The next morning, Qiguan Yuan was still asleep when Pei Yubai left.
Pei Yubai didn't call him, but left a note on the bedside table with the hospital's address, the contact person's phone number, and told him that his assistant would be with him the whole time.
He placed the note on the bedside table, next to a bank card and a cell phone without a PIN. The PIN was written on the back of the card with a pen.
Qiguan Yuan, the old man, knew nothing about mobile phones. When Pei Yubai was preparing a mobile phone for Qiguan Yuan, he set everything up for him.
This will allow Qiguan Yuan to intuitively understand the function of some applications.
Pei Yubai temporarily registered a WeChat for Qiguan Yuan using his own mobile phone number. Once Qiguan Yuan's own ID card was ready, he would change it to his own.
After thinking about it, I transferred some money to Qiguan Yuan's WeChat.
As for how much money it is, it's probably a bunch of zeros.
He glanced at Qiguan Yuan and went out.
When Qiguan Yuan woke up, Chenchen was already awake and was taken to Qiguan Yuan's room by his assistant.
He sat quietly on the stool, holding the golden feather in his hand, looking out the window.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the feathers, and a golden light flickered on the wall.
Chenchen saw Qiguan Yuan sit up and held the feather in front of him. "Brother, this feather glows."
Qiguan Yuan glanced at the feather. "Hmm, because it fell from a very beautiful bird."
Chenchen rubbed the feather against his face, the downy feathers tickling his cheeks, and he laughed.
Qiguan Yuan got out of bed, picked up the note and bank card from the bedside table, glanced at them, and then put them in his sleeve.
He helped Chenchen wash up, dressed him, and took him out the door.
The assistant was already waiting in front of the car, holding a file folder containing Chenchen's hospital admission information.
Seeing Qiguan Yuan come out of the elevator, he stood up and nodded to Qiguan Yuan.
" Teacher Qiguan, the car is outside. Everything's arranged at the hospital. Professor Zhou is leading the team personally. The surgery is scheduled for three days from now. We'll check in today and have some tests done."
Qiguan Yuan nodded and led Chenchen outside.
Chenchen took small steps, and when she reached the door, she glanced back at the chandelier in the hotel lobby. The light was bright, made of crystal, and it sparkled in the sunlight.
The car drove for forty minutes and arrived at the hospital. The hospital was very large. In the square in front of the hospital, some people were sunbathing, some were smoking, and some were squatting by the flower bed looking at their phones.
Ignoring the stares from most people, Qiguan Yuan led Chenchen inside, with his assistant leading the way.
The elevator went up to the twelfth floor. The corridor was long, and the floor was light-colored, reflecting the light.
The nurse at the station stood up, glanced at Qiguan Yuan, then at Chenchen, and looked down at the registration form in her hand. " Yang Zichen?"
Chenchen nodded.
The nurse led them to the door of a room that was open. The room was small and contained a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table.
A bouquet of lilies sat on the bedside table, their white petals still glistening with water droplets. The window was large, offering a view of distant rooftops and the sky.
Chenchen climbed onto the bed, sat in the middle, and placed the feather in her hand next to the pillow.
This hospital is a little different from the one he's been staying at; Chenchen feels very comfortable here.
Qiguan Yuan stood by the bed, looking at him. " Chenchen, stay here for a few days. Once you're better, your brother will come to pick you up."
Chenchen looked up at him and asked, "Brother, will you come to see me?"
Qiguan Yuan nodded. "Yes, I will come to see you whenever I have time."
Chenchen reached out her hand, Qiguan Yuan bent down. Chenchen's hand touched his face and stroked his nose.
"Brother, you're so handsome."
He touched Qiguan Yuan's loose silver hair again. "I don't have any hair now, but when I get better, I want to grow beautiful hair like my brother."
Qiguan Yuan patted his head, which was covered by a hat. "Okay, then let's wait for Chenchen to get better."
Qiguan Yuan straightened up.
The doctor came in, wearing a white coat and carrying a folder.
He glanced at Qiguan Yuan, then at Chenchen, opened the folder, and began asking Chenchen questions: Was he eating well? Was he sleeping well? Was he in pain anywhere?
Chenchen answered each question in turn, his voice not loud, but his ability to express himself far exceeded that of his peers.
Qiguan Yuan walked out of the ward, his assistant following behind, and closed the door.
Qiguan Yuan stood in the corridor and glanced at the small window on the ward door.
Chenchen sat on the bed, holding the feather in her hand, talking to the doctor.
The assistant pulled a piece of paper from the file folder and handed it to Qiguan Yuan: " Teacher Qiguan, this is the caregiver the boss asked me to find for Chenchen. This caregiver will be with Chenchen throughout his treatment. Would you like to take a look?"
The assistant felt that, given his boss's personality, it was impossible for him to pay so much attention to a child.
Unless it's Mr. Qiguan's right in front of me, who's paying attention.
Qiguan Yuan took the paper, which contained the caregiver's basic information.
Qiguan Yuan didn't understand these things either, but if Pei Yubai personally intervened, Qiguan Yuan believed there wouldn't be any problems.
So he didn't ask any more questions and waited for his assistant in the car while the assistant paid the bill.
Out of boredom, he took out the phone Pei Yubai had prepared for him and turned it on.
A red dot on a bright green square caught his eye.
He clicked on it.
I spotted Pei Yubai's name at a glance.
Clicking on the link led to a message from Pei Yubai: "Yuanyuan, when are you coming back?"
Qiguan Yuan looked at his phone.
I don't know how to reply.
Physically, I don't know how to reply; Qiguan Yuan doesn't know how this was sent.
When he finally typed on the keyboard, he looked at the letters that resembled a bunch of insects, somewhat bewildered.
What's this?
Unable to understand, Qiguan Yuan decided to ignore it, casually turned off his phone, and tossed it back into his sleeve.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Pei Yubai, who had just finished filming a scene and unusually didn't immediately pick up the script to study it, looked at the message that hadn't been replied to yet with a puzzled expression.
Has Yuanyuan not finished yet?
But his assistant just messaged him saying that all the procedures are complete and they're starting to wrap things up.
Qiguan Yuan has already returned to his car.
This morning, he also turned on all the notification sounds and vibrations on Yuanyuan's phone.
They shouldn't have missed the message.
Pei Yubai had no idea that even the most meticulous plans can have a flaw. He never considered that Qiguan Yuan, who had never learned pinyin, didn't even recognize the alphabet.
Not to mention that the keyboard defaults to a 26-key layout, Qiguan Yuan had no idea that the microphone-shaped thing could be used for voice input.
He had absolutely no idea what a microphone was.
How could Qiguan Yuan possibly reply to him when he couldn't even send a message?