Peerless Beauty – Chapter 92
by Little PandaLove
One must have an awareness of love
The curtain blocks the light, and the room becomes hazy and dim.
Lu Yinxi lies on the bed, unwilling to close her eyes, tracing Jian Qing’s face with her gaze.
Jian Qing lies on her side beside her, her sleeping face calm, like a piece of cold jade quietly lying in the snow.
This piece of cold jade, she picked up, held in her bosom, and treated as a treasure.
But she feels like a thief who steals jade, taking something that doesn’t truly belong to her.
Perhaps one day, this piece of cold jade will leave her and disappear.
This feeling of fear can’t be told to anyone; she can only silently digest it herself.
Lu Yinxi lowers her head and cautiously kisses Jian Qing’s little finger resting on her arm.
It’s now July, with August, September, October, November, and December still to comeβfive months to get through. No matter what happens in the future, she will stay by this person’s side, never leaving, until the destined last moment.
The most reasonable nap time is controlled within 30 minutes, and Jian Qing wakes up in about 25 minutes.
Lu Yinxi couldn’t sleep because she slept too much in the morning, so she just closed her eyes to rest.
Jian Qing changed clothes, bent down, and kissed Lu Yinxi’s forehead: “I’m leaving.”
Lu Yinxi opened her eyes and grabbed the corner of her clothes: “You still owe me one compensation.”
Jian Qing lightly raised an eyebrow: “What compensation?”
“My blue and white striped long shirt, which I really liked and wanted to wear, was ruined by a glass of red wine you spilled, and you said you’d compensate me 520 yuan.”
Jian Qing said doubtfully, “Did I say that?”
Lu Yinxi nodded: “You did.”
Jian Qing tried to recall; in her memory, she hadn’t said such words at allβ¦
Lu Yinxi slapped her forehead with a paw: “Don’t play tricks!”
Jian Qing lowered her head again and kissed her chin: “I’ll buy you an identical one.”
After finishing speaking, she also transferred 520 yuan to her.
Lu Yinxi looked at the number on the phone screen and smiled slightly.
This ice block has never personally expressed words like “like” or “love”; she can only use small schemes like this to make someone express them.
It’s another week’s separation.
In the afternoon, Lu Yinxi goes to rehearsal, and Jian Qing drives back to Jiangzhou City.
At night, at 8:05, it’s class break time.
After having already taught two elective classes, Jian Qing feels her throat is somewhat dry, so she twists open the thermos and sips a few mouthfuls of warm water.
The students below the stage are chatting or playing on their phones.
While drinking water, she operates the computer on the podium, opens the charity gala’s online live broadcast, and projects it onto the big screen for the students to watch.
Incidentally, she watches it herself too.
In the live stream, they’re currently playing documentary footage of earthquake rescue as a warm-up.
The students below the stage raise their heads, look at the screen, and discuss excitedly.
Jian Qing has seen too much of those rescue scenes and doesn’t want to watch them again, so she temporarily shifts her gaze away, looks at the grass and trees outside the window, rubs her brow, and relaxes her eyes.
“First Affiliated! It’s our school’s hospital!”
“Teacher! Teacher! There you are! I see you!”
The students below the stage pointed at the screen, excitedly calling out to Jian Qing.
Jian Qing directed her gaze to the computer screen and saw that one segment was captured by her car’s dashcam, showing the transport of wounded from D City to the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou for treatment. Another segment was filmed by a CCTV reporter on their way to B County, capturing their first medical team on the bus.
At that time, she was looking out the window, and the camera lingered on her side profile for a few seconds.
During those days, Lu Yinxi watched all the news reports for those few seconds and finally saw her side profile on the CCTV channel.
The disaster relief charity performance didn’t have too many flashy programs; it mostly consisted of choir performances. The songs were all patriotic, focused on unity, inspiration, and other main themes, with one song following another, and everyone wearing unified black T-shirts.
The camera sweeps over one by one, and Jian Qing stares at the screen, searching for Lu Yinxi’s figure in the footage. Finally, when the class bell rings, she sees Lu Yinxi among the group of celebrities.
