GBP Chapter 228 I am Little Cloud
Chapter 228 I am Little Cloud
The door was open when the doctor came in.
He wore a white coat, a pen clipped to his chest, and held a folder in his hand.
He walked to the bedside, opened the folder, looked at the forms inside, and then closed it again.
"You're recovering well." He looked up at Song Huan.
"This child is physically stronger than most people, and his wounds heal very quickly. However, his left hand fracture is quite severe and won't heal for a while, but it won't affect his right hand's ability to write."
Zhang Xuejuan stood beside her, nervously asking, "What about the college entrance exam...?"
The doctor glanced at her. "You'll make it. There are still more than two months left. That should be enough."
Zhang Xuejuan finally felt relieved, and her eyes reddened with joy.
Song Wentao stood behind, his shoulders relaxed, and he let out a long breath.
Xu Wan held Xiao Yunqing's hand and patted the back of her hand with her fingers.
Xiao Haifeng nodded without saying anything, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Xiao Yunqing stood by the bed, looking at Song Huan.
Song Huan smiled at her, but she turned her face away and refused to look at him.
In the days that followed, those who needed to go to work went to work, and those who needed to do their jobs did so.
Song Wentao would come by once a day after work, stand for a while, ask a couple of questions, and then leave.
Zhang Xuejuan came in the morning and evening, and even brought lunch. Song Huan had to tell her several times before she finally changed her schedule to come twice a day.
Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan would come every few days, each time bringing things like fruit, milk, and nutritional supplements, which they would pile up high on the bedside table.
Xiao Yunqing stayed behind.
She didn't go to school; she came every morning and left every evening, more punctual than the nurses.
Song Huan leaned against the pillow, watching her take out textbooks, test papers, and pencil cases from her schoolbag and arrange them neatly on the cabinet.
He couldn't hold back any longer, "Don't you have to go to school?"
Xiao Yunqing spread out the math test paper without even looking up.
"I've taken leave."
Song Huan was taken aback. "The college entrance exam is almost here, will Lao Lu approve it?"
Xiao Yunqing picked up her pen, wrote two lines on the paper, and looked up.
"He initially refused to approve it, but I let my mom answer the phone, and then he approved it."
Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.
alright, you win.
He leaned against the pillow, watching her scribbling and drawing on the test paper, the pen nib making a soft scratching sound.
"You should go to school; there are nurses here to take care of me."
Xiao Yunqing stopped writing, turned around, looked at him, and pouted.
"Can a nurse take care of you as well as I can?"
Song Huan opened her mouth.
But she didn't give him a chance to speak. "Besides, I don't trust anyone else to take care of you. And by doing my homework here, I can help you with your studies. I can ask you questions if I don't understand something. What if you lose your mind if you don't study...?"
She spoke faster and faster, more and more, like beans being poured out, clattering and popping.
Song Huan was both amused and exasperated.
He leaned against the pillows, watching the sunlight stream in through the window and fall on her.
She was wearing a white sweatshirt today, her hair was tied up, her face was white in the light, and her lips were moving as she kept talking.
He smiled but didn't interrupt her.
She talked for a while, then turned back to continue writing her test paper.
The ward was VIP, and he was the only patient there.
There were two beds; he was lying on one, and the other was empty, with Xiao Yunqing's schoolbag and coat piled on it.
The window faces south, and the sunlight shines from morning to afternoon, making it warm and cozy.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the edge of the bed with a math test paper spread out in front of her. She wrote for a while, then stopped, frowned, and pushed the paper over.
"I don't know how to do this question."
Song Huan took it and looked at it.
This is a function problem, part three.
He took a pen and drew a diagram on the draft paper, wrote two steps, then two more steps, and stopped.
After thinking about it again, I wrote down two more steps.
He looked at her, and she looked at him, waiting.
He lowered his head and looked at the question again.
Neither will it.
He tapped his head with his right hand. "Have I really lost my mind after the fall?"
Xiao Yunqing quickly stopped his hand, stood up, went around behind him, and placed both hands on his temples, gently massaging them.
"Let me give you a massage to help restore your memory."
Her fingers were cool as she drew circles on his temples, applying light pressure, but it felt very comfortable.
She lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child.
"I'm Little Cloud. Get well soon. You're the smartest; you can do any problem. Even if you can't do it, it's okay. I'll help you figure it out."
As Song Huan was held down by her, listening to her childish words, she felt a sense of familiarity mixed with a feeling of both amusement and exasperation.
"Are you giving a massage or chanting scriptures?"
Xiao Yunqing pinched the flesh on his shoulder. "Shut up, I'm helping you regain your memories."
Song Huan fell silent.
The sunlight streaming through the window shone warmly on the two of them.
His left hand was still in a cast, hanging in front of his chest, like a wounded soldier.
She pressed his head down from behind, muttering incantations as if casting a spell.
He smiled, and she smiled too.
……
With 56 days left until the college entrance examination, Song Huan is already able to get out of bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground, and tried to stand up.
My legs are a little weak, but I can still stand.
Xiao Yunqing stood beside him, her hands resting on his arms as if she were holding onto something fragile.
"Slow down."
