Jiang Jinsang, still young, recovered well after his stitches were removed, and soon, even without assistance, he could take several laps around the corridor.
Ti passed quickly, and nearly a month after the surgery, under Zhou Zhongqing’s arrangent, Jiang Jinsang underwent a full-body examination. Core experts from various departnts of the hospital gathered, holding his dical report, for another consultation.
"Previously we were worried about postoperative infections or complications, but currently, he seems to be recovering well."
"He is more sensitive to external environnts than ordinary people, and his tabolism is fast. Previously, Dr. Zhou was concerned that it might affect his postoperative recovery, but now, it seems that a fast tabolism is actually advantageous."
"Based on the report, if there aren’t any significant issues, he can be arranged to recuperate at ho soon and just co for regular check-ups."
...
Good hospitals usually have high demand for hospital rooms, especially after the New Year as many people co to Beijing for dical treatnt, making the wards nearly saturated. As long as soone ets the discharge criteria, the hospital would not keep them.
Finally, it was decided to let him stay a few more days before arranging his discharge.
When the news reached the Jiang Family, everyone was overjoyed. Tang Yunxian and Shen Shuci, who had stayed in Beijing during this ti, initially planned to leave, but upon hearing that Jiang Jinsang would be discharged soon, decided to stay a couple more days.
Upon discharge, Jiang Jinsang would stay in the Jiang Family’s old house, which was quiet and suitable for recuperation. The grandmother moved back a few days earlier to clean and disinfect the place.
Even the dry branches and leaves left in the courtyard from winter were thoroughly tidied up.
The grandmother specially went to the mountain to pray for blessings, obtaining several peace talismans for the family. Jiangjiang and Taotao, being young, might not keep them well, so Shen Zhixian sealed the talismans in the children’s backpack compartnts, hoping for good fortune.
**
A few days before Jiang Jinsang’s discharge, Tang Wan was sorting out his belongings. Between his hospital stays and visits, about a month and a half had passed. Many visitors had brought nurous gifts of milk and nutritional products, which had piled up.
Most daunting was a stack of books soone had sent. Tang Wan had specifically asked Zhou Zhongqing for four large cardboard boxes, and they still weren’t enough.
"It looks like I need to ask Uncle Zhou for another box," Tang Wan said as she was about to leave. Opening the door, she saw a man about to knock and co in. "Uncle? What brings you here today?"
The man wore a dark striped shirt with a black padded coat and a spring-colored tie. His jet-black hair was ticulously combed, and his deanor was refined and proper. He looked in his forties, standing straight with a serious air.
This man was Jiang Jinsang’s uncle—Fan Mingjue, who had visited several tis.
Although he was a director of studies and sort of a minor official, there wasn’t a rigid rule stating he had to teach, but he couldn’t stay idle and led two senior-year physics classes, keeping him quite busy.
"I had a eting at a brother school and stopped by to see him on the way."
As a director of studies, managing high school students, especially certain boys in their adolescence, required a firm hand, otherwise, he couldn’t keep those wild monkeys in check.
Fan Mingjue, seemingly amiable, wielded considerable skill in managing students.
Out of respect for the teaching profession, and also because he was the director, Tang Wan treated him with particular deference. "Uncle, please co in and have a seat. I’ll get you a glass of water."
After Fan Mingjue entered, Jiang Jinsang, who had been leaning on the bed, imdiately sat up straight and called out to his uncle.
"Hmm," Fan Mingjue took the water and looked over Jiang Jinsang, "How are you feeling today?"
Being a teacher involved a lot of speaking. Fan Mingyu was a singer, so his voice was naturally beyond criticism, but Fan Mingjue’s voice had long been roughened, adding to his authority.
"Pretty good."
"Any issues with your body, make sure to report them to the doctor in ti."
"I know."
Their conversation resembled that between a teacher and a student, one maintaining an air of authority, the other exceedingly respectful.
"Uncle, I’ll step out for a mont, you and Fifth Brother can chat." Tang Wan still needed to find Zhou Zhongqing for another cardboard box. Not long after she left, she ran into Qi Zeyan.
"What are you up to?"
"I’m looking for Uncle Zhou to get a cardboard box."
"Xiaowu is alone in the ward."
"My uncle is there."
"Mr. Fan is here?" Qi Zeyan’s voice changed upon hearing this.
