Jing cried out.
Gu Jing tripped and fell on the floor but she saved the Dewar flask in her arms. On the floor she helplessly watched the elevator doors closed.
Gu Jing took the next elevator to Zhen Lang’s hospital room.
Gu Jing arrived at Zhen Lang’s hospital room, but she stood outside because she saw the same young beautiful girl dressed in black with the floral Dewar flask inside his room.
‘Didn’t you say you just flew home? You didn’t need to be in a rush to visit me,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing hid behind the door of the empty room next to Zhen Lang’s room, but she heard Zhen Lang’s polite voice clearly.
‘I arrived home yesterday and I caught up with former classmates. They told me you’re in the hospital and they gave me your phone number. This is the ginseng soup I made this morning. It’s nutritious and good for stomach aches,’ Chen Wei said.
Gu Jing looked at the Dewar flask she held and she silently compared the price of the congee she made with ginseng soup. She knew ginseng cost three hundred Yuan per ounce, but her congee soup if she included gas and water expenses it would only cost her five Yuan to make.
‘I’m ok. Two more days and I’ll be discharged from the hospital. Did you come back this time to visit your family or are you staying permanently?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Chen Wei sighed. ‘I’m staying. If I see someone compatible then I’ll get married.’
‘You’re not married?’ Zhen Lang asked.
‘Hehe… Zhen Lang, you’re not married either. Yesterday I told you I’ll give you a surprise. But you gave someone else a bigger surprise and made them worry to death,’ Lin Tu Shen said.
‘I should go home and let you rest,’ Chen Wei said.
‘Be careful on the way home,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing recognised the face of the young beautiful girl dressed in black who left Zhen Lang’s room, it was Chen Wei! She remembered Chen Wei was Zhen Lang’s only girlfriend in the past. She regretted she didn’t carry a camera to the hospital to capture Chen Wei’s beauty.
‘This time you killed two birds with one stone. You get to rest in the hospital and have Chen Wei visit you too. You should have seen Chen Wei’s pale face yesterday when she heard you’re in the hospital. It’s been many years but she hasn’t forgotten you,’ Lin Tu Shen said.
‘Even if you didn’t say anything, no one would accuse you of being a mute,’ Zhen Lang said.
‘You can fool others but you can’t fool me. Where are your hospital admission forms? Where are the subscriptions your doctor gave you? You’re in the hospital but you don’t even have a single needle on you. Has this hospital gone bankrupt that it can’t afford to give you an IV drip?’ Lin Tu Shen said.
Lin Tu Shen knocked on a table. ‘You can only fool that muddled head girl. If you want to fool me you need to put in more effort. You could have thrown up the food so you wouldn’t get a stomach ache and resort to taking this kind of measure. When I heard you’re in the hospital I didn’t understand what game you’re playing. Now I understand. You want to play Gu Jing, right?’
Gu Jing gripped the Dewar flask and Lin Tu Shen’s words echoed in her head. She realised Zhen Lang wasn’t sick, he only wanted to play her. It meant everything Zhen Lang said to her were lies, he played her to wait for her to reveal her biggest weakness!
Gu Jing didn’t want to break a door or destroy a room, she silently walked downstairs.
Gu Jing calmly walked to the convenience shop next to the hospital and she bought a bag of salt and a bag of sugar. She received curious looks from the people inside the convenience shop, but she smiled politely and she walked back to the hospital.
Gu Jing walked into the empty room next to Zhen Lang’s room. She emptied some of the congee in a rubbish bin and she poured salt and sugar inside the Dewar flask. She threw the unused salt and sugar in the rubbish bin.
Gu Jing calmly walked to Zhen Lang’s room and she put the Dewar flask on a table. ‘I spent the whole day making this congee. Zhen Lang, do you want to eat it?’
Gu Jing gripped Lin Tu Shen’s arm so he couldn’t escape. ‘Lin Tu Shen if you haven’t eaten dinner then you should eat too. You and Zhen Lang can each eat a bowl of congee.’
Gu Jing poured the congee into two bowls. She put the bowls in Zhen Lang and Lin Tu Shen’s hands and she cackled. ‘If anyone dares to waste the effort I put into making this congee then I’ll throw that person out the window from the second floor!’