Chapter 32
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"More apple?" Amy is holding an apple on her hand, asking me on the chair in my bed.
"No need." I lean on the bed, shake my head and chew my cheeks, gesturing myself to be full. Actually, I don't like apples. I like more of oranges. But it's a pity that Amy doesn't allow me. She said it's not good for my recovery.
Oh, Amy is the nursing girl beside me. She is very young, around twenty years old. Good looking but not a perfect beauty but very cheerful. She has taken care of me very carefully these days. There is always a kind of gentleness and delicacy on her.
I have been lying in the hospital for three days, no one came to see me. Juan and Jim did not come back again, only Amy accompanies me. I asked her, she was hired to work for a career nursing company. Although young, she has been the company's golden medal nurse already.
That day I hesitated for a long time, finally did not call Juan to say my suspicion of Vivi Young.
I don't know if I'm doing this right. Maybe, from the bottom of my heart, I really don't want to doubt her.
Do I have any proof?
No!
Since there is no evidence, what is the use of the saying? Will Juan believe me? Maybe, maybe not... Maybe, I don't need to talk about it at all. He has always been so smart!
As for me, I don't know why I refuse to doubt Vivi Young in my heart. All I know is that I always felt empty after she said goodbye to me that day. I don't know how to describe this feeling...
A little sour, a little gloomy, and there seems to be something else... I always thought of two of us rolled down from the hillside that night, and she held my broken arm to run. We hugged each other for warmth and hid in the cave, shivering with cold, deliberately telling jokes to distract us. And... She tore her underwear and bandaged my head.
How to say that? It seems to be a feeling of sharing weal and woe.
If I doubt her now... Wouldn't that force me to admit that everything that night was hypocritical? All disguised?
I really don't want to do that!
I admit that I have an inexplicable mood towards that woman... Especially thinking of the kiss before she left.
Why did she kiss me?
Maybe it was out of gratitude that I saved her? Broke my leg for her? Or tell her jokes at midnight?
Or is it just a courtesy when Americans say goodbye?
Every time I think of it, I can't help mocking myself: Chen Yang, don't dream!
Of course, these charming ideas in mind are occasionally considered. I've never seen a woman's rookie. But as long as a man who had stayed alone with top class beauty like Vivi Young in the wild place for a whole night, shared weal and woe, holding warmth, girl even tore off underwear to bandage wounds. After these things, if I say that I am still totally not interested in her, that's a lie.
Fortunately, I've been a little quiet for the past two days. I've stopped thinking about those thoughts and occasionally amused Amy, the nurse.
Speaking of Amy, she is a very good-tempered girl. She was probably trained to do all this, so she is patient and careful and takes care of me as if I am an emperor. I heard that her salary at that nursing company was only two thousands per month. She has cared for mothers, patients after surgery, and some elderly people. By contrast, taking care of a minor injured patient like me is not very tiring, and the work time is short, but the income is high.
I felt that she was afraid of me at first, probably because of my appearance.
A man, with a chaste figure, a scar on his body, short hair on his head, as if bareheaded. There are also scars seems caused by fighting. There is also a fierce color in the eyebrows. Looks just like a gangster.
As a young girl, she is a little afraid for sure.
But for the past three days, seeing that I was kind to her, and had nothing to do with her. She gradually becomes defenseless and occasionally talks with me.
To tell the truth, I am interested in her work. It's simply because I have seen some of sex movies.
This little girl in uniform, swaying around in front of you all day, serving the sick, bringing tea and water, and even helping me to solve some of the daily necessities of life... For example, wipe your face and brush your body.
The first time I went to the bathroom, I would not let her help me, insist on do it myself. Because I feel when urinating, if standing around a person to visit, especially a young girl, I am afraid I will be very ashamed.
But Amy was very calm and professional, and in her eyes I was just a patient, no man or woman. She also said that in her work, she sometimes served paralyzed patients and even helped them with her own hands, with the long thin ureters on hands...
In her words, medical service people's heart is no difference with the parents.
I respect her.
Then I couldn't help feeling ashamed of myself. Then I went to the bathroom, and I didn't refuse her help. Instead, I had a good pee in front of her.
