"Really asleep?" Ji Qingshi thought she was just making excuses because she didn't want to see him.
What do you think?
Xi Jia hung up the call and rolled out of bed.
She was too lazy to take off her pajamas, so she just put on a coat and a scarf and went out. It was late at night, and it was cold. This was the suburbs, and there wasn't much to do shopping. She probably wouldn't run into anyone she knew.
Ji Qingshi waited patiently downstairs. Yesterday, Mo Yushen called him and said that Xi Jia's hearing was starting to decline and she could no longer hear distant sounds.
He lost all interest in his work and rushed back overnight.
I'm worried and want to see her.
He hasn't dared to tell his parents yet that Xi Jia's condition is far more serious than expected.
Whether it was his parents or him and his older brother, they all believed that Xi Jia could maintain his hearing, vision, and even balance until an effective drug was developed.
But things didn't go as planned.
Her disease is extremely rare worldwide, with only a few hundred cases, and there has been a complete lack of relevant treatments.
Over the past few months, my parents have visited many more patients and are increasingly convinced that there is little hope for a complete cure. However, they still hold onto a glimmer of hope, always hoping for a miracle.
The slow, reluctant figure finally appeared.
Ji Qingshi got out of the car and went to greet him. "Aren't you cold?"
Xi Jia: "It's cold."
"If you're cold, don't wear an extra layer!"
"Isn't it tiring to wear an extra layer?"
"..."
Ji Qingshi tidied her hair and buttoned up her coat.
Xi Jia reached out her hand: "Where's the gift? Give it to me quickly, I'm going back to sleep."
Ji Qingshi pulled her towards the car, saying, "We're already down here, let's say a few words before going back up."
"One million per minute."
"You even know your last name?"
"His surname is Ji."
"Now they're starting to try and get on your good side!"
Xi Jia tilted her head to look at him, "Are you going to give me the money or not?"
Ji Qingshi glanced at her and said, "You're beautiful!"
Xi Jia was displeased: "Didn't you used to say that I was the most beautiful person in the world?"
"I was young and ignorant back then, I didn't know any better, and I was blind."
"..."
Xi Jia pinched Ji Qingshi's hand.
"Okay, stop fooling around."
Ji Qingshi opened the car door and shoved her inside. He then walked around to the other side and sat down.
As soon as the car door closed, laughter came from the left, and a large group of people walked in in small groups.
Xi Jia looked over and thought, "Thank goodness I came out a minute early, otherwise they would have caught me getting into the luxury car."
They're really good at talking; the dinner party is only just ending now.
"You know them?" Ji Qingshi glanced out the window and asked.
Xi Jia: "They were all my colleagues from the crew. The director was treating us to dinner tonight, but I was catching up on sleep so I didn't go."
Upon hearing that it was someone from the film crew, Ji Qingshi couldn't help but look out the window again.
There were so many people that he almost didn't see them.
People entered the hotel one after another, and Ji Qingshi's eyes were almost blurry, but he still couldn't see that familiar figure.
Xi Jia knew who he was looking for. She coughed twice and said, "Some people even drove there and took the elevator from the underground parking lot to the top floor."
This resort isn't small, and it's quite a distance from the food area inside.
A dozen minutes later, the once noisy resort returned to its previous quiet. There was no one outside, and Ji Qingshi looked away.
After a moment of silence, Ji Qingshi looked at Xi Jia and asked, "How is Ye Qiu doing lately?"
Xi Jia: "Ask him yourself if you want to know."
She got off the bus with the gift box in her hand.
This was the only thing Ji Qingshi did that disappointed her. Some wounds cannot be healed simply by making amends.
The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor. Just as Zhou Mingqian stepped out, the doors of another elevator slowly opened, and Xi Jia stepped out.
Xi Jia carried the gift box, humming a tune—an interlude from the TV series "The Rest of My Life," which had been playing frequently on set these past few days.
