family to see you!"

Chang Xingyu hurriedly pulled her delicate hand out from under the bulging blankets, but the blankets were not yet smooth and were slightly bulging, which did look rather inappropriate.

Qiao Sanli caught a glimpse of it and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Chang Xingyu hurriedly and clumsily raised the small table on the hospital bed, then picked up a book from the side and pretended to be reading it carefully, afraid that it would be inappropriate for the people who came later to see it.

As for these books, Lin Yuan asked Sun Xiaomo to buy them for him after he woke up.

Chang Xingyu said in a low voice, "Then I'll go back first."

Qiao Sanli saw their intimacy again, and she looked a little shy.

Lin Yuan replied, "Be careful on the road."

Afterwards, Qiao Sanli accompanied Chang Xingyu out.

Outside the ward, Wu Xiulan was exchanging pleasantries with the Xiang family.

Chang Xingyu nodded slightly to Xiang Nanfang, then turned and left.

With a touch of polite restraint on her face, Wu Xiulan said to the Xiang family, "Come in and let's talk."

As he spoke, he led Xiang's father, Xiang's mother, Xiang Nanfang, and Xiang Beifang into the ward.

Xiang Beifang was also carrying a large bag of nutritional supplements that looked very expensive.

As the saying goes, you don't know how much money you have until you go to Shenzhen, and you don't know how powerful an official is until you go to Beijing.

The Xiang family is a fat piece of meat, but they won't get too fat.

Lin Yuan didn't seem particularly flattered by their family's visit.

After all, some of the leaders who came to visit him held higher official positions than Xiang Fu.

The Xiang family members were not at all arrogant and were friendly and polite. Only Xiang Beifang had a bit of arrogance on his face and didn't say much, just silently listening to his parents and Lin Yuan exchange pleasantries.

They were all very sorry for Lin Yuan's injury.

Lin Yuan advised them not to say that, explaining that his injuries were not incurable and that they didn't need to do so.

Despite suffering such a severe blow, he showed no sign of dejection, remaining calm and composed as before, as if he had only suffered a minor injury.

This magnanimity added to the Xiang family's goodwill and sense of guilt. Even Xiang Beifang had to admit that Lin Yuan was a true man.

Seeing that they had been chatting for a while, Xiang Nanfang said, "Dad, Mom, why don't you go back first and let Lin Yuan get some rest?"

Mr. Xiang nodded in agreement.

After saying goodbye, the Xiang family turned and left. Seeing that his younger sister hadn't moved, Xiang Beifang asked curiously, "Little sister, aren't you coming with us?"

"I'll stay a little longer, you guys go back first."

Her parents had already spoken to Lin Yuan, but she hadn't spoken to him yet.

Xiang's parents didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and left with Xiang Beifang.

Qiao Sanli urged Wu Xiulan to go outside, saying with a smile, "Mom, let my brother and the others have a private chat for a while."

In the ward, Lin Yuan put away his books. As Xiang Nanfang helped him lower the small table, his gaze inadvertently swept over the blanket, noticing a slight bulge there, which made him a little puzzled.

Xiang Nanfang was a little confused. She reached out and touched him gently, and she immediately understood. Her pretty face turned red, and she bit her lower lip as she looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan explained helplessly, "Xingyu just wanted to express her love and determination for me, and without saying a word... but you and your family just happened to be here, so..."

"Senior Sister Chang is too bold," Xiang Nanfang said reproachfully, then asked with concern, "Senior Brother, are you really alright doing this?"

No wonder Chang Xingyu nodded at her when he left the ward; that's what he meant.

Chang Xingyu knew that he would definitely say it was a misunderstanding. Lin Yuan was still seriously injured and had not yet recovered. She just wanted to maintain a good relationship with Xiang Nanfang and avoid any unpleasantness, otherwise Lin Yuan would be even more unhappy. That's why she greeted Xiang Nanfang.