Song Huan took a couple of steps and her legs were no longer weak, but her left hand was still in a sling, making her unbalanced and causing her to walk unsteadily.
Xiao Yunqing pushed in a wheelchair; it was blue, with a metal frame and a black seat.
She helped Song Huan sit down, flipped down the footrest, and positioned his feet.
Then they pushed him around the ward, and around again.
Song Huan couldn't hold back any longer, "My leg isn't lame."
Xiao Yunqing ignored him, pushed him out of the ward, into the elevator, down to the first floor, through the corridor, and pushed open the glass door.
The garden is small, with a few banyan trees, a few stone benches, and a cobblestone path.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
Xiao Yunqing pushed him around the garden for a while, then stopped in a sunny spot.
She moved a chair and sat down next to him, took out her English textbook from her bag, and turned to the vocabulary list page.
"Abandon," she repeated.
"Abandon," Song Huan repeated.
"Give up," Song Huan said.
Xiao Yunqing nodded and continued reading, "ability".
"ability."
The two of them took turns reading aloud and answering, like a teacher asking questions of students in class.
After reading more than a dozen, Xiao Yunqing stopped and turned to look at him.
Are you tired?
Song Huan shook her head.
Xiao Yunqing read a few more words, then stopped and looked at him.
Song Huan leaned back in his wheelchair, squinting, the sunlight shining on his face and making his eyelashes glisten.
"Are you sleepy?" Xiao Yunqing asked.
"A little," Song Huan said.
Xiao Yunqing closed her English textbook and placed it on her lap.
"Then you take a nap, I'll study vocabulary."
Song Huan closed her eyes.
The wind blows, and the banyan leaves rustle.
He heard the sound of her turning the pages of a book, and the sound of her softly reciting words, as if she were humming a song.
In the afternoon, the door to the ward was pushed open without knocking.
Zhao Qihang was the first to rush in, carrying a bag of fruit, his round head covered in sweat.
"Holy crap, are you alright?"
He placed the fruit on the bedside table, bent down, and looked Song Huan up and down as if examining some rare treasure.
Chen Xu followed behind, also carrying a bag of fruit, twice the size of Zhao Qihang's.
He didn't speak, but stood by the bed, looking at Song Huan.
Zhou Shan was the last to come in, holding a bouquet of pink carnations in a plastic bottle.
She placed the flowers on the windowsill, turned around, looked at Song Huan, her eyes a little red, and said, "You scared us to death."
Song Huan smiled and said, "It's alright, I won't die."
Zhao Qihang sat down on the edge of the bed and began to speak.
She talked about school, teachers, classmates, and exam papers, her mouth never stopping, like a dam bursting.
Xiao Yunqing listened for a while, then interrupted him, holding out her hand, "Where's the test paper?"
Zhao Qihang's words stuck in his throat.
He looked at Song Huan with pity in his eyes, then slowly pulled a thick stack of test papers from his schoolbag, clipped together with the corners rolled up.
Xiao Yunqing took it and placed it on the bedside table.
"These are our two test papers. We need to finish them in the next few days; we can't fall too far behind in our studies."
Song Huan looked at the stack of test papers and twitched her lips.
I only missed a few days of school, how come I have so many test papers?
Zhao Qihang chuckled twice as he looked at Song Huan's expression. "Not many, just the ones posted in the last few days."
Chen Xu added from the side, "There's another stack; bring it tomorrow."
Song Huan closed her eyes, not wanting to speak anymore.
I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just a hallucination...
Chen Fei arrived later in the afternoon.
He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a folder in his hand, and stood at the door of the ward, knocking on the door.
"Come in," Song Huan said.
Chen Fei walked in, first glancing at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing was sitting on the edge of the bed writing a test paper, the pen scratching on the paper, without looking up.
Chen Fei walked to the bedside, opened the folder, and said, "Boss, everything is normal at the studio. All thirty-five employees are here; no one has left."
He turned a page. "This month's revenue is up 15 percent from last month. The Taobao store has a 98 percent positive feedback rate, and we've hired five new employees who are currently being trained."
Song Huan leaned against the pillows, listening slowly, nodding occasionally.
Xiao Yunqing was writing her test paper next to Song Huan, and every now and then she would look up and glance at Song Huan.
I wrote a little more, and glanced at Song Huan again.
Song Huan noticed, but didn't say anything.
After Chen Fei finished his report, he closed the folder.
"Boss, take good care of your injury. I'll take care of things at the studio."
Song Huan nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."
Chen Fei waved his hand and left.
The door closed.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and continued writing the exam paper.
The pen scratched across the paper as he wrote a line, then looked up and glanced at Song Huan.
Song Huan leaned against the pillows, looking at her. "Why are you looking at me? Go do your test."
Xiao Yunqing pouted, "I was just looking, so what?"
Song Huan didn't speak, but looked away and gazed out the window.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling brightly on the floor.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and continued writing.
The pen tip danced on the paper, making a soft, scratching sound.
After writing for a while, she looked up and glanced at him again.
This time he didn't look at her; his eyes were closed, and his breathing was very light.
She looked at it for a while, then lowered her head and continued writing.
A gust of wind blew in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.