What did Yu An say before? Xi Jia wasn't feeling well, she was tired, so she went home to rest and wouldn't go eat hot pot.
So this is what it feels like to feel unwell.
Xi Jia didn't notice the person behind her and opened the door to go inside.
For the first time ever, Zhou Mingqian couldn't sleep that night.
I can't sleep, and my stomach is upset.
He ate too much hot pot that night. It was the first time he'd ever been so shameless; he treated everyone to a meal and ended up stuffed. He also drank a few glasses of wine, and now his stomach is aching slightly. He drank a glass of warm water, but it hasn't helped.
He got dressed and went downstairs, taking a slow walk along the lakeside path.
The cold wind made my stomach hurt even more.
It was the middle of the night, and there were no 24-hour pharmacies nearby.
Zhou Mingqian had no choice but to ask for help in the group chat: "Does anyone have stomach medicine? Anything to help with digestion will do."
Xi Jia wasn't asleep; she was working on the script. She stared at her phone for a few seconds. She had some stomach medicine; because of the severe side effects from taking Western medicine before, Mo Yushen had the doctor prescribe some stomach-strengthening medicine for her.
Later, she stopped taking the medication for tinnitus and brain damage, and her stomach gradually felt better. However, before she joined the film crew, the housekeeper still prepared some supplies for her, just in case.
She replied: 【I have it. Add me and we can chat privately.】
Zhou Mingqian: "..."
It feels like I'm doing personal shopping for others.
The author has something to say: Mo Yushen said in a very soft voice: I bought the medicine for you.
Xi Jia: Don't worry, I won't give it to him for free, I'll charge you.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Zhou Mingqian didn't plan to add Xi Jia on WeChat. A little over a month ago, Xi Jia gave him a script and proactively added him, but he didn't accept. Now, he's contacting her privately for a packet of medicine—a blatant slap in the face.
Zhou Mingqian found Xi Jia's number and dialed it.
It was pressed instantly.
This woman was deliberately looking for an excuse to retaliate against him.
Zhou Mingqian waited for others in the group to help him out, but more than ten minutes passed and no one spoke.
I don't know if it was because of the cold air, but my stomach pain got worse.
Back in his room, Zhou Mingqian put aside his pride and proactively added her as a friend. He thought to himself that once he got the medicine, he would delete her as a friend and wouldn't let her gloat for long.
Xi Jia passed the request after a moment.
Zhou Mingqian: [Should I go get the medicine?]
Xi Jia sent over a photo, saying, "[Which kind do you want? Powder, capsules, tablets—I have them all.]"
Zhou Mingqian: [Powdered medicine, the sugar-free kind.]
Xi Jia: [How many bags do you want?]
Zhou Mingqian thought for a moment and decided that two bags would be enough.
Xi Jia sent another message: 【20 yuan per bag, no bargaining.】
Zhou Mingqian: "..."
The chat window fell silent.
It took Zhou Mingqian a while to realize that the other end was waiting for him to make payment before 'shipping' the goods.
His stomach was cramping, so he immediately paid forty dollars.
Forty yuan is enough to buy a box of powder.
Xi Jia received the red envelope instantly.
A minute later, there was a knock on the door.
Zhou Mingqian opened the door and was startled to see the person standing there.
He looked Xi Jia up and down, wondering what kind of bizarre clothes she was wearing.
Xi Jia has worn these kinds of loungewear since she was a child, and her mother always made them for her. She's long been used to these clothes, and seeing Zhou Mingqian's surprised and confused look, she put the hood of her loungewear on.
Zhou Mingqian: "..."
It turned out to be a horse.
In his memory, only children wore animal costumes like that. How old is she?
Xi Jia handed him the medicine, saying, "If it's not enough, ask me for more. I'll give you a discount next time—two bags for thirty."
Zhou Mingqian took the medicine and was about to close the door when Xi Jia turned around. He was too naive; this outfit even had a ponytail...
He rubbed his stomach; not only did his stomach hurt, but his intestines also ached terribly.