It wasn't about her completing her unfinished mission.

Lin Yuan replied seriously, "It should be fine, and I think I can still feel the nerves throbbing in my inner thighs and lower back."

"Wouldn't that be beneficial to your recovery?"

Xiang Nanfang's eyes lit up, and a thought popped into her mind: what Chang Xingyu could do, she could do too.

She wanted Lin Yuan to know that her love for him was no less than that for Chang Xingyu.

The hands didn't stop moving. There's nothing to be ashamed of in this kind of thing, but in this environment, it's hard not to feel a few beats faster.

"Senior brother," Xiang Nanfang called softly.

Lin Yuan let out a low groan in response, which could be considered an echo.

"Let me know in advance if it's almost done."

Lin Yuan hummed in agreement, then suddenly spoke up: "Junior Sister, you might not believe it, but I still have some memories of visiting your house."

"That day, I was still lying unconscious in the hospital bed. I thought I was going to die. I was thinking of going to your house to see you, and I actually went to your bedroom."

"It's strange, I've never been to your house, but I can imagine what your bedroom looks like in my mind."

Xiang Nanfang, seemingly tireless, gazed at Lin Yuan with a smile, listening as he recounted the rest of the story.

Lin Yuan described it in detail: "The room wasn't big, but it was high-ceilinged and bright. There was a south-facing wooden lattice window with light beige cotton and linen curtains hanging on it. When the moonlight shone in, it cast a faint lattice of light and shadow on the solid wood floor."

"A dark wooden bookshelf stood against the wall, crammed with Chinese and foreign classics and several well-worn poetry collections, with your handwritten labels still affixed to the spines."

"The headboard was made of carved wood, covered with a plain knitted sheet, and a thin blanket embroidered with delicate orchids was casually draped over it. You were sleeping lightly in bed at that time."

"On the bedside table was a brass lamp with half a dried ginkgo leaf on the base, and next to it was a celadon teacup."

"The wardrobe has sliding doors, a light brown finish, and a slightly faded movie poster on the door, which looks like it's by Liu Xiaoqing."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiang Nanfang stopped moving and stared blankly at Lin Yuan, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Lin Yuan feigned ignorance and asked, "What's wrong, Junior Sister? Why did you stop?"

Xiang Nanfang then came to his senses, his voice filled with surprise: "Senior brother, my bedroom really is like this! Moreover, the day before you woke up, I also dreamed that you went to my house."

Lin Yuan was also 'shocked'.

He gently covered her hand, which was still in place, gesturing for her to continue, and then said, "I remember that after I woke you up that day, I realized that I was a spirit. I said to you, 'I should go now, don't hate me,' and you just kept crying and wouldn't let me go."

Xiang Nanfang continued, "Then you saw me crying so hard and tried to wipe my tears, but you couldn't touch me no matter what you did. Then you kissed my lips, and at that moment, your body became tangible; I could feel your breath and your heartbeat..."

"You even pulled my hand inside your clothes..." Lin Yuan said, then, looking at Xiang Nanfang's shy expression, feigned surprise and asked, "Could it be that this isn't a dream?"

He took her other hand, gently pulled her closer, and planted a light kiss on her cheek: "Good junior sister, it turns out you saved me. It was your love that gave me a new life. Now we really can never be separated again, for all eternity."

In this era, although the government often used the slogan of eliminating ignorance, people still believed in these things to some extent.

Not to mention that Xiang Nanfang had personally experienced all of this, and felt even more strongly that he and Lin Yuan had a destiny ordained by heaven.

"Yes, senior brother, we will never be apart."

"Junior sister, if my leg really heals, are you really willing to stay with Xingyu and me?" Lin Yuan asked hesitantly. "You're not lying to me, are you? If my leg really recovers and you change your minds, then I'd rather just stay like this..."

Xiang Nanfang quickly replied, "Of course it's true, Senior Brother. As long as you can... give me a proper status."

