C91

The teleportation center, which is my sister Lu Jingyu's place of residence since she was young, is located in the suburbs.

Mu Huainan was holding one of my hands, while the other held the postcard. It was something my sister had tried to send me eight years ago, but it had dragged on for so long that it was now in my hands.

The dean should be an extraordinary figure. From his manner of speech and appearance, he seemed to be a bit old, but he was polite and graceful. He was an old man with a story to tell.

The deeper they went, the more they felt the quietness here. Occasionally, they would see people walking outside, wearing blue and white striped hospital uniforms. Most of them were people sitting on the lawn, basking in the sun or vacuuming up for no reason.

I stood up and asked the dean, "Why are most of the patients here?"

The dean and I walked side by side, pointing to a person who was sunning himself.

"He's called Chen Zihao. When he was three years old, he was hurt so badly by his family that it caused him too much damage. His brain is a mess, but now he doesn't even know what he's called anymore."

I looked at him, the boy with the glazed eyes. He looked older than me, but much thinner.

How sad would it be for a person to not even remember his own name. He lived in this world without purpose, without hope, without even a basic self.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Passing through the courtyard was a building. It was the same as an ordinary hospital. The only difference was that the walls here were white and clean. There were no mundane noises or disputes between doctors and patients.

Walking in, the dean introduced me.

"The first floor is the cafeteria. It has a relatively light taste and there are many varieties. We can eat everything in the market. The fruits and sweets are all chosen according to everyone's preferences."

This is very human, very good.

The second floor was a fitness centre, and there were teachers checking all around the equipment. The sharp edges were also wrapped in foam sponges. It was very cold here, and most of the people here were doctors themselves.

Upon saying that, the dean could not help but sigh. "Most of the friends here are not used to interacting with others, let alone sports and entertainment. This floor is empty all year round, and there are very few opportunities to use it."

Everyone knew that entertainment was the most important thing for them to open their hearts to. Therefore, even if they were temporarily unable to use it, it would not hinder their existence.

One thing I appreciate is that the dean never calls them patients, but rather, friends.

It was a form of respect that came from the heart, and I liked it.

The third floor was a movie theater. There were a few small but interesting films, with a few people sitting in groups. There were also more doctors than patients.

In the library on the fourth floor, there were a lot more people.

Although there was an elevator in the hospital, it was locked and only used in emergency situations. According to the dean, this was because they wanted their friends to exercise harder, so even if they didn't like going out every day, they still had to go up and down the stairs four times when they were eating.

I have to say, I have a good impression of this hospital and the dean. The hospital is large, neat, regulated, intelligent, amiable, and kind.

Although this is a good place, it is still a hospital. Even if it is a normal child, staying in a hospital for a long time would cause his heart to twist and distort.

I don't want my sister to continue here, so lonely and helpless, and I want to take her back.

"So the current infirmary has been made into such a human. This is truly out of my expectations." I couldn't help sighing.

"This is all thanks to Mubai's help. Without him, there wouldn't be a hospital today."

I looked back at the dean, who had stopped.

She was still smiling benevolently.

"Most of the buildings and ideas in the hospital were actually planned and invested and built by the Mubai."

Hearing the dean's words, I turned my head to look at Mu Huainan, not giving him any face at all.

"What, you want to make a fortune at the clinic?" It's not that I'm looking at him with my coloured eyes, it's just that Mu Huainan is basically a merchant. It's basically impossible for him to spend money for him, so when I heard that Mu Huainan spent money to build this hospital, I subconsciously thought so.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dean's expression. It was a little shocked and a little awkward.

She had probably never seen anyone dare to talk to the famous Mu Huainan like that.

I'm used to it.

"What, am I that petty in your eyes?" He didn't get angry. He just raised his eyebrows and stood close to me, gently pinching my cheek. "I'll use this money as a public service for you. It's also worth it to accumulate some morals and morals."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're the one who should be grateful for your morals. You should be the one to be virtuous for yourself."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the dean laughing. She interrupted and said, "I have long heard that the Mubai dotes on his goddaughter. Seeing her today, she has a well-deserved reputation."

Without waiting for my reaction, he heard Mu Huainan reaching out his hands to hold me in his embrace. The Lama touched my forehead and kissed, saying, "He used to be my goddaughter, but now he's my girlfriend."

This is probably the first time Mu Huainan has acknowledged my identity in front of an outsider.

I was surprised for a long time.

The dean was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his senses. He smiled and said, "I understand. I also wish the two of you everlasting happiness."

I'm a bit confused, what kind of damned blessing is this?! Who asked him to bless me like that? Moreover, it would only be useful if I agree to it together with him. Just listen to where Mu Huainan is speaking to himself, that's enough?

I opened my mouth to explain, but realized that no one cared about what I said.

