Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I received a reply from my mother: ["Do you need me to teach you how to take care of people?"]
"No need, Xiao Jiang has already taught me everything, I can figure it out."
["Oh, my daughter is so capable, she knows how to take care of people now."]
Zhao Jinmai typed: [“I’m just practicing first, so I’ll have experience when you’re in the hospital, Mom.”]
My mom replied: [“Mom doesn’t want to be hospitalized, so it’s best if you don’t need this skill.”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Then all my training was for nothing.”]
Put away your phone.

She poured Liu Haochun a glass of water and said sternly, "Haochun, you need to drink water, or you'll get dehydrated."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

She glanced at the memo and saw Jiang Yang's instructions, which she read aloud word for word: "Otherwise, you'll get electrolyte imbalance!"

I went out to buy breakfast for Liu Haochun.

I carried the packaged pumpkin porridge to the hospital, took a picture, and posted it on my WeChat Moments.

Two accompanying images.

One photo shows pumpkin porridge, and the other shows Liu Haochun lying in a hospital bed, still half asleep.

The caption reads: [First day of independently caring for a patient, everything went smoothly and I figured it out pretty well.]
Liu Haochun was scrolling through his phone in his hospital bed.

I just liked MaiMai's post on WeChat Moments.

Then I saw Yang Chaoyue's reply below: [What's wrong with Haochun?]
Zhao Jinmai replied to Yang Chaoyue: [I'm getting horny.]
Liu Haochun raised an eyebrow and typed a reply to Zhao Jinmai: [It's a fever, not a horny urge.]
I have a feeling that if Zhao Jinmai takes care of me, my hospital stay might be prolonged.

Before Zhao Jinmai returned, Liu Haochun asked the nurse to take his temperature.

The patient was found to still have a low-grade fever of 37.5 degrees Celsius.

Next, I measured their blood pressure and heart rate.

Upon examination of the throat, the tonsils were no longer red and swollen.

There was no feeling of chest tightness or shortness of breath.

Stop the IV drip to reduce the fever.

The fever reducer was switched to oral ibuprofen.

Antibiotics may be changed from intravenous injection to oral administration.

If the fever subsides and does not recur by evening, and the inflammatory markers decrease, a discharge certificate can be issued. You will need to purchase antibiotics and complete the full course of treatment.

I lay back down in bed.

Looking at the empty ward, Liu Haochun felt a sense of emptiness.

He turned his head to look at the folding chair next to him.

There were originally dents where Jiang Yang had lain down, but now Zhao Jinmai has shrunk them by sitting on them.

The cleaning staff came in to clean and swept a piece of paper out from under the bed. It had Jiang Yang's messy handwriting on it. Just as the cleaning staff was about to sweep it away, Liu Haochun quickly called out to stop them.

I took it in my hand and blew on it.

Wipe off the dust with a tissue.

It's Jiang Yang's manuscript for writing a song. It must have been left by Jiang Yang, as it has his handwriting on it.

It's those few lines of text that I saw last night.

I didn't look at it closely at the time.

Because last night, all my attention was on Jiang Yang.

Liu Haochun's gaze was fixed on the lyrics of the manuscript when he suddenly realized something.

Recalling Jiang Yang writing songs last night, he would occasionally look up at the IV bag, then at her, pause with his pen, smile at her, and then continue to think, compose music, and write songs.

The lyrics are still the same few lines.

I think I understand what it means now.

She read line by line, whispering and silently, as images flashed through her mind:

"Carrying a small, heavy dream on my back."

It reminded me of the arduous time I spent practicing dance since I was a child.

A night of frantically studying but failing the exam.

The moment when she wanted to atone for her parents' sins and gritted her teeth to persevere for her dreams, she suddenly broke down.

Then comes the second sentence:

"Grab the sleeve of fate and wait for me at the crossroads."

When grabbing "Calories," tell yourself that Chaoyue won't hold a grudge against you.

In reality, it was a pathetic attempt to seize an opportunity.

