Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

He carried Liu Haochun to the car and placed her in the passenger seat.

Starting from the south gate of the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy, drive along Wanquansi Road to Zhongguancun Street, and stop at Beiping Haidian Hospital, the closest hospital to the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy.

A top-tier public hospital with reliable emergency services, suitable for students to claim medical insurance reimbursement.

It's also the closest location with few traffic lights, and I'm worried that Liu Haochun's high fever might not be able to withstand the long journey.

There are vendors selling thermos cups and washbasins outside the hospital.

You can see the ambulance with its lights flashing as it turns into the green channel.

Go directly to the emergency department.

Upon arriving at the triage desk, the nurse used an old-fashioned desktop computer to register Liu Haochun's information.

Patients with fever follow the handwritten consultation process for those with fever that is displayed on the wall.

First, body temperature is measured.

A temperature of 38.5 degrees Celsius is considered a high fever and requires fever-reducing treatment.

I need an IV drip.

Jiang Yang was not reassured by just taking his temperature.

Also, do a complete blood count.

The results showed elevated white blood cell count, which was caused by a bacterial infection.

It may be caused by high stress and a weakened immune system.

Auscultation of the lungs revealed no rales, indicating that it is not pneumonia.

Next, a flu test was conducted, which came back negative, ruling out the flu.

The doctor finally diagnosed it as an acute upper respiratory tract infection.

Because of the accompanying mild dehydration, it is recommended to receive intravenous fluid replacement, take antipyretics, and be observed in the hospital.

Liu Haochun sat on a green plastic chair while receiving an IV drip in the emergency observation area.

She had already taken off her school uniform jacket, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her fair forearm skin, and was ready to receive the injection.

She gripped Jiang Yang's sleeve tightly and leaned half her body into his arms.

"Sit properly," Jiang Yang reminded her. "Last time when Chao Yue was getting an IV drip during filming, she pulled the needle askew. Don't follow her example."

"Oh."

Liu Haochun sat up straight and added, "I'm sick, Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang's lips twitched: "Fine, are you afraid of needles?"

Liu Haochun stopped gripping Jiang Yang's collar, but his fingers slid down Jiang Yang's collar.

It landed on the back of Jiang Yang's hand.

Seeing that Jiang Yang did not resist, she quietly slipped her finger inside.

I didn't dare to grip it tightly, so I just held it close like this.

Seeing the nurse flick the syringe over, Liu Haochun stared at the needle tip and said softly, "I'm not afraid of needles. When I was a kid, I got injured while dancing and had to get a cortisone injection, which hurt much more than this."

While speaking.

When the needle pierced his skin, Liu Haochun's body stiffened abruptly, his fingers curled up, and his cheeks tensed: "It doesn't hurt."

Just finished.

She pouted and changed her tune: "Actually, it hurts a little bit."

The bravado that can only be shed in front of certain people hides a cautious trust.

She understands that there are people for whom she should show weakness.

"It hurts too," Jiang Yang gasped in pain.

Liu Haochun then realized that he didn't know anything and pinched Jiang Yang's palm.

She quickly let go.

He apologized repeatedly.

Her fingers were still carefully hooked around Jiang Yang's fingertips.

While receiving the IV drip, Liu Haochun pretended to cough and leaned into Jiang Yang's arms, resting his cheek on Jiang Yang's shoulder.

In the infusion hall, the rumbling of metal cart wheels rolling over the floor tiles could be heard from time to time, mixed with the squeak of nurses' rubber shoes as they walked by quickly.

There was also a dry, muffled cough, accompanied by phlegm.

The middle-aged man in the next seat was curled up in his chair snoring, with tape on the back of his hand.

Jiang Yang scrolled through his phone, occasionally glancing at Liu Haochun's movements and the progress of his IV drip.

Liu Haochun traced circles on Jiang Yang's palm where she had just pinched him until it turned red.

In the corner, a child, exhausted from crying, lay asleep on his mother's lap, tears still glistening on his eyelashes. Liu Haochun's head was still spinning.

The two didn't talk much and just sat there quietly.

