The next day, when Lin Qingyu got up, she looked in the mirror and noticed that the human skin mask seemed to have a slight crack on the forehead.
She quickly covered it with her bangs.
Then I thought about taking a leave to meet the person "Lu Nian" mentioned, maybe it would stimulate me to regain my memory.
Unexpectedly, before the call was made, the school informed her that today was a welfare day for new teachers and she did not have to go to work.
Lin Qingyu:???
Isn’t this school too considerate?
Do you know what happened to her today?
After sending her two children to school, Lin Qingyu walked to a small cafe next to the hospital designated by Lu Yan to wait for him.
As a result, an errand boy came by and gave her a set of nursing uniforms.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Qingyu's cell phone rang.
The call was from Lu Yan.
"Ayu, now put on this nursing uniform, put on a mask, and go to Ward 211 to work as a nurse for President Zhou's wife.
I have bribed her original caregiver. Just say that she has someone coming from her hometown today, and you can take her place for half a day."
"Then what am I going to do? I've never been a caregiver."
Lu Yan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Just wash her face, wipe her body, and massage her. Talk to her, ask her if she wants to eat fruit, and peel one for her."
"Okay." Lin Qingyu hung up the phone and looked at the nurse's uniform. She felt that this "Lu Nian" was too weird, as if he was working for an underground party.
I don’t know if there is something wrong with this person, or if there is something wrong with Lu Xun.
Lin Qingyu picked up the nursing uniform, went to the bathroom to change into it, then put on a mask and walked towards the ward on the second floor.
There were quite a lot of bodyguards along the way, checking every step of the way, making Lin Qingyu think that the sick person was some big shot.
She was immediately nervous, but when she opened the door, she was stunned.
In the ward, a couple around fifty-five years old, with kind faces, stared at her, as if she had fallen off the horse.
Lin Qingyu subconsciously pressed the mask on the bridge of her nose, fearing that her secret would be exposed.
"Ayu——" President Zhou's wife couldn't help but call out, her eyes moist.
And it was this sound that made her heart twitch for no apparent reason.
There is a very familiar feeling in my mind, as if it is coming out, but it is very vague.
She couldn't catch it no matter how hard she tried.
Seeing that his wife had called out Ayu's name, President Zhou quickly smoothed things over and said, "You must be the nurse who came to replace Sister Zhang. She told us that your name is Ayu."
"Oh, hello." Lin Qingyu smiled stiffly, walked over and asked President Zhou's wife, "Do you need any help? I'll help you wash your face."
"No need. I took a shower when I got up in the morning." President Zhou's wife stared at Lin Qingyu with tearful eyes.
Lin Qingyu was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her: "Then... I'll peel an apple for you to eat?"
Before he finished speaking, President Zhou had already picked up a fruit knife and started peeling apples: "Ayu, you don't have to work. Our family doesn't have the habit of letting women peel fruits."
Lin Qingyu:......
Why do these words sound so familiar?
The moment Lin Qingyu regained consciousness, President Zhou had already placed a plate of sliced apples on the bedside table for her and President Zhou's wife to eat.
It was like giving the two of them something to talk about.
Lin Qingyu:???
Am I here to be a caregiver?
Not here for a tea party!
Mrs. Zhou looked at her tenderly, like a mother looking at her daughter: "Eat. You eat."
Lin Qingyu took a fork and was embarrassed to eat a piece of apple, but couldn't help but ask: "Shall I give you a massage?"
"No need." President Zhou's wife looked at her with a smile, "It's fine just sitting here."
"That won't work. I'm here to be a caregiver." Lin Qingyu stood up very principledly.
President Zhou’s wife was stunned for a moment: “Then you can help me comb my hair.”
"Okay." Lin Qingyu agreed and gently helped President Zhou's wife comb her hair.
Mrs. Zhou’s hair is curly and reaches shoulder length. It is inevitably messy and tangled after sleeping.
Lin Qingyu combed her hair very carefully, wisps and strands, very gently.
Suddenly, President Zhou's wife burst into tears.
"I should be combing your hair... When you got married, I didn't comb it for you, but now it's you who combs my hair."
After hearing this, Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and then her eyes were filled with confusion.