With just that one glance, Jian Qing turns off the live stream and continues with the class.
Late at night, after both had a busy day, they lay in bed.
Lu Yinxi, trying to be reserved, waits for Jian Qing to contact her first.
Jian Qing is catching up on watching the complete disaster relief charity performance.
She’s not good at taking the initiative to contact people, so she waits for Lu Yinxi to call or send a message as usual.
Lu Yinxi waited for ten minutes, and when Jian Qing didn’t take the initiative, she opened the private chat dialog box, typed rapidly, and sent a message.
γTeacher Jian, you must be aware of being in love.γ
Jian Qing looked at it and replied with a default questioning emoji.
Lu Yinxi, seeing that plain emoji, picked several from her own emoji library and sent them over.
γYou must learn to take the initiative to say good night to me. Also, save the images; you can use these kinds of emojis in the future.γ
Their generation doesn’t use emojis much; usually, online communication among colleagues mainly uses system default flowers, smiles, and handshake emojis, which are plain and old-fashioned.
Jian Qing was silent for a few seconds and replied: γStudent Lu, do you think there’s a generation gap between usβ¦γ
It seemed a bit melancholic.
Lu Yinxi hurriedly explained: γNo, no! I want you to come into contact with some cute things.γ
Jian Qing said, γI’m already in contact.γ
As she said this, she sent over a screenshot of Lu Yinxi from the charity performance live stream.
Even though the face in the screenshot was somewhat blurry, Lu Yinxi, considering the context, was still wrapped in a quilt, happily rolling from the headboard to the footboard of the bed, almost falling off the bed.
At two o’clock in the late night, Wei Mingming, yawning, sent a new draft of the paper to Jian Qing.
γBoss, I stayed up all night revising it. No need to praise me; just help me check it when you have time tomorrow [cute].γ
In the morning, Wei Mingming woke up after only four hours of sleep and nervously checked Jian Qing’s reply on her phone.
Jian Qing had marked more than ten places in her paper with a red line and had switched to a cold, sarcastic mode.
γConfused.jpgγ
γAre you really a graduate of the five-year English program?γ
γDo you know what it’s like for an eighty-year-old grandma to chase her grandson to feed him?γ
γThat’s what it’s like between me and you.γ
The first picture is of Tom Cat with its hands behind its back and three big question marks above its head.
Wei Mingming, who knows her mentor’s disposition well, knows Jian Qing wouldn’t use emojis, so she aggressively typed a reply: γScram! Zhang Yue, is it you holding the boss’s phone and fooling me? Scoundrel, go away, and give the phone back to my boss!γ
Jian Qing received Wei Mingming’s reply and typed an ellipsis back.
γβ¦γ
γWei Mingming, your breakfast today is gone; buy it yourself.γ
Saying this, she put the shrimp dumplings she bought for Wei Mingming into her own stomach.
“The results show the lesion has enlarged, and the condition has progressed. This plan isn’t working; we need to switch to the next one⦔
A busy day starts again as Jian Qing consults with an old patient in her office, calmly informing her of the examination results.
The patient, surnamed Li, is a female worker in the internet industry with a 996 schedule (9AM to 9PM, 6 days a week) and has a 1-year-old son.
At 27 years old, she noticed she was occasionally coughing. Initially, she thought it was just a minor cold and didn’t pay much attention until the cough continued to worsen, prompting her to go to the hospital for an examination.
The hospital performed a lung CT scan, and a 0.8cm lung nodule was found in the right lung’s upper lobe. The imaging report concluded: right lung upper lobe lesion, inflammation? Close follow-up is recommended; please combine with clinical evaluation.
Lung cancer is closely related to age. When dealing with young patients, except for tumor specialists, general doctors rarely suspect malignant tumors.
For lung nodules not exceeding 1cm, doctors mostly instruct patients to have a follow-up observation of 3 to 6 months and do not easily resort to open chest surgery.
Additionally, in recent years, doctor-patient conflicts have been prominent, and disputes frequent. Out of caution, doctors order more tests, which patients easily misunderstand as having bad intentions to scam money. Therefore, the clinical doctor at the first diagnosis only treated it as inflammation and did not further prescribe an enhanced CT examination, specifically advising the patient to closely follow up.
