Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Oi, young man, how can you talk like that?” The woman was angry. “TV series are different. That was acting, but you were doing a live show. That was an offense against decency.”
Nian Junting stared at that women even more coldly. How dare she say that what they did was an offense against decency? They loved each other with true hearts. He believed that their love could even be compared with what the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd had[1].
He also believed that nowadays, the relationships many people had served purposes, but theirs was pure and clean. “Madam, don’t make it sound like you’ve never kissed someone. If that’s true, where did your kid come from?” he argued unabashedly.
The people in the ward burst out in laughter. The woman’s face blushed scarlet. Her kid asked in a low voice, “Mom, where did come I from? Did I come out after you and daddy kissed each other?”
The people in the ward laughed even more loudly. The woman wished there was a hole for her to crawl into. These young people are so extremely shameless, she thought.
“Alright, stop.” Luosang felt awkward as well. She glanced at Nian Junting and said, “Just lie down. Isn’t your back injured? Doesn’t it hurt for you to lay like that?”
“No.” Nian Junting shook his head. “This slight pain is like tickle for me.”
Luosang was puzzled. “Then why did you yell about the pain earlier?”
“I was pretending,” he said.
And you’re shameless enough to tell me, thought Luosang. You made it look real, and I was so worried about you that I almost cried.
“Make way, it’s time for the infusion treatment,” a nurse said as she came in with a cart. “Are you Nian Junting?”
“Yes.” Luosang glanced at the IV fluids. There were four bottles in total, and two of them were large. The treatment might last until eleven or twelve o’clock.
“Sit up a little bit.” Luosang helped Nian Junting up and put a pillow behind his waist. His back was injured, after all, so she was very careful.
Nian Junting reached out a hand, noticing a card hanging in front of the nurse’s chest that said, “internship.” The nurse started to put the needle into his skin. He didn’t know how the nurse did it, but once the needle sank into his skin, he gasped in pain, “Ou-ou-ouch…” He had honestly never seen such a poorly skilled nurse. The pain lasted for a long time, as if someone were cutting him with a knife.
“That’s over-exaggerated. How painful can the skin puncture possibly be?” Luosang rolled her eyes.
Nian Junting’s face turned ghastly pale. He did not know how to explain.
After the nurse left, the elderly patient said to him, “That nurse is really unskilled. When she placed the needle in me the first time, I even cried over the pain. After that, I didn’t dare let her place my needle again.”
Luosang nodded and turned to Nian Junting. “It’s understandable for old people to be afraid of the pain, but you were a special forces soldier. That slight pain must be like an ant bite for you.”
Nian Junting couldn’t think of a word to say. She really hadn’t left him room to respond.
“Do you want me to get you some malatang?” Luosang continued jokingly.
Hearing that, Nian Junting felt utterly uncomfortable. “Don’t. I was there because of you,” he said.
“Yeah? I don’t believe you.” Luosang raised her eyebrows and said, “I’ve tried to invite you to have malatang before, but you refused me every time, not to mention wiping my chair. You also put your arm around her. How did it feel to put your arm around some other girl’s shoulders? Was it good? Were you happy when she was feeding you?”
A faint redness emerged in Nian Junting’s pale cheeks, as he felt quite awkward. “I was just… trying to make you angry,” he explained.
“And I could tell at first sight.” Luosang couldn’t help but smile.
[1] The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd is a Chinese folk tale. The general tale is about a love story between Zhinü (织女; the weaver girl, symbolizing Vega) and Niulang (牛郎; the cowherd, symbolizing Altair). Their love was not allowed, thus they were banished to opposite sides of the Silver River (symbolizing the Milky Way). Once a year, on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month, a flock of magpies would form a bridge to reunite the lovers for one day. There are many variations of the story. The earliest known reference to this famous myth dates back to over 2,600 years ago, which was told in a poem from the Classic of Poetry.