Brutal! The dictatorship! It was simply inhumane!

But there's nothing I can do about it.

"Miss Lu Jingyu's room is at 509, let me bring you over there."

As the dean said this, I could only put down the apprehension in my heart and nod my head in agreement.

Standing at the door of room 509, I was actually nervous like I had never been before. Even on the day of the college entrance exam, I was so calm that I didn't say anything.

But now …

She's seen me, and she must remember me, but I.

I forgot about her, although I didn't mean to, but I was afraid that she would think it was because I didn't remember, that I didn't care about my sister.

I'm afraid I can't explain.

The abbot stood in front of me, her hand on the door, her head turned to look at me.

"Did I knock on the door?"

I took a deep breath and nodded.

When the door was knocked, there was actually no reaction for a long while. The Principal spoke, "It's me, Principal Ling, Jing Yu, open the door. Someone is here to see you."

A low and deep female voice came from inside the room. It was probably not the first time I heard Lu Jingyu's voice, but it was also the first time I had felt such a sensation in my memory.

Her voice was deeper, huskier, colder than I had expected.

"I'm sleeping. See you next time."

She didn't seem to be interested in it, nor did she have any intention of opening the door.

The dean suddenly whispered into my ear, "Although we nurses all have a key, it is never used because we have to respect the privacy of our friends and protect their rights, so …" If she won't open the door, I'll … " The dean sighed. "I have no other choice."

I understand her.

Taking a deep breath, I step forward, raise my hand, and ring for a few seconds.

"Jing Yu, I'm Lu Weian. Do you remember me?"

On the way here in the car, I simulated the introduction several times in my heart. Even the expression on my face, the movements of my body when I spoke, how could I describe it so intimately? Should I just say that I'm my sister? Let's introduce ourselves first.

These questions ran through my mind a few times, but when it finally came to this moment, I used the simplest and most undeliberative of sentences and emotions.

Right, it was simple.

Simplifying the most complex emotions was perhaps the most appropriate way to meet for the first time.

I listened attentively. Although there was no answer from the other side of the door, I could still hear the faint sound of the bed moving and the friction of the slippers on the floor. It was getting closer and closer, bit by bit, which made my heart beat faster and faster.

After a long wait, I finally heard the sound of the doorknob being turned. The lock was opened, and there was a "click" that stopped all my heartbeats.

I was so nervous I could barely breathe.

Mu Huainan suddenly appeared beside me. He didn't hold my hand, nor did he touch me to influence me. He tactfully stood by my side to comfort me, but he didn't disturb my thoughts.

I stood there, waiting for the door to open.

I think there are not many times in this life when a person's heart beats like thunder, his hands are trembling, and he is so nervous that he can't breathe.

I knew that when the door opened, through eight years of oblivion, through so many unexpected cries of grief, and the figure behind the door, I saw her half, half familiar, half strange.

His eyes instantly turned moist.

There was a breeze in the corridor, with the fragrance of flowers on the windowsill, and I saw the person in front of me, dressed in blue and white striped clothes, with long sleeves and pants hanging loosely from her body. She was slightly hunched, and her hair was very short and thin.

I looked at each other for a moment and then my heart sank. I couldn't bear it any longer.

When the sky and the earth were both silent, I strode across with large strides. When the Principal and Mu Huainan were both extremely shocked, I stepped into the house and embraced this frail girl.

Maybe they'd think I was being too impulsive, but.

But this girl is my sister.

I also thought that I would be at a loss when I saw her, that I would be even more nervous, that I wouldn't be able to do even a basic greeting.

But when I saw her, her young, slightly washed-out eyes, my heart ached dully, and I could not help thinking that all those years of what she should not have borne had been borne by her little body.

I wanted to hug her, to warm her, to let her feel that there was still a sister in this world who could protect her and love her, and I wanted to use my hug to tell her of the love I had accumulated over the years.

Even more surprising was that Lu Jingyu did not push me away.

For those children who were lacking in their hearts, they were extremely vigilant. They had never allowed anyone to get close to them and were always extremely careful when trying to get close to them.

But today, she was just held by me, neither dodging nor evading, quietly burying her head in my embrace.

She was much shorter than me when she was in the same grade. But on my shoulder.

I hugged her and cried very hard. I looked like I had no future prospects, even though I was obviously my big sister, tears still flowed down her face and Lu Jingyu's hair was drenched from my tears. It was so funny that it looked like it was raining.

After a long time, I reluctantly let her go.

I looked down at her. She wasn't crying, nor was she on guard. She was also looking at me with her head held high. There was curiosity in her eyes, but also confusion.

"Do you remember me? Lu Weian, I am a big sister."

She looked at me, frowned, and said in a confused voice, "Sister?"

Not calling me, but questioning.

Didn't she remember that I was her sister?