Late in the early hours of the night, the hustle and bustle of the crowds receded from Puji Hospital, with ambulances occasionally driving in and out of the door.
Jiang Ji put away his phone, took the payment slip in his hand, and strode towards the hemodialysis room.
The phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and took a look. Qin Qingzhuo called.
Jiang Ji paused, looked around, and walked towards the empty place at the end of the corridor.
The call was connected, and Qin Qingzhuo's voice came from the receiver: "Have you arrived?"
"We're here," Jiang Ji walked to the window, "Did you just send me a message? I haven't been checking my phone."
"I guess so," Qin Qingzhuo said in a relaxed tone, "Have you talked to Jiang Bei?"
"We're done talking," Jiang Ji said, "Don't worry, we had a good chat."
"Jiangbei..." Qin Qingzhuo hesitated for a moment, then said, "Forget it, let's talk about it in person tomorrow."
Jiang Ji could guess what he wanted to ask, so he just said "hmm" and didn't say much.
There were footsteps and voices at the end of the corridor. Qin Qingzhuo noticed something strange on the other end of the phone: "You're not in the rehearsal room?"
"Come out to buy some medicine," Jiang Ji lowered his head slightly, speaking in a normal tone, "Jiang Bei feels a little uncomfortable."
"What's wrong? Is it serious? Do you need me to come over?"
"It's not serious, just a minor cold." Jiang Ji looked at the words on the bill in his hand, "Don't come over these few days. There are a lot of paparazzi waiting outside. Wait for me to come find you."
"You actually know how to protect yourself from paparazzi..." Qin Qingzhuo laughed, "Okay, go back home and rest early after buying the medicine. Feel free to contact me if you have anything."
After saying good night to each other, they hung up the phone. Jiang Ji leaned against the wall and let out a breath.
Qin Qingzhuo probably didn't hear anything unusual. After all, he was confident that he was good at lying and wouldn't be caught easily. He didn't want Qin Qingzhuo to hear anything unusual.
To some extent, the environment in which Qin Qingzhuo lives is actually quite simple. This can be seen when one goes to the Internet cafes in the urban village to look for people. Qin Qingzhuo has a strong sense of disconnection from that environment. It is estimated that no one has ever said something like "homosexuality is so fucking disgusting" to him face to face.
At that moment, he really regretted bringing Qin Qingzhuo to such a place.
What those people on the Internet said was true, Jiang Ji thought, he was indeed a gangster in the past.
So to be able to meet Qin Qingzhuo and to be with Qin Qingzhuo is really... quite incredible.
I still find it magical.
The tightly closed door of the dialysis room opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out. Jiang Ji broke away from his thoughts, stood up and walked towards the doctor.
"The vital signs have stabilized," the doctor said. "She just woke up for a while, but now she's asleep again. Thanks to you for sending her to the hospital in time. If she had been delayed for several hours, her life might have been in danger... I remember a similar situation happened before, and it was also your sister, right?"
"Well," Jiang Ji's tone was flat, "more than a year ago."
The doctor nodded: "You still need to pay more attention. Your sister's condition was discovered too late, which delayed early treatment. Now the situation is indeed very dangerous. By the way, have you completed the hospitalization procedures?"