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When the drip was about to run out, I rang the call bell. I thought it was over, but the nurse came in and changed another bottle for me.

I thought to myself how sick I was.

I just waited for the infusion bag all afternoon, watching the liquid dripping from the infusion tube, and my eyes closed again at some point.

Later, I felt severe pain in the back of my hand. I opened my eyes and saw that the bag was empty at some point, and the infusion tube was bright red.

I hurriedly pressed the call bell, and the nurse came in very calmly, but complained a few words in Chinese in a bad tone.I don't understand either, I just pretend I didn't hear it.

She pulled out the needle for me, changed another hand, and continued the infusion.

I asked her in English how many bags of medicine were left to be lost. She obviously didn't expect that I had the face of a compatriot but could not speak the Z language. She looked at me in surprise and told me that this was the last bag.

The back of my left hand hurt badly, and it swelled up into a big lump, which was blue and purple, and I couldn't tell what color it was.How dare I fall asleep again, I stared at it intently, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the infusion.

The nurse took my temperature, it was 38 degrees six.She told me that I needed an infusion at night and went out.

It was really like a mountain falling ill.Before yesterday, I was still alive and kicking, and I felt tired all of a sudden, so I closed my eyes and continued to sleep.

In the evening, I only ate a few mouthfuls of strange-tasting dinner, and continued to stare at the infusion bag.In fact, nurses are a bit irresponsible, but I am too embarrassed to say anything. Others are already tired after a day of work, so I can take care of myself if I can.

It's just burning dizzy, a little hard.

Maybe the patient is very fragile. I think of Australia, the small room in Melbourne that does not belong to me, and Eric.

I really want to send a video call to Eric, but I really can't see people in my current state. I don't want him to know that I have a bad life in country Z.

In fact, after coming from country Z, the contact between us has gradually decreased a lot.This is also unavoidable. We no longer live in the same environment, and there are fewer and fewer topics we can talk about.

When I got on the plane to country Z, I was destined to drift away from my previous life.

I felt very uncomfortable, and the eye circles seemed a little wet. I wiped it vigorously with the sleeve of my hospital gown, and stopped thinking about it.

Yan Minglang came at night.

He brought me a fruit basket and flowers.I looked at those things, and my heart was empty.

It was as if he were visiting a sick friend.It's not necessarily a friend, maybe it should be said that it's just a visit to someone I know.

I would rather he buy me a cup of milk tea and two bags of snacks.

I think my thoughts are a bit pretentious, but these two days I always think wildly.

He sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, raised his hand and touched my forehead, then frowned: "Why are you still so hot? Where did you go yesterday? Did you make yourself look like this?"

I feel very tired, I close my eyes and don't want to talk.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and asked me, "Did you go back last night?"

I closed my eyes and nodded.

He said, "Your two goldfish are suffocating."

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He looked helpless, and looked at me with my ignorant eyes: "There is only a little water in the bag, and the bag is still tied tightly. When I saw it, I was out of breath. I put them in a bowl. In the morning, it was still dead."

I find it kind of funny.He never talked to me about these trivial things in life.Doesn't he think it's a little too deliberate?

I still don't want to talk.Maybe people are extra courageous when they are really angry, anyway, I am like this now.

He stared at me for a long time, and slowly his face sank.

See, after only two or three sentences, my patience has been exhausted.

I feel like I'm really getting to know him better.Sure enough, he stood up quickly, put one hand in his pocket, gave me a condescending glance, turned and left.

I didn't want to look at him, so I closed my eyes again.

But his footsteps stopped after only two rings.I waited quietly, and then heard the slight sound of the sofa shaking.

Opening my eyes slightly, I saw Yan Minglang sitting down on the couch diagonally across from me.

He took the tablet out of his briefcase and just sat there.

None of us paid attention to anyone.

Occasionally a nurse would open the door and come in to take my temperature and change my medicine, and he would work without looking up.When the last bag of medicine was hung up, the nurse took a look at my swollen back of my hand and told me that it would be best to apply a hot towel to it.

I gave a vague "huh".

After the nurse left, Yan Minglang suddenly put down the tablet, got up and went to the bathroom in the ward.I heard a sound of water, and after a while he came out with a wet towel, put something under my hand, put the hot towel on the back of my hand, and sat back down.