But that respect lasted less than two hours, and I overheard her whisper, in a very gossipy, excited tone, as she was talking to her friends on the phone outside the door: "Wow! This one is so handsome! It's cool! Good shape! And that thing is also very big... "
I @#$%^&*!~
From then on, I realized that even the girl who looks innocent could be faked.
But besides that, Amy was professionally accomplished. She did everything in a disciplined and vigilant way, occasionally wiping my chest and abdomen with a towel while changing my clothes and wiping my body. The other hand was always in a defensive position.
She says it's a habit and experience. In her job, it's hard to avoid meeting one or two lustful guys. Most of are perverted by pornographic movies. They had the illusion that they're the actors in movies, which makes them lustful.
I even heard her say that she had taken care of an old man in her sixties and asked Amy to help him with his physical needs.
Amy mentioned this thing with very angry: "That old goat, I was so angry that I wanted to castrate him with a knife that time!"
When she said this, she was holding an apple and doing a cutting with the fruit knife.
I immediately put on a stern look on my face, expressed my position in words, and helped her despise the perverted old wolf.
In my heart, I really respected such a sixty seventy years old man can still be strong enough to erect. Meanwhile, I could not help looking at her hands.
Well, the palm is soft and the fingers are slender, so it must be very comfortable when toughing.
Coughing!
Three days later, my headache has gone, and the symptoms of concussion completely disappeared, and I almost recover from the skin and flesh injuries.
After lying in bed for three days, I am in a good mood by accompanied by a lovely girl like Amy.
As the saying, bone broken needs one hundred days to recover. Much of my body was scraped by falls and soon healed, but the fracture of my arm will not recover so quickly. Lying on bed every day is also boring.
On the fourth day, in the morning, I am lying on bed listening to Amy read the newspaper.
What? Why I can't read it myself?
Please... You choose to read the newspaper by yourself, or let the lovely little girl to read it for you in a sweet voice?
Especially... I asked her to read the social news. For example, what sex scandal of a certain star, who was exposed at night? As I listened, I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have Amy read a literal version of a playboy.
But soon my reverie is interrupted, and the door of the ward is pushed open, and enters a person.
It is afternoon time, and the afternoon sun comes in through the bright glass windows. The light in the room is fine, with a warm hue. When Yumi comes in, she seems to be bathed in the sun, graceful, calm, long wave-like hair, soft behind her head, face with this light makeup, delicate features in the sun is very prominent, the outline of her face is soft. She is wearing a small latent coat with a brown warm skirt underneath, still baring a pair of attractive calves.
It seems that this woman is very smart. She knows her strengths and how to show off her most attractive charm.
With a faint smile on her face, she calmly walks into the ward, carrying a small delicate handbag, extremely elegant.
Amy next to me is almost wonderstruck. There is almost no concealment in her eyes that envies the charming elegance of a mature woman that a little girl of her age could not possibly possess.
"Mr. Chen Yang, have you had a good rest?" Yumi calmly walks up to me and sits down slowly. Her face is soft with a smile and her voice is like a spring breeze.
I have some surprises: "Well? Miss Yumi, is that you? " I sit down unconsciously.
"I'm sorry, I should have come to see you for a long time, but I heard you were badly hurt and worried that it might affect your rest, so I come a few days late." Yumi slowly speaks in her peculiar tone, "but it looks like you're in a good mood."
I am in a good mood indeed.
I don't care much of the hurts. Fighting injuries is almost normal for me. But after the injury, I may lie in such an advanced ward. Such treatment is my very first time.
Of course, the most important thing is, there is a lovely little girl like Amy who is close to me. I live a life of stretching out my hand with my mouth open. I accept a beautiful woman's 24-hour considerate care in peace of mind, and she is almost obedient to you (of course, can't have too much requirements). You are thirsty and hungry, this beauty servers you eat, drink. You are bored, she chats with you. When you itch, she scratches with her delicate little hands. If you are tired, she servers you to fall asleep.
Who would be upset in such a good life?
However, I immediately realize that Yumi comes to see me, I am afraid that it is not that simple.
I look at Amy and says: "Amy, would you mind help me to buy a newspaper?"
