Fu Jie woke up feeling weak all over.
His head was still a bit dizzy and heavy.
It felt as if he had a very long dream.
He shook his head, threw off the covers, and sat up. As he moved his hand, he pulled on the IV drip.
"Am I sick?"
This was clearly not his home. His patient information and name were hanging by the bedside.
He remembered...
He was about to sneak out of school during evening self-study, how did he end up in the hospital?
Did something happen when he was climbing over the wall?
Just then, the ward door opened.
A woman in professional attire walked in.
Her long hair was tied up, she wore glasses, and her skirt was about a fist's length above her knees. She wore black block heels.
She gave off a capable impression.
"You're awake?"
Fu Jie recognized this person. She was his father's company's assistant or something.
In any case, she worked for his family.
"What are you doing here? Where's my dad?"
Fu Jie's tone wasn't good. His physical discomfort made him very unhappy.
The female assistant pushed up her glasses. "You've been unconscious for over ten days, but the hospital couldn't find any symptoms. The boss asked me to come check on you every day."
A surge of anger rose in Fu Jie's heart.
He raised his hand, picked up something from the bedside table, and threw it onto the floor.
"Who are you? Who asked you to come? Where is my dad!"
The female assistant looked at the plastic cup at her feet, as if she had anticipated his reaction.
"The boss visited you twice before, and the boss's wife also came..."
Before she could finish, she saw the glare from the teenager, and her words stopped abruptly.
Fu Jie said coldly, "On my household registration, it's just me and my dad."
The female assistant swallowed. "I understand."
"Aren't you going to get a doctor to examine me?"
"I'll go right away."
The sound of her block heels hurried out.
Fu Jie sat on the bed, looking at the phone on the bedside table, feeling an urge to leave immediately.
However, he vaguely felt that leaving like this would show too little will to live.
...
After a series of examinations, Fu Jie refused further observation and left the hospital.
The female assistant hurried to catch up with him while sending a report to her boss.
"Shall I drive you home?"
Fu Jie glanced at her phone and frowned.
A sudden thought struck him, and he felt an urgent desire to study.
"I want to go to school."
"Hmm?"
The female assistant looked back from the driver's seat, doubting if she had heard correctly.
However, the teenager in the back seat did not offer any explanation and coolly closed his eyes.
The hospital was not far from the school, and it took about ten minutes to get there.
The female assistant pushed up her glasses and leaned out the window.
"I'll pick you up after school."
"..."
Fu Jie walked into the school and went to his classroom.
That urgent desire to study persisted until he entered the classroom and returned to his seat.
When he saw the mountain of textbooks on his desk, his aversion to studying surged out, extinguishing all other thoughts.
Damn it!
The desire to study was just a delusion from hitting his head!
Fu Jie stood up, intending to leave, but the English teacher walked in at the doorway.
Seeing Fu Jie, his eyes lit up.
"Fu Jie is back! Study hard, and feel free to ask me if you don't understand anything."
Fu Jie: "???"
Who wants to study? Who wants to ask you?
Why is this old man suddenly so kind to him?
He knew that this guy had often caught him and taken him to the office for scolding before.
Besides this old man, the person who scolded him the most was Wang Buque...
Wang Buque...
Fu Jie sat back down.
He heard that guy had died on his way to work?
So, teacher, you see, money is very useful.
If you have money, who would work overtime until they die from exhaustion?
Those who say money can't solve everything probably can't even imagine the life of a rich person, right?
"Come, let's turn to page thirty-five, look here..."
On the podium, the English teacher began his lecture.
The familiar classroom, the familiar lesson...
Fu Jie felt a bit dazed. He turned his head to look out the window.
The weather was nice today.
"Ring ring ring~ Ring ring ring~"
Bang!
The moment the dismissal bell rang, an alarm blared in Fu Jie's mind, and he abruptly stood up.
At this moment, the English teacher, who was explaining a point, looked over.
The students around, whether listening or spacing out, all looked over in unison.
Seeing this, Fu Jie's pupils contracted, and he instinctively wanted to escape.
"Alright, that's all for today."
The English teacher, who had intended to lecture a bit longer, put down his chalk and left the classroom with his books.
Before leaving, he specifically told Fu Jie that he could find him anytime if he had any questions.
Fu Jie: "..."
Studying is impossible. There's no need to study in this lifetime.
His family is rich.
When those top students have learned well, he can directly hire them to work for him.
...
After leaving the classroom, Fu Jie wasn't sure if it was his imagination.
He felt that the gazes of the people around him were a bit strange, a mix of curiosity and...
As if they were looking at a monkey.
"What are you looking at!"
Fu Jie glared at those people. "Are you sick?"
It's just that he hadn't been to school for more than ten days, what's so rare about that.
Unable to stand those people, he walked directly towards the restroom.
He pondered when he could climb over the wall again... No, he had just been discharged from the hospital, perhaps he could directly request sick leave.
Even if Wang Buque were still here, he wouldn't have a reason to refuse.
After all, he had genuinely stayed in the hospital for over ten days.
Standing at the door of a restroom stall, Fu Jie paused and was about to turn to get a sick leave slip.
"So you like cross-dressing, I just found out."
"This guy always looked at me before, maybe he likes me?"
"Ew... disgusting?"
Hearing the voices from the depths of the restroom, Fu Jie raised an eyebrow.
It seemed like there was some drama to watch inside?
...
...
Qi Yang woke up to his phone buzzing on the bedside table, charging. His mother was watching over him.
"Yang Yang, you're awake? Don't move, don't move, I'll call the doctor!"
Watching his mother's retreating back, Qi Yang zoned out for a moment, then picked up the buzzing phone next to him.
66 missed calls, 99+ unread messages.
Many were from unknown numbers.
Did something happen?
Qi Yang tapped on the first message.
[How can you be so disgusting!]
[Don't come to school, ****]
[Cheer up! Don't mind what others say, just be yourself.]
"..."
Qi Yang silently looked at these messages, some scolding him, some offering comfort.
He lowered his eyelids and deleted them one by one.
"Doctor, please come quickly, my child is awake."
Hearing the sounds from outside the door, Qi Yang turned off his phone and put it back in its place.
His expression returned to how it was when he first woke up.
...