Every time I wait until the towels are not so hot, he will come over and help me reheat the towels.

It seems to be effective, the back of the hand is not so painful, but it is still swollen.

I knew that this was the most he could bow his head, so I took the initiative to talk to him.

"You should go back early, it's almost time to go to bed when you go back."

Without looking up, he said, "I'll sleep here tonight."

There is still a bed in the ward, but this bed is so small and hard that I don’t feel comfortable sleeping on it. How can a man who is about 1.9 meters sleep on it?Although I really wish he was here with me, I still persuade him to go back.

Then he raised his eyes and glared at me.

I thought to myself that I was also kind, and it was fine if I didn't appreciate it.So no more words to let him go back.

Although he was stared at, he felt much better.

People are curious, and I am not immune.Although I felt that I would probably be ignored if I asked, I couldn't help asking: "Did you go to play yesterday?"

Yan Minglang paused for a moment with his finger pointing at the tablet, and only after a while did he say "hmm".

I imagined that he would explain something to me, but he didn't say anything.

I asked unwillingly, "Why didn't you take me there?"

"There was a surprise."

"What accident?"

"..."

"Is it because of your friend who returned home early in the morning?"

Yan Minglang took a breath: "Shaw, that's enough."

I shut up.I haven't asked anything yet, so why is that enough?

But I also knew he was angry.When he is angry, I have to accommodate.But when I was angry, he didn't care at all.That's where we stand, and it's never been fair.

And I, who have received his relief, am not qualified to demand fairness at all, am I?

I pulled the quilt and covered my face.

In fact, I can vaguely understand the reason why he didn't take me there, and I can also understand the reason why he didn't let me go home.But I deliberately don't think about it, that kind of reason is too hurtful, I would rather think that it is just my illusion.

When going to bed at night, Yan Minglang moved the empty bed next to my bed, put the two beds together, and then we slept sideways.

In this way, the bed feels much more spacious.

The nurse came in very late and took my temperature again. Seeing the two of us lying side by side on the bed, our eyes were a little strange, but we didn't say anything, took our temperature and went out.

I turned my back to Yan Minglang.

You see, he didn't really care that people would find out about our relationship.But yesterday, he avoided me.

The high fever lasted for three days before finally getting better. After I was finally discharged from the hospital, I worked in the playground for two more days, and then I ended the job.

I told the person in charge before that I would stop doing it after two months.He didn't say anything. At the beginning, he thought that my physique would not last long, but he probably didn't expect that I could last for two months.

In fact, if Yan Minglang didn't let me do it for only two months, I would still continue to do it.

But half a month has passed since I resigned, and Yan Minglang hasn't mentioned the matter of letting me go to his company again.

After a long time, I knew that Yan Minglang probably wouldn't arrange work for me.

He may not have forgotten.

Perhaps, there was another "accident".

He didn't mention it, and I didn't intend to ask him.Originally, I didn't want to go to his company either, but I finally found a job that was fairly easy to do, but now it's gone again.

I can't be free, and I can't read all day long, so I have to go back to the playground, but my place has already been filled.

The person in charge told me that if there is a vacancy, he must contact me.

But I didn't hold out much hope and started looking for a new job.

Finding a job is really hard for someone like me.It is very difficult without a degree, and if you can't understand or speak, you are like a dumb and deaf person. If you don't understand Chinese characters, you are considered half blind. It is even more difficult.

I think the most urgent thing is to learn Chinese. If I can’t speak Z language, I will be a foreigner for a day, and I will never be able to gain a foothold in this country.

Yan Minglang has clearly rejected me, so I can only find a way by myself.

It's just that I have been running around for several days, and I haven't seen a place similar to an educational institution.Instead, I found a language school on the map software, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

But one day I met Chen Jin.

When I saw him, I remembered the time when he took me to get my hair cut.

He and several men and women who also looked like college students were sitting near the window of the cold drink shop eating ice cream.When I passed by the side of the road, I happened to meet his eyes.

He looked at me, and there was something in his bright eyes that I couldn't understand, but it was only fleeting.I'm used to seeing that look, and I always thought it was just a habit of his.

I saw that he kept looking at me, and he didn't seem to intend to avoid me, so I turned and walked into the store.