Gently rub with your fingertips.

Apologizing to Jiang Yang was also a way of confirming Jiang Yang's existence.

She would quietly blow air onto that little red mark.

They would also press their fingertips against it and squint their eyes to take a look.

Suddenly, she felt that the red marks Jiang Yang had left on her palm were like stamps she had unintentionally left behind.

Whenever someone adjusts the needle, you can always hear the sticky sound of the tape being torn off.

You can smell the pungent disinfectant odor mixed with the sourness of the alcohol swabs.

The cold air from the central air conditioning was blowing down from above.

Liu Haochun unconsciously shrank closer to Jiang Yang's shoulder, her attention focused solely on him.

A hug is more desirable than fever reducer.

Even though I hurt my boss, he's the one who's trying to comfort me.

I recalled what Yang Chaoyue had said.

What a great boss.

After two hours of IV fluids, I took my temperature, and it had dropped to 37.8 degrees Celsius.

My headache has eased somewhat.

Still weak.

The doctor said that the fever had subsided, but there was still inflammation, and the symptoms might recur overnight. He recommended that the patient be hospitalized for observation overnight.

A private hospital room was booked.

After Liu Haochun lay down on the bed, Jiang Yang covered her with a blanket and chatted for a few minutes.

Seeing Jiang Yang get up to leave, Liu Haochun suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Yang's fingers: "Could you wait until I fall asleep before you leave?"

More frightening than being sick with a fever is an empty room and unanswered calls.

Done.

She coughed twice loudly.

"I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you tonight."

Jiang Yang gently patted Liu Haochun's hand.

He took her hand, placed it on the hospital bed, and covered her with the blanket: "I'm going to buy some food. Message me if you need anything."

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun felt a little more at ease: "Be careful on the road."

He added, "Come back soon."

Seeing Jiang Yang leave, she gazed at the closed hospital room door and whispered, "I want you to come back soon."

Jiang Yang had written down all the dietary restrictions Liu Haochun was advised to follow after hearing the doctor's instructions.

Spicy, greasy, raw, cold, and sweet foods should all be avoided when you have a fever.

So I simply brought Liu Haochun some stomach-soothing pumpkin porridge and some soft, easily digestible steamed egg custard.

Received a message from Zhao Jinmai:

[“Xiao Jiang, the final payment for ‘A Little Reunion’ has arrived! My mom just gave me 100,000 yuan and told me to spend it myself. I’m so rich now, hahaha!”]
This was followed by a screenshot showing a WeChat balance of 100,000 yuan.

Then came another message: ["Honestly, I really have to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, my mom wouldn't have given me the money so readily. She would definitely still be keeping an eye on me. Oh, by the way, has your final payment for the film arrived yet?"]
Jiang Yang glanced at Zhao Jinmai's message.

Final payment?

He's not going to collect the final payment.

Yang Chaoyue did receive the message; he acted in the film for free.

However, the initial payment of 300,000 yuan for his supporting role and acting coaching in "Fighter of the Destiny" has arrived.

When I opened WeChat to scan the QR code to pay, I suddenly realized that I had eight yuan left in my WeChat account.

He chatted with Zhao Jinmai on WeChat for a few minutes, then typed a message: [“Maimai, could you lend me some money? I want to buy Lulu a new dress.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Wow, I’m so rich! But who’s Lulu?”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“A girl.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Is this your boyfriend?”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: ["Yes, her full name is Nakoruru. I've got my eye on an outfit; it costs 100 yuan."]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Xiao Jiang, although I've never been in a relationship myself, as someone who's been through it, I have to say a few words to you.”]
Then came another message: ["When you're pursuing a girl, you have to be more generous. Don't be stingy, or she'll think you're petty."]
I received a notification that Zhao Jinmai transferred 1,000 yuan to me via WeChat.

Jiangyang receives payments instantly.

There was no psychological burden at all.

Zhao Jinmai then asked, "How's it going? Are things going well with your boyfriend?"
Jiang Yang typed back: [“I’m a pro at it.”] (End of Chapter)