Amy is a smart girl. She knows we must have something to say, then she leaves.
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"More apple?" Amy is holding an apple on her hand, asking me on the chair in my bed.
"No need." I lean on the bed, shake my head and chew my cheeks, gesturing myself to be full. Actually, I don't like apples. I like more of oranges. But it's a pity that Amy doesn't allow me. She said it's not good for my recovery.
Oh, Amy is the nursing girl beside me. She is very young, around twenty years old. Good looking but not a perfect beauty but very cheerful. She has taken care of me very carefully these days. There is always a kind of gentleness and delicacy on her.
I have been lying in the hospital for three days, no one came to see me. Juan and Jim did not come back again, only Amy accompanies me. I asked her, she was hired to work for a career nursing company. Although young, she has been the company's golden medal nurse already.
That day I hesitated for a long time, finally did not call Juan to say my suspicion of Vivi Young.
I don't know if I'm doing this right. Maybe, from the bottom of my heart, I really don't want to doubt her.
Do I have any proof?
No!
Since there is no evidence, what is the use of the saying? Will Juan believe me? Maybe, maybe not... Maybe, I don't need to talk about it at all. He has always been so smart!
As for me, I don't know why I refuse to doubt Vivi Young in my heart. All I know is that I always felt empty after she said goodbye to me that day. I don't know how to describe this feeling...
A little sour, a little gloomy, and there seems to be something else... I always thought of two of us rolled down from the hillside that night, and she held my broken arm to run. We hugged each other for warmth and hid in the cave, shivering with cold, deliberately telling jokes to distract us. And... She tore her underwear and bandaged my head.
How to say that? It seems to be a feeling of sharing weal and woe.
If I doubt her now... Wouldn't that force me to admit that everything that night was hypocritical? All disguised?
I really don't want to do that!
I admit that I have an inexplicable mood towards that woman... Especially thinking of the kiss before she left.
Why did she kiss me?
Maybe it was out of gratitude that I saved her? Broke my leg for her? Or tell her jokes at midnight?
Or is it just a courtesy when Americans say goodbye?
Every time I think of it, I can't help mocking myself: Chen Yang, don't dream!
Of course, these charming ideas in mind are occasionally considered. I've never seen a woman's rookie. But as long as a man who had stayed alone with top class beauty like Vivi Young in the wild place for a whole night, shared weal and woe, holding warmth, girl even tore off underwear to bandage wounds. After these things, if I say that I am still totally not interested in her, that's a lie.
Fortunately, I've been a little quiet for the past two days. I've stopped thinking about those thoughts and occasionally amused Amy, the nurse.
Speaking of Amy, she is a very good-tempered girl. She was probably trained to do all this, so she is patient and careful and takes care of me as if I am an emperor. I heard that her salary at that nursing company was only two thousands per month. She has cared for mothers, patients after surgery, and some elderly people. By contrast, taking care of a minor injured patient like me is not very tiring, and the work time is short, but the income is high.
I felt that she was afraid of me at first, probably because of my appearance.
A man, with a chaste figure, a scar on his body, short hair on his head, as if bareheaded. There are also scars seems caused by fighting. There is also a fierce color in the eyebrows. Looks just like a gangster.
As a young girl, she is a little afraid for sure.
But for the past three days, seeing that I was kind to her, and had nothing to do with her. She gradually becomes defenseless and occasionally talks with me.
To tell the truth, I am interested in her work. It's simply because I have seen some of sex movies.
This little girl in uniform, swaying around in front of you all day, serving the sick, bringing tea and water, and even helping me to solve some of the daily necessities of life... For example, wipe your face and brush your body.
The first time I went to the bathroom, I would not let her help me, insist on do it myself. Because I feel when urinating, if standing around a person to visit, especially a young girl, I am afraid I will be very ashamed.
But Amy was very calm and professional, and in her eyes I was just a patient, no man or woman. She also said that in her work, she sometimes served paralyzed patients and even helped them with her own hands, with the long thin ureters on hands...
In her words, medical service people's heart is no difference with the parents.
I respect her.
Then I couldn't help feeling ashamed of myself. Then I went to the bathroom, and I didn't refuse her help. Instead, I had a good pee in front of her.