Follow-up is sometimes regarded by patients as just going through the motions. After taking medicine and feeling a bit better, Ms. Li did not return to the hospital.
At 28 years old, she married her boyfriend, and at 29, she became pregnant. In the second month of pregnancy, during a prenatal check-up, the city doctor found something wrong and referred her to a major hospital in the province, where she was diagnosed with lung cancer at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou.
The departments of obstetrics, thoracic surgery, oncology, imaging, and pathology held joint consultations and formulated several plans, most of which suggested she terminate the pregnancy.
Because whether it was chemotherapy or targeted drugs, both would affect the fetus in the early stages of pregnancy.
However, she wasn’t willing to abort the child, so she delayed until the mid-term of pregnancy. Once the fetus stabilized, she began treatment with a large belly.
Her situation was too special, and to help her keep the child, every treatment involved joint consultations from several departments, carefully formulating plans and controlling medication.
At 29 years old, the thoracic surgery doctor performed a surgical resection and mediastinal lymph node dissection on her. After the surgery, she feared it might affect the fetus and refused post-operative adjuvant chemotherapy.
At 30, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. That year, the medical staff at the First Affiliated Hospital cheered and celebrated for her, but unexpectedly at 31, a re-examination found recurrence and metastasis.
The multidisciplinary consultation team assessed that another surgery would not provide much benefit, so she was transferred to the oncology department.
Hu Jianjun formulated a chemotherapy plan for her, and Jian Qing executed the doctor’s orders. Today, the disease progression was discovered again, meaning the original first-line treatment plan had failed.
Actually, the first-line treatment plan is the optimal solution; the others can only be attempts.
Ms. Li attended the consultation alone today, unlike during her pregnancy when she was surrounded by attention; this time, no family or husband accompanied her.
They dislike the oncology department because it’s full of tumor patients, which they consider unlucky and believe will bring bad luck to the child, so none of them are willing to come here.
Her face was gray and defeated, having lost belief in treatment, and she said sadly, “Doctor, I have no hope in life. They’re right; my illness is hard to treat. It’s better to save the money for the child⦔
Jian Qing knocked on the table and said, “Your child is only 1 year old. Don’t you want to be with him for a few more years?”
Ms. Li said dejectedly, “Now that I’ve given birth, my job is gone, and I have no income source. My husband also said he wants to divorce meβ¦ I’ll think about whether to continue treatment⦔
Jian Qing asked, “What about your parents? Don’t they care about you either?”
“They have only me as their daughter and raised me to this age. I don’t want their pension wasted on my treatment. Doctor, thank you all⦔
She stood up and left the office with her head lowered.
Beside her, Wei Mingming spoke up for her, saying, “What kind of people is this whole family?”
Jian Qing sipped her coffee and did not comment.
In this world, there are too many women who sacrifice themselves for marriage, for family, and for children, fulfilling others.
Lu Yinxi toured from W City to L City, and every night, Jian Qing would make time to catch her performance.
One week later, Lu Yinxi took a plane back to Jiangzhou City.
Jian Qing drove to the airport exit to pick her up.
She walked out with a group of people, and Jian Qing, among the crowd, fixed her gaze on her, waiting for her to come over.
Lu Yinxi saw the familiar license plate and her face lit up with joy. She waved goodbye to everyone and quickly walked over to Jian Qing’s car, opened the driver’s seat door, got in, and teasingly asked, “Driver, how much from here to the First Affiliated Hospital?”
Jian Qing rolled up the window, blocking the outside view, bent down to fasten Lu Yinxi’s seatbelt, and calmly said, “Five yuan and twenty cents.”
Lu Yinxi kissed her cheek and only transferred two yuan fifty, saying, “Give me a discount.”
Jian Qing touched the lipstick mark on her face, said nothing, but curled her lips into a slight smile.
Seeing her smile, Lu Yinxi’s eyes filled with joy, and she smiled too, but then she restrained her smile and pretended to be serious, saying, “You still forgot one thing.”
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