Capítulo 62: Chapter 62: I Truly Am A Kind Person
Liang Yuan's colleagues were quite fond of the star chart.
Professor Stardust's masterpiece was truly extraordinary.
"Why didn't Dr. Lin write anything? The star chart is indeed well-drawn, but it doesn't really say anything," a female colleague asked curiously.
"Yeah, I'm curious too."
"It must be because Dr. Lin's handwriting is too beautiful. He's afraid our Liang Yuan would fall in love with his words, so he sent a painting instead."
If she had a pen pal like that, she definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
Communication without words lacks soul.
Holding the star chart, Liang Yuan said, "You don't understand, but I do. In the vast universe, we are tiny, merely specks of dust. But even dust can emit light, making the originally dark starry sky brilliant. Everyone has a wonderful life, whether it's filled with sadness or happiness, it's all part of life's journey. The bittersweet experiences make life more vibrant."
"Dr. Lin is a talented person. Even a painting contains life philosophy."
Liang Yuan treasured the star chart like a precious gem. She longed to meet Dr. Lin.
However, she knew it wasn't the right time yet. It wasn't that she was afraid of meeting him, but rather that she feared disappointing such an excellent doctor if he discovered she was just an ordinary person.
Therefore, she recently bought many books, reading extensively to cultivate her temperament and enrich herself.
Her colleagues looked at Liang Yuan in surprise.
They admitted the painting was great.
But how could she interpret so much from it? It was a bit too much.
"Liang Yuan, we admit Dr. Lin is excellent, but haven't you somewhat deified him?" a colleague said.
Liang Yuan smiled and put away the star chart. "You don't understand, but I do. He must be gently caring for his patients right now, because only someone with his level of understanding can take good care of those mental patients."
Her colleagues teased her.
This was what falling in love looked like.
Blushing, Liang Yuan shooed her colleagues away and immersed herself in her work. She still didn't know how to reply to Dr. Lin. She planned to think about it slowly at home tonight, in bed. She couldn't let Dr. Lin think she was an ordinary person.
Qing Shan Mental Hospital.
Ward 666.
Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang were drinking cola and Sprite, sitting on the edge of their beds, swinging their feet, filled with happiness.
Drinking soda was the happiest thing to do every morning.
They lived carefree in the mental hospital, waking up whenever they pleased.
"Sprite!"
"Cola!"
"Cheers!"
They raised their glasses of soy milk, clinked them together, and revealed happy smiles, enjoying their drinks.
Outside in the hallway.
Li Ang was no longer hospitalized. He didn't have any particular reason; he just suddenly felt the hospital wasn't appealing anymore.
"Li Ang, look on the bright side. Some things are in the past, don't keep dwelling on them," a caregiver comforted Li Ang. He knew Li Ang's girlfriend had died in the hospital.
He knew how devastating it was for Li Ang.
Li Ang loved his girlfriend deeply. Whenever he had free time, he would send her messages, checking in on her. Every time his girlfriend sent a voice message back, he would listen to it over and over again.
His obsession was frightening.
"Huh? What did you say?" Li Ang looked at his colleague in confusion.
"About your girlfriend in the hospital," the colleague said.
Li Ang replied calmly, "Oh, don't worry, I haven't dwelled on it. Everyone faces unforeseen circumstances, some sooner, some later. I'm relieved she passed away without pain. I should be happy, not sad."
The colleague stared at Li Ang, dumbfounded.
My god!
That was a bit terrifying. Were those even human words?
In the office.
Director Hao was making tea and watching a drama, enjoying life, when the phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and immediately smiled.
"Did you find him?"
The first thing he said after answering the phone was to ask if the other party had found him. From Li Laifu's voice, he heard exhaustion and helplessness.
That feeling was easy to understand if you experienced it yourself.
How exhilarating.
Director Hao thought for a moment. Enough was enough. Playing too hard could easily make Li Laifu break down.
"I also have something to tell you, do you want to know?"
"Yes! Okay, the missing mental patient came back last night, but I didn't know. I thought he was still gone."
"You sound tired. Go back and get some sleep. Look at me, I'm over fifty and my hair is completely white. It's all because I'm too tired."
Director Hao was, after all, a kind person.
He couldn't bear to continue deceiving him, so he told him the truth.
Sure enough.
When he said these words, there was no sound from the other end. After a moment, the sound of panting came through the phone.
Director Hao smiled.
He truly was a compassionate person.
Listening to that sound, Li Laifu must have been breathing a huge sigh of relief.
The feeling of great ups and downs in life, just like riding a roller coaster, was fantastic.
Director Hao hung up the phone.
He knew Li Laifu wanted to laugh out loud to vent his joy, and talking on the phone would make him feel embarrassed, so hanging up was also to let him completely release himself.
At the porridge shop.
Li Laifu's expression froze as he looked at the soy milk porridge, spicy tofu, and a steamer basket of meat dumplings in front of him. They had smelled delicious.
But now, they weren't so fragrant anymore.
He had a lot to say.
But he didn't know what to say.
He stared blankly for a few seconds, then slowly drank the porridge and ate the dumplings, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Hao, you bastard, I'll remember you.
Is it fun to mess with me?
Hao: It really is fun.
March 9th!
Sunny!
Qing Shan Mental Hospital welcomed a group of guests.
A bus stopped at the entrance.
Young boys and girls got off the bus, chatting and laughing.
They were graduates from the four major psychiatric academies, coming to Yanhai City to join the special department. For the special department, having these graduates come here was just a hands-on experience.
Director Hao personally greeted them at the entrance, his face beaming with smiles.
One-Eyed Dragon was indeed loyal.
He loved it when graduates from the four major academies came to Qing Shan Mental Hospital to volunteer.
Free labor.
Obedient and well-behaved.
And they also brought gifts.
Actually, he didn't care about the gifts at all. The key was that when they left, they would leave some money behind, which was the most important thing.
Looking at these youthful kids.
Director Hao was envious. Youth was truly wonderful, whether it was a youthful heart, or… everything was youthful, exuding the fragrance of youth.
"Director Hao, these are recent graduates from the four academies. We hope you can show them around here and, ideally, let them interact with the patients," said a staff member from the special department.
Director Hao smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll arrange everything."
He thought about whether he should warn these young boys and girls to be careful of the two patients in Ward 666, but decided against it. There was no need to scare the children.
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