But that respect lasted less than two hours, and I overheard her whisper, in a very gossipy, excited tone, as she was talking to her friends on the phone outside the door: "Wow! This one is so handsome! It's cool! Good shape! And that thing is also very big... "
I @#$%^&*!~
From then on, I realized that even the girl who looks innocent could be faked.
But besides that, Amy was professionally accomplished. She did everything in a disciplined and vigilant way, occasionally wiping my chest and abdomen with a towel while changing my clothes and wiping my body. The other hand was always in a defensive position.
She says it's a habit and experience. In her job, it's hard to avoid meeting one or two lustful guys. Most of are perverted by pornographic movies. They had the illusion that they're the actors in movies, which makes them lustful.
I even heard her say that she had taken care of an old man in her sixties and asked Amy to help him with his physical needs.
Amy mentioned this thing with very angry: "That old goat, I was so angry that I wanted to castrate him with a knife that time!"
When she said this, she was holding an apple and doing a cutting with the fruit knife.
I immediately put on a stern look on my face, expressed my position in words, and helped her despise the perverted old wolf.
In my heart, I really respected such a sixty seventy years old man can still be strong enough to erect. Meanwhile, I could not help looking at her hands.
Well, the palm is soft and the fingers are slender, so it must be very comfortable when toughing.
Coughing!
Three days later, my headache has gone, and the symptoms of concussion completely disappeared, and I almost recover from the skin and flesh injuries.
After lying in bed for three days, I am in a good mood by accompanied by a lovely girl like Amy.
As the saying, bone broken needs one hundred days to recover. Much of my body was scraped by falls and soon healed, but the fracture of my arm will not recover so quickly. Lying on bed every day is also boring.
On the fourth day, in the morning, I am lying on bed listening to Amy read the newspaper.
What? Why I can't read it myself?
Please... You choose to read the newspaper by yourself, or let the lovely little girl to read it for you in a sweet voice?
Especially... I asked her to read the social news. For example, what sex scandal of a certain star, who was exposed at night? As I listened, I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have Amy read a literal version of a playboy.
But soon my reverie is interrupted, and the door of the ward is pushed open, and enters a person.
It is afternoon time, and the afternoon sun comes in through the bright glass windows. The light in the room is fine, with a warm hue. When Yumi comes in, she seems to be bathed in the sun, graceful, calm, long wave-like hair, soft behind her head, face with this light makeup, delicate features in the sun is very prominent, the outline of her face is soft. She is wearing a small latent coat with a brown warm skirt underneath, still baring a pair of attractive calves.
It seems that this woman is very smart. She knows her strengths and how to show off her most attractive charm.
With a faint smile on her face, she calmly walks into the ward, carrying a small delicate handbag, extremely elegant.
Amy next to me is almost wonderstruck. There is almost no concealment in her eyes that envies the charming elegance of a mature woman that a little girl of her age could not possibly possess.
"Mr. Chen Yang, have you had a good rest?" Yumi calmly walks up to me and sits down slowly. Her face is soft with a smile and her voice is like a spring breeze.
I have some surprises: "Well? Miss Yumi, is that you? " I sit down unconsciously.
"I'm sorry, I should have come to see you for a long time, but I heard you were badly hurt and worried that it might affect your rest, so I come a few days late." Yumi slowly speaks in her peculiar tone, "but it looks like you're in a good mood."
I am in a good mood indeed.
I don't care much of the hurts. Fighting injuries is almost normal for me. But after the injury, I may lie in such an advanced ward. Such treatment is my very first time.
Of course, the most important thing is, there is a lovely little girl like Amy who is close to me. I live a life of stretching out my hand with my mouth open. I accept a beautiful woman's 24-hour considerate care in peace of mind, and she is almost obedient to you (of course, can't have too much requirements). You are thirsty and hungry, this beauty servers you eat, drink. You are bored, she chats with you. When you itch, she scratches with her delicate little hands. If you are tired, she servers you to fall asleep.
Who would be upset in such a good life?
However, I immediately realize that Yumi comes to see me, I am afraid that it is not that simple.