Lin Yuan: "If I can give you a title, you'll be willing to serve me along with Xingyu?"

Xiang Nanfang blushed and nodded slightly.

Lin Yuan squeezed her small hand, his eyes filled with a smile: "You are truly a good junior sister of your senior brother."

Both women wanted official recognition, so marrying two wives at once was definitely not an option. However, his ex-wife should also count as having official recognition, right? Lin Yuan thought to himself.

……

More than half an hour later, Xiang Nanfang walked out of the ward and saw Wu Xiulan and Qiao Sanli sitting outside in the corridor waiting. A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Auntie, Sanli, I'm going back now. I'll come see my senior brother again when I have time tomorrow."

"Good boy, you have a heart."

These days, Wu Xiulan, as Lin Yuan's mother, has seen all the care Xiang Nanfang has shown him. The thought that her son can only choose one wife in the future makes her a little worried.

However, these are ultimately matters for the children, and she can't interfere too much.

Xiang Nanfang blushed even more after being praised, and hurriedly said goodbye before leaving the hospital.

The mother and daughter entered the ward.

Lin Yuan seemed much more relaxed. He looked at Wu Xiulan and said seriously, "Mom, I feel really bad for making you worry and work so hard these past few days. You can stay with me during the day, and go back to rest at night. You have so many 'daughters-in-law' around, they can take turns looking after me."

Wu Xiulan gave him a reproachful look, but had no choice but to agree.

My son is incredibly popular with women.

Each girl was like a fairy descended from heaven, even more beautiful than those in the movies.

Lin Yuan added, "Don't worry about my legs. I'll let you in on a secret: I think I've regained some feeling."

"Really?"

Wu Xiulan and Qiao Sanli both looked at him with surprise and delight.

Lin Yuan nodded, "It's only a little bit, so don't get too excited or spread it around. We'll keep it to ourselves."

"Mom knows."

Wu Xiulan's brows visibly relaxed a bit.

Qiao Sanli smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling.

"Wait for Suqin to come over in a bit, then you can all go back and rest. Sanli, you too, you have to go to class tomorrow, so go home and prepare well tonight. You can come over whenever you need someone to stay with you in bed."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Lin Yuan included Qiao Sanli in his calculations.

However, this kind of care simply involves sleeping on a bed next to the patient and dealing with emergencies. It doesn't require staying up all night to watch over the patient; it's more like changing where the patient sleeps.

Wu Xiulan scolded, "How dare you say that? I haven't even had a chance to hold my grandson yet."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "That's easy. You can go back with Suqin tomorrow and I'll let you hug her all day long."

In the evening, Ma Suqin came to the hospital alone.

Wu Xiulan hurriedly asked, "Where's the child?"

Ma Suqin looked at Lin Yuan, and Lin Yuan nodded to her.

"I left Youyou with my niece and asked her to take care of him for the night. I was worried that bringing him to the hospital would disturb Lin Yuan's rest."

"Youyou? Is that her nickname or her formal name?"

"His nickname is Lin Xin. His formal name is Lin Xin, which is the character '斤' (jin) with the heart radical. Lin Yuan gave it to him."

Wu Xiulan nodded: "Good name, I'll go back with you tomorrow to see my grandson."

Ma Suqin smiled and agreed, "Okay."

Qiao Sanli looked at Ma Suqin; of course she recognized this older sister who had traveled to Northeast China with her.

Before leaving, Sanli quietly returned to the ward, whispered in Lin Yuan's ear, "Brother, am I good to you?"

Lin Yuan sensed a hidden meaning in her words and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What do you mean?"

"It was because I stopped Mom and sent her away that Sister Chang and Sister Xiang were able to help you."

Lin Yuan coughed lightly, ruffled her hair, and said with a stern face, "I don't understand what you're saying. Go back with Mom."

Qiao Sanli chuckled and then ran out to catch up with Wu Xiulan.

(End of this chapter)