bayedsolid Chapter 193 The Ward
Chapter 193 The Ward
Zhou Jiefang sat alone in the pristine white ward, the air filled with the faint smell of disinfectant.
Wen Yunfang lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, like a sleeping angel.
Two transparent IV drip bottles hung from her slender hands, the medicine inside flowing into her body at a steady and slow pace.
The girl's face was beautiful, like a finely crafted work of art.
She lay there quietly and peacefully, radiating a fragile beauty that tugged at the heartstrings.
Time passed quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Wen Yunfang's eyelids trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiefang, who had been staring intently at Wen Yunfang, quickly got up and walked to the bedside, asking with concern:
"Wen Yunfang, you're finally awake! Does the incision still hurt?"
His tone was full of anxiety and worry.
Wen Yunfang weakly opened her mouth, emitting an extremely faint sound:
"Thank you so much... I'm so grateful to you all..."
Every few words she spoke, she would involuntarily furrow her brow, clearly the pain from the incision was becoming unbearable.
Zhou Jiefang quickly and gently comforted her:
"Don't rush to speak, rest for a while first. By the way, do you have a phone at home? I need to notify your family."
Wen Yunfang nodded with difficulty and said haltingly:
"Call my brother... his phone number is xxxxxxx."
After saying these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and was breathing heavily.
Zhou Jiefang quickly took out paper and pen and carefully wrote down the phone number that Wen Yunfang gave him.
Then, he looked up at Wen Yunfang and asked again to confirm:
"I'll go downstairs to make a call right now. Can you manage here by yourself?"
Wen Yunfang forced a smile and answered in a slightly louder but still very weak voice:
"Yes, it's okay, thank you."
Zhou Jiefang gently grasped the doorknob of the ward, slowly pushed the door open a crack, tiptoed out of the ward, and casually closed the door behind him.
However, just a few steps away, a strange sense of unease suddenly welled up inside him, as if he had forgotten something important behind him. So he stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around and quickly returned to the ward.
Zhou Jiefang walked straight to the stool he had been sitting on and plopped down in it.
He turned to look at Wen Yunfang lying on the hospital bed, a gentle smile appearing on his face:
"I'll make the call later. I'm really worried about leaving you here alone."
After they finished speaking, the two fell silent, and the entire ward instantly fell into a deathly silence. Even the faint dripping sound of the medicine in the IV drip seemed exceptionally clear at that moment.
Time passed by, and after about ten minutes, Wen Yunfang, who had been breathing steadily and deeply with her eyes closed, gradually fell asleep again.
However, what was worrying was that her brows would furrow tightly from time to time, as if she were experiencing some pain and distress in her dreams. Zhou Jiefang silently gazed at the sleeping Wen Yunfang, his eyes filled with concern and worry.
Just then, a slight creaking sound broke the silence in the ward.
It turned out that the door to the ward had been gently pushed open from the outside, and then a tall, refined-looking man walked in carrying a steaming hot meal.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Jiefang quickly stood up, his face beaming with smiles, and greeted him, "President Zhao! You've arrived!"
The visitor was Zhao Yuan. He nodded slightly, then his gaze fell on Wen Yunfang on the hospital bed, and he asked softly:
"How is she? Has she woken up?"
Zhou Jiefang quickly replied, "Yes, I woke up for a little while, said a few words to me, and then fell asleep again."
"Oh, by the way, this is her brother's phone number. I was planning to call him after you arrived to let him know." With that, Zhou Jiefang handed a slip of paper to Zhaoyuan.
"I'll make the call, you eat first."
As Zhao Yuan spoke, he took the phone number from Zhou Jiefang's hand, then turned and walked downstairs. He walked briskly and soon arrived at the public phone booth downstairs.
Zhao Yuan walked into the phone booth, carefully placed the slip of paper with the phone number written on it aside, then picked up the receiver and skillfully dialed the string of numbers.
However, no one answered the phone.
Zhao Yuan frowned and dialed again, unwilling to give up, but the result was the same.
He dialed several times, but each time he only heard that monotonous and frustrating dial tone.
Just then, an impatient voice came from behind:
"Hey, you over there, hurry up, you've been playing for too long!"
Zhao Yuan then realized that he had been using the phone for a long time. He looked back awkwardly and saw that the people waiting in line behind him to make a call were looking at him with dissatisfaction.
So he quickly hung up the phone, hurried out of the phone booth, and went back to the ward upstairs.
When Zhao Yuan returned to the ward, Zhou Jiefang immediately greeted him and asked:
"Mr. Zhao, did you get through on the phone?"
Zhao Yuan shook his head helplessly and replied:
"No, no one answered. I called several times but no one answered."
After saying that, he sighed softly.
At that moment, a faint sound suddenly came from the hospital bed:
"Excuse me... what time is it?"
Zhou Jiefang quickly went to the bedside, glanced at his watch, and said:
It's almost seven o'clock.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yunfang, lying in her hospital bed, showed a hint of anxiety on her face and said softly:
"My brother and his family got off work early, and we don't have a phone at home. Could you please call my brother's house again? The phone number is xxxxxxxx, xxxxxx."
Zhou Jiefang carefully wrote down the two phone numbers neatly in the small notebook he carried with him, as if these small numbers carried a great hope and responsibility.
"I'll make the call. You go and ask the doctor when she can drink water and soup." Zhao Yuan said, straightening the slightly wrinkled hem of his clothes, and then walked quickly towards the ward door.
“Hmm.” Zhou Jiefang responded briefly, watching Zhao Yuan leave the ward, then turned and walked towards the doctor’s office.
Zhao Yuan quickly arrived at the public phone booth downstairs and eagerly dialed the first number.
However, all he got was a long busy signal on the other end of the phone. He hung up and dialed again, repeating this several times.