I look at Amy and says: "Amy, would you mind help me to buy a newspaper?"
Amy is a smart girl. She knows we must have something to say, then she leaves.
"More apple?" Amy is holding an apple on her hand, asking me on the chair in my bed."No need." I lean on the bed, shake my head and chew my cheeks, gesturing myself to be full. Actually, I don't like apples. I like more of oranges. But it's a pity that Amy doesn't allow me. She said it's not good for my recovery.Oh, Amy is the nursing girl beside me. She is very young, around twenty years old. Good looking but not a perfect beauty but very cheerful. She has taken care of me very carefully these days. There is always a kind of gentleness and delicacy on her.I have been lying in the hospital for three days, no one came to see me. Juan and Jim did not come back again, only Amy accompanies me. I asked her, she was hired to work for a career nursing company. Although young, she has been the company's golden medal nurse already.That day I hesitated for a long time, finally did not call Juan to say my suspicion of Vivi Young.I don't know if I'm doing this right. Maybe, from the bottom of my heart, I really don't want to doubt her.Do I have any proof?No!Since there is no evidence, what is the use of the saying? Will Juan believe me? Maybe, maybe not... Maybe, I don't need to talk about it at all. He has always been so smart!As for me, I don't know why I refuse to doubt Vivi Young in my heart. All I know is that I always felt empty after she said goodbye to me that day. I don't know how to describe this feeling...A little sour, a little gloomy, and there seems to be something else... I always thought of two of us rolled down from the hillside that night, and she held my broken arm to run. We hugged each other for warmth and hid in the cave, shivering with cold, deliberately telling jokes to distract us. And... She tore her underwear and bandaged my head.How to say that? It seems to be a feeling of sharing weal and woe.If I doubt her now... Wouldn't that force me to admit that everything that night was hypocritical? All disguised?I really don't want to do that!I admit that I have an inexplicable mood towards that woman... Especially thinking of the kiss before she left.Why did she kiss me?Maybe it was out of gratitude that I saved her? Broke my leg for her? Or tell her jokes at midnight?Or is it just a courtesy when Americans say goodbye?Every time I think of it, I can't help mocking myself: Chen Yang, don't dream!Of course, these charming ideas in mind are occasionally considered. I've never seen a woman's rookie. But as long as a man who had stayed alone with top class beauty like Vivi Young in the wild place for a whole night, shared weal and woe, holding warmth, girl even tore off underwear to bandage wounds. After these things, if I say that I am still totally not interested in her, that's a lie.Fortunately, I've been a little quiet for the past two days. I've stopped thinking about those thoughts and occasionally amused Amy, the nurse.Speaking of Amy, she is a very good-tempered girl. She was probably trained to do all this, so she is patient and careful and takes care of me as if I am an emperor. I heard that her salary at that nursing company was only two thousands per month. She has cared for mothers, patients after surgery, and some elderly people. By contrast, taking care of a minor injured patient like me is not very tiring, and the work time is short, but the income is high.I felt that she was afraid of me at first, probably because of my appearance.A man, with a chaste figure, a scar on his body, short hair on his head, as if bareheaded. There are also scars seems caused by fighting. There is also a fierce color in the eyebrows. Looks just like a gangster.As a young girl, she is a little afraid for sure.But for the past three days, seeing that I was kind to her, and had nothing to do with her. She gradually becomes defenseless and occasionally talks with me.To tell the truth, I am interested in her work. It's simply because I have seen some of sex movies.This little girl in uniform, swaying around in front of you all day, serving the sick, bringing tea and water, and even helping me to solve some of the daily necessities of life... For example, wipe your face and brush your body.The first time I went to the bathroom, I would not let her help me, insist on do it myself. Because I feel when urinating, if standing around a person to visit, especially a young girl, I am afraid I will be very ashamed.But Amy was very calm and professional, and in her eyes I was just a patient, no man or woman. She also said that in her work, she sometimes served paralyzed patients and even helped them with her own hands, with the long thin ureters on hands...In her words, medical service people's heart is no difference with the parents.I respect her.Then I couldn't help feeling ashamed of myself. Then I went to the bathroom, and I didn't refuse her help. Instead, I had a good pee in front of her.But that respect lasted less than two hours, and I overheard her whisper, in a very gossipy, excited tone, as she was talking to her friends on the phone outside the door: "Wow! This one is so handsome! It's cool! Good shape! And that thing is also very big... "I @#$%^&*!