I returned to the ward carrying the packing box I bought from another noodle shop.
“Here comes the noodles.” I put the packing box on the bedside table.
Hence while untying the plastic bag, he explained, "Sister Wang's original store has closed and is moving to a new place. It hasn't been packed up yet and the fire can't be turned on."
Hind "I bought this from another store. You can take a bite first."
He Shiyu's eyes were a little disappointed, but a shallow smile quickly appeared on her face: "It doesn't matter, I will eat whatever you buy."
She took the chopsticks I handed over, picked up the noodles, and ate them in small bites.
"When you get better, it's time for Sister Wang's new store to open." I found a topic.
He Shiyu raised her head, and her smile became more genuine this time: "Well, her noodles are the most delicious."
He Shiyu continued to eat the bowl of substitute noodles with her head down, without saying anything else.
I remember that I took her to Sister Wang’s place to eat noodles.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, after the peak meal delivery period, the ward suddenly became lively.
Several fellow riders at the site met to visit He Shiyu, and the small ward suddenly seemed a little crowded.
"Sister He, are you okay?"
"We brought you some fruits..."
He Shiyu obviously has great authority among these people. She greeted everyone with a smile.
I stood aside and watched, and my eyes fell on the most active young man, Chen Zhipeng, a fellow from my hometown.
He was busy as soon as he arrived, pouring water for He Shiyu, raising the pillow to make her lean more comfortable, and carefully washing the fruits that everyone brought.
"Sister He, what did the doctor say? How long do I need to stay?" Chen Zhi was very concerned.
"This time it hurts my muscles and bones, at least I have to rest for two or three months." He Shiyu took the apple chunks he handed over.
The other riders exchanged glances with each other, with tacit smiles on their faces.
Everyone can see how much Chen Zhipeng thinks about He Shiyu.
I looked at this scene with some complicated feelings. He Shiyu is a good girl, down-to-earth and hard-working, with a cheerful personality.
Chen Zhipeng, this guy, is hard-working and has no bad intentions.
"Okay, don't crowd here, let the patient have a good rest." I interrupted their chat.
Everyone then said goodbye and left one after another.
Chen Zhipeng walked at the end and looked back at He Shiyu several times before closing the door.
The ward became quiet again. He Shiyu leaned on the bed and sighed softly.
"These boys..." There was a hint of helplessness in her tone.
I didn't know what Chen Zhipeng was thinking, I just said, "Brothers are all very concerned about you. Get well first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
I recognized the trainee nurse who followed me at a glance, Charlene, who lived next door to my rental house.
She obviously saw me too. Her eyes stayed on my face for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened, recording her vital signs.
After they finished checking and walked out of the ward, I followed her out and stopped her at the door of the nurse station.
"Nurse Xia."
Charlene turned around and asked playfully: "What's the matter?"
"The one inside, He Shiyu, is a rider at my station. Please help me and take care of me."
Charlene put her hands in the pockets of her white coat: "Oh? Why should I help you?"
I looked at her knowing look and lowered my voice: "No big deal, I'll give you a red envelope later. It's better than doing those sideline live broadcasts in your room in the middle of the night."
The laziness on Charlene's face froze for a moment: "So you peeked."
"How can you call it peeking." I said without changing my expression, "It's just helping each other. How about it?"
She was silent for a few seconds. For a second, he looked me up and down, as if weighing the pros and cons: "Okay, the red envelope will be waived. Remember to owe me a favor."
After finishing the matters at the hospital, I just walked to the entrance of the inpatient department when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Wang Qiuya's name lit up on the screen.
I answered the phone. There was faint jazz and noisy voices in the background.
"Are you back from your hometown?" Wang Qiuya's voice came.
“Well, I’ve gone back to the city.” I responded truthfully. When I came back today, I ran into He Shiyu’s car accident and was very busy.
"Then come and pick me up at the bar." Wang Qiuya said and hung up the phone.
After a while, I pushed open the door of the half-awakened bar. This was supposed to be the golden hour when the place was full.
But now, although there are still many guests, it has only returned to 60 to 70% of its former liveliness.
There are a few tables sitting sparsely in front of the bar, and a few booths are empty.
"I didn't expect that boy named Li to be really capable." I muttered to myself.
The half-awake bar was about to collapse, but Lee Jae-hoon was able to bring it back to life.
I walked through the slightly deserted lobby and walked to the office.
Opening the door, Wang Qiuya and Li Zaixun were sitting opposite each other.
Lee Jae-hoon, wearing a crisp suit, was talking eloquently:
"As long as Mr. Wang agrees, I will immediately contact a professional girl group from South Korea to perform in bars. This is a very mature business model in Seoul..."
Seeing me come in, he paused for a moment, and then continued to say to Wang Qiuya:
"We can create an exclusive stage and update the playlist every week. These girl groups have a fixed fan base in South Korea, and they will definitely attract more young customers."
Wang Qiuya didn't want to continue the conversation when she saw me coming: "Let's do this for now. We'll discuss the specific plan next time."
Li Zaixun stood up and said, "Then I'll prepare a detailed budget report first."
When he left, he gave me a provocative look.
“What do you think of his proposal?” Wang Qiuya suddenly asked me.
I sat down on the chair opposite her: "I don't know much about bar operations, but I'm pretty good at reading people."
Wang Qiuya chuckled lightly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Be careful about that person named Li. He is not of my race. His heart must be different. But the most important thing now is your body."
"It's not as exaggerated as you said. He always wants to do better." Wang Qiuya defended him.
I looked at the time and said, "It's time to go back. You can't stay up late lately."
On the way to send her home, Wang Qiuya kept looking out the window in a trance.
As she was approaching her residence, she suddenly said: "Actually, Lee Jae-hoon also proposed to transform the second floor into a Korean barbecue area."
"What do you think?" I asked her back.
"I refused. Half-awake is half-awake, there is no need to be anything else." Wang Qiuya has her own ideas about running a bar.
The car stopped in front of the villa. I unbuckled my seat belt and was about to reach out to help her, but she blocked my arm.
"No need to help, I'm not that rich."
I walked around to the other side of the car and watched her stand firm, and then felt a little relieved.
"Don't work so late in the future. Even if it's not for yourself, think more about the baby in your belly."
“I know what you are thinking, this child has nothing to do with you.” She responded very domineeringly, rejecting all my good intentions.