Chapter 15: Relics
The next few days, I had a high fever and was unconscious. Wen Shu said that I kept dreaming, shouting "older sister" or "bastard", no matter how low the air conditioner was set, my body was always sweating, and I became weaker and weaker. During this period, the hospital diagnosed me several times, and after analysis, the doctor concluded that strong mental stimulation had worsened my condition. I was transferred to a single room, with Wen Shu and Dr. Wang Jue responsible for my care, and visits from anyone other than family members were prohibited.
Wang Jue is a female name, but he himself is male. He has been in charge of critically ill patients in single rooms for a long time. Compared to the doctors in the large wards before, he is very responsible. I remember when I was living in the large ward, after the doctor had finished his rounds every morning, you wouldn't see him again, and most of the time you could only find nurses. But this Dr. Wang is different, "morning report" and "evening report" are a must, and he would often come to chat with us from time to time in between.
The first person I saw when I woke up was him. At that time, he was standing beside the infusion stand, helping me adjust the speed of the drip. I opened my eyes dazedly and saw his figure, thinking it was Li Xiaoshu. Seeing that I had woken up, he hurried over to test my forehead temperature with his hand, then smiled and said: "Finally not having a fever." Only then did I see clearly that this person was completely different from Li Xiaoshu - dark skin, small eyes, flat head, short stature, slightly chubby, looking very sturdy.
Later, he would visit me in my hospital room whenever he had time. Wen Shu and he took turns accompanying me. It wasn't until later that I found out from Wen Shu that at the time, the hospital had listed me as a patient with suicidal tendencies who required 24-hour care. Originally, it was supposed to be family members providing the care, but since they couldn't find my older sister, the hospital arranged for the two of them to take turns looking after me.
Sigh, thinking of my older sister makes me feel like I've been hollowed out. What has happened to her? How did we get entangled in such a mess? Thinking more about it will make my chest tight and hard to breathe.
No way, I have to take action, if I don't go and save my sister, who else can? I'm the only one she can rely on in this world.
Lao Shao is the only person I can think of who can help me and my sister. He knows the story of the mailbox, has seen that old photo, and even hinted to me that my sister's situation was not good. He must be aware of some hidden mechanism in this messy situation. But why did he have to get into trouble at this critical moment? If I had agreed with him earlier, I wouldn't be so passive now. That's how people are - when something is within reach, they don't cherish it, and only regret it when it's gone.
Just as I was regretting for Old Shao, Wen Shu came in with a stack of magazines. She smiled brightly, her silvery voice humming a little tune, "Xiao Yu, look what I found in the reading room!"
"What?" I took the magazine she handed me, a whole stack of "Stamp World".
"This was donated by Old Shao's family for the reading room. The reading room is having a big cleanup, and the librarian said that after Old Shao passed away, the postman never delivered 'Stamp World' again, and no one reads this kind of magazine anymore, so they were going to take it off the shelves and get rid of it. I saw that every issue was still there, and thought you might like them, so I took them all over."
That's great, it was set by Old Shao's family for him! Eight or nine out of ten is his little wife who likes stamp collecting. Right, Old Shao is gone, but his little wife should still be around. Through the magazine, maybe I can find her.