~From then on, I realized that even the girl who looks innocent could be faked.But besides that, Amy was professionally accomplished. She did everything in a disciplined and vigilant way, occasionally wiping my chest and abdomen with a towel while changing my clothes and wiping my body. The other hand was always in a defensive position.She says it's a habit and experience. In her job, it's hard to avoid meeting one or two lustful guys. Most of are perverted by pornographic movies. They had the illusion that they're the actors in movies, which makes them lustful.I even heard her say that she had taken care of an old man in her sixties and asked Amy to help him with his physical needs.Amy mentioned this thing with very angry: "That old goat, I was so angry that I wanted to castrate him with a knife that time!"When she said this, she was holding an apple and doing a cutting with the fruit knife.I immediately put on a stern look on my face, expressed my position in words, and helped her despise the perverted old wolf.In my heart, I really respected such a sixty seventy years old man can still be strong enough to erect. Meanwhile, I could not help looking at her hands.Well, the palm is soft and the fingers are slender, so it must be very comfortable when toughing.Coughing!Three days later, my headache has gone, and the symptoms of concussion completely disappeared, and I almost recover from the skin and flesh injuries.After lying in bed for three days, I am in a good mood by accompanied by a lovely girl like Amy.As the saying, bone broken needs one hundred days to recover. Much of my body was scraped by falls and soon healed, but the fracture of my arm will not recover so quickly. Lying on bed every day is also boring.On the fourth day, in the morning, I am lying on bed listening to Amy read the newspaper.What? Why I can't read it myself?Please... You choose to read the newspaper by yourself, or let the lovely little girl to read it for you in a sweet voice?Especially... I asked her to read the social news. For example, what sex scandal of a certain star, who was exposed at night? As I listened, I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have Amy read a literal version of a playboy.But soon my reverie is interrupted, and the door of the ward is pushed open, and enters a person.It is afternoon time, and the afternoon sun comes in through the bright glass windows. The light in the room is fine, with a warm hue. When Yumi comes in, she seems to be bathed in the sun, graceful, calm, long wave-like hair, soft behind her head, face with this light makeup, delicate features in the sun is very prominent, the outline of her face is soft. She is wearing a small latent coat with a brown warm skirt underneath, still baring a pair of attractive calves.It seems that this woman is very smart. She knows her strengths and how to show off her most attractive charm.With a faint smile on her face, she calmly walks into the ward, carrying a small delicate handbag, extremely elegant.Amy next to me is almost wonderstruck. There is almost no concealment in her eyes that envies the charming elegance of a mature woman that a little girl of her age could not possibly possess."Mr. Chen Yang, have you had a good rest?" Yumi calmly walks up to me and sits down slowly. Her face is soft with a smile and her voice is like a spring breeze.I have some surprises: "Well? Miss Yumi, is that you? " I sit down unconsciously."I'm sorry, I should have come to see you for a long time, but I heard you were badly hurt and worried that it might affect your rest, so I come a few days late." Yumi slowly speaks in her peculiar tone, "but it looks like you're in a good mood."I am in a good mood indeed.I don't care much of the hurts. Fighting injuries is almost normal for me. But after the injury, I may lie in such an advanced ward. Such treatment is my very first time.Of course, the most important thing is, there is a lovely little girl like Amy who is close to me. I live a life of stretching out my hand with my mouth open. I accept a beautiful woman's 24-hour considerate care in peace of mind, and she is almost obedient to you of course, can't have too much requirements. You are thirsty and hungry, this beauty servers you eat, drink. You are bored, she chats with you. When you itch, she scratches with her delicate little hands. If you are tired, she servers you to fall asleep.Who would be upset in such a good life?However, I immediately realize that Yumi comes to see me, I am afraid that it is not that simple.I look at Amy and says: "Amy, would you mind help me to buy a newspaper?"Amy is a smart girl. She knows we must have something to say, then she leaves.
