You Are Deep in The Stars - Chapter 64

Wang Yuanchen frowned, feeling that the person behind him was holding the quilt, trying to cover his shoulders more. The movement was very cautious, but it successfully drove away all his sleepiness. Unfortunately, the culprit was not aware of it and continued to think about what he would be if Mr. Wang were a princess, a dwarf, a fairy godmother, an insignificant person, or a warrior who slayed the dragon.

He turned off the bedside lamp and fell asleep contentedly with this fairy tale-like assumption. Of course, it was very puzzling as to why his hair looked extremely dishevelled when he woke up the next morning, as if it had been tousled by heavy rain all night.

On the other side, Bai Xi and Han Zhuo went to Liang Yi’s private hospital. Zhou Jing had woken up but still couldn’t speak. She just laid in the isolation room and looked at the people outside the window through the glass.

Bai Xi waved to her, still smiling brightly, as if they were in college. Those had really been good times, so Zhou Jing’s nose felt sore, and she smiled at him. Zhou Yong, who was standing on the other side, noticed the changes in his daughter. Although his face still didn’t show many emotional fluctuations, he felt deeply relieved—he had originally thought it would be at least three or four years before he would see a familiar smile on her face again.

“Jingjing is a very cute little girl,” Liang Yi said. “In a few months, she will be able to speak.”

“What about Mrs. Zhou?” Bai Xi asked.

“She will also come for treatment regularly. My method isn’t as rough as Zhou Jinshan’s, I will choose safer drugs. Of course, that also means spending more energy and time, but it’s worth it,” Liang Yi replied. “Let Jingjing rest. I have to go to the operating room first; there are two scheduled gallbladder surgeries today. If you two want to continue look around, Director Zhou will be a good tour guide.”

He seemed to have complete trust in these two people and turned around and left in a hurry without even a superfluous warning. Zhou Yong glanced at Zhou Jing again. She had closed her eyes and fallen back to sleep. However, whether due to psychological factors or not, he felt that his daughter seemed stronger and more optimistic after meeting Bai Xi.

The layout of the hospital was very exquisite. It looked more like a mini-park, with many patients basking in the sun in the yard, and husbands and wives from nearby communities bringing elderly ladies for a walk.

“I didn’t think so before,” Bai Xi said with emotion, standing behind the glass window on the second floor and looking at the leisurely crowd in the yard. “I only realize now that if a hospital can be a hospital, a school can be a school, and a noodle shop can be a noodle shop, then what a great thing that would be.”

“In addition to these, I also hope the director can be the director,” Han Zhuo added, “not a poet, a reciter, a rose-giving madman, or a Shakespeare lover.” As for why he suddenly thought of Mark Li, it was because half a minute earlier, a familiar bright red sports car had driven into the hospital parking lot. The familiar colour was unforgettable, so everyone from paparazzi to ordinary citizens knew that it belonged to a pretty and beautiful sports car. Of course, Han Zhuo remembered it as the car of the domineering female boss Zhuang Yan.

But this time, Ms. Zhuang had specially taken time to visit her boyfriend, even bringing her unwilling son and a flask of chicken soup made by her chef. Liang Yi was overjoyed when he heard the news. While secretly sending a text message to remind Han Zhuo and Bai Xi to avoid running into each other, he quickly took off his white coat and led the two into his office.

“What has Xiao Ma been up to recently?” Liang Yi asked, smiling broadly and attempting to strike up a conversation.

“I’m planning to start a new movie and am currently looking for someone to finalize the script,” Mark Li answered.

“A new movie—that’s great!” Liang Yi poured tea for him attentively. “Is it another horror movie? My uncle particularly liked your movie The Big Hawthorn. He watched it over a dozen times.”

“This time it’s an interstellar action romance film,” Mark Li replied, answering all questions courteously for his mother’s sake. “It’s mainly about the love story between an alien male protagonist and an Earthling female protagonist, following a route of poignant romance.”

“The romantic route is good!” Liang Yi praised it enthusiastically. He still hadn’t forgotten The Big Hawthorn, which he had booked for multiple viewings, fearing that this young director might make a sequel. When he heard it was a romantic film, he immediately felt hopeful and even imagined a scene of himself and his girlfriend embracing lovingly in a dark, empty cinema.

It was clear that a man’s childlike nature had nothing to do with his age. From the young and strong Mr. Han to Mr. Liang, who was “not very good” in Mark Li’s eyes, they all calmly enjoyed the romantic imagery of Belle’s rose garden or Cinderella’s glass slipper when watching a movie.