Fortunately, the video call with Chaoyue pulled me back on track.

Then the third sentence:

"So that all those who look down on me will know."

When I first started learning to dance in elementary school, my dance teacher told me that my legs weren't straight and that I shouldn't even dream about it.

When I didn't win the championship and went home, my parents always said I was just a little short. Now, what I'm most afraid of is that Jiang Yang will also look down on me.

So she really wanted to prove it to Jiang Yang, but she was also afraid that Jiang Yang would be disappointed.

"Fortunately, I've traveled with you to this different time and space. The future is before my eyes, and I've raised my head to meet a better version of myself."

Last night, while she had a fever, she deliberately tried to attract Jiang Yang's attention.

I don't want to fall asleep so quickly.

She nestled in Jiang Yang's arms and asked him if she was a failure, but Jiang Yang still said she was excellent.

The self I see in Jiang Yang's pupils.

She is a better version of herself that she believes in even more than the one she sees in the mirror.

It is very possible that this unfinished song was rewritten by Jiang Yang for himself.

Liu Haochun's eyes reddened.

A tear fell onto the word "me" in the last line of the manuscript, "a better me".

At this moment, I miss Jiang Yang very much.

Because I truly understand myself.

I understand that I need to be seen, so I give myself enough importance.

He messaged Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, was that song you wrote last night for me?"
My fingers trembled as I tapped the screen.

The message was not sent.

Looking at the words I typed, a voice popped into my head.

Am I worthy?
The ward door was pushed open, and Zhao Jinmai came in: "Haochun, I bought pumpkin porridge! Aren't I amazing?"

Liu Haochun immediately put away his phone, hiding his emotions, and smiled at Mai Mai: "Amazing, Mai Mai is the best."

finish breakfast.

Liu Haochun wanted to get out of bed and walk around, but Zhao Jinmai immediately got up to stop him: "No! Xiao Jiang said you have to stay in bed."

"I need to pee urgently."

"Oh right, then I'll go with you."

Back in the hospital bed.

Every half hour, Zhao Jinmai would ask, "Haochun, are you feeling dizzy? Do you want to get your blood oxygen level checked?"

Liu Haochun was exasperated by the question: "MaiMai, I have a fever, not a terminal illness."

Lying in the hospital bed, I chatted with Zhao Jinmai about the recent promotion of "A Little Reunion".

This will provide valuable experience for promoting the film "Fighter of the Destiny" in the future.

Suddenly my throat felt itchy, and I coughed a few times.

Zhao Jinmai immediately frantically flipped through the memo.

She realized that Jiang Yang hadn't told her how to deal with it.

So I decided to pat Liu Haochun on the back.

The force was so great that it almost made Liu Haochun vomit.

After recovering, Liu Haochun lay in his hospital bed, missing Jiang Yang even more.

Jiang Yang took good care of himself and made him very comfortable.

Under Zhao Jinmai's care, there was a feeling that Zhao Jinmai wished she would be given a critical illness notice at any time.

Mai Mai didn't go home until after dinner.

Liu Haochun took out his phone and looked at the unsent WeChat message in his chat with Jiang Yang.

Delete.

Edit the text again: [“Jiang Yang, where are you?”]
["Just arrived in Chongqing."] Received Jiang Yang's reply.

Jiang Yang sat in the car that the old man had driven to pick him up.

I finished recording a song in Beiping in the morning and then boarded the high-speed train. By the time I arrived in Chongqing, it was already past six o'clock.

It was getting dark.

As soon as I got off the train, I saw an old man with a cigarette in his mouth. His sister was in class at the moment, otherwise she would definitely have come to pick him up.

An old Corolla was parked in the parking lot; the old man had driven it to pick him up.

He grumbled as he helped Jiang Yang put his suitcase in the trunk; the old man got angry whenever he mentioned the Corolla.

"You son of a bitch! You stole my Mercedes and drove off to Beiping during the New Year, leaving me with this beat-up Corolla. I'm too scared to even honk my horn when I go out now!" (End of Chapter)