"Hmm..."
"I just rembered there is sothing at the company, here, take this fruit basket, I need to go..." After saying this, Qi Zeyan quickly left, which made Tang Wan laugh. Was there a need to be so scared?
When she returned to the ward, knowing Qi Zeyan had visited after she inquired about the fruit basket, she glanced briefly at her uncle.
"...He said sothing ca up at work and left," Tang Wan gave a soft cough.
Fan Mingjue pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "He probably doesn’t want to see ...I was just talking to Xiaowu about our school’s 90th anniversary celebration. If you’re free, you can co join the fun with him."
"School anniversary?" Tang Wan looked at Jiang Jinsang.
"There’s still so ti left, but by then the wisteria at school will be blooming, and many alumni will co. You guys can co if you’re free."
...
Fan Mingjue said the students were about to be dismissed and went to check the school gate, then hurried off.
"My uncle is quite busy," Tang Wan pursed her lips. "How many years has he been the guidance director? Hasn’t he been promoted?"
"Technically, he could be a vice principal or even a principal by now, but that would involve dealing with all kinds of people and administration posts, which he’s not interested in," Jiang Jinsang chuckled lightly.
"After I graduated, I also heard about a group of students, a thousand of them, who petitioned for his promotion because they didn’t want him to be the guidance director."
That indeed piqued Tang Wan’s interest. "What happened then?"
"Later, my uncle announced at a school-wide eting, thanking the students for their care and affection. He said he preferred interacting with the students over promotions and raises."
Tang Wan laughed out loud. He must enjoy torturing the kids.
"Being the guidance director could easily lead to complaints from parents if not handled well; it’s not a good position, and many don’t want it. Since my uncle has no desire for promotion, the school leaders take special care of him."
"Qi Zeyan ca over just now, and ran off the mont he heard his na..."
"When he and my elder brother were studying, they were frequent visitors to the academic office. My uncle often invited them over for tea and chats."
Tang Wan snickered, "No wonder."
"At the graduation reunion, both of them got drunk and complained about how devilish and inhumane my uncle was, and were finally escaping his clutches. The next day, they realized that they were actually complaining while clinging to my uncle’s arm. After that, they’ve been too scared to face him."
"There’s even a video from that ti, probably on my computer at ho. I’ll find it and show it to you when I get back."
"Are you interested in going to the school anniversary my uncle ntioned?"
Tang Wan’s interest was purely about the place he studied.
"If you want to go, I’ll take you around the campus that day."
...
Tang Wan sealed and organized a bunch of books gifted by soone, sighed in relief, and just as she stood up and stretched, she saw a tall figure appear at the door of the hospital room. Through the small glass window on the door, his height and build made him easy to recognize.
The door opened, and it really was him...
"Huo...big brother..."
Upon seeing the person behind him carrying two stacks of books, Tang Wan’s scalp tingled.
Sohow, he had been delivering books even more frequently than before, as if trying to prove sothing. Moreover, the amount of books he donated increased each ti. If she wasn’t familiar with him, she might have thought that the Huo Family owned a printing press or a bookstore.
At this rate, it seed she’d have to hire a truck on the day of her discharge to take all the books ho.
"Xiaowu, should I pack up these health products my aunt sent and send them to the old house too?"
Tang Wan pointed to a pair of glass dicine bottles on the cupboard, her head aching at the thought. These would need proper packaging too, otherwise, the glass bottles could get damaged on the way ho.
"Let Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu handle it; you rest for a while."
Jiang Jinsang frowned; she seed unable to sit still, always busy, while Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu, who were supposed to be working, did nothing.
"I have nothing else to do..."
As Tang Wan said that, she prepared to pack up the health products but caught a tall figure looming over her. He reached out and picked up a bottle of health product. "Are all these from her?"
Tang Wan paused for a mont, not catching on.
"Your aunt," he repeated.
"Mm, she brought them specially from abroad."
He glanced at soone appearing at the door, put the dicine bottle down, and turned to look at Jiang Jinsang. "Reading books or taking health supplents, you must choose one. Which one do you like..."
Jiang Jinsang had already spotted Shen Shuci at the door. Choose one? This was indeed a life-threatening question!
How could she choose...
Tang Wan looked baffled. Had she missed sothing?
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