Entrust My Life To You - Chapter 17
September 18, 2009
After the orchestra rehearsal ended, I bowed my head and slowly wiped up my clarinet, I had an indescribable melancholy feeling. At least, I finally believed people often said: “When a woman falls in love, her IQ drops? No, the truth is, they didn’t even have a brain.”
The girl who played flute next to me was complaining to the violin girl, “Look, I have another fine line in my eye! Oh no! I’m getting old.”
Now I wish that I were three or four years older, at least I wouldn’t get to hear, “I’m so much older than you.” I thought that sentence had tempered the nerves in my brain.
What the big deal if you’re six years older than me? My history was terrible, and I couldn’t even list the name of people in this orchestra. But I know there must be so many people in this world and history who had six years’ differences or more with their lovers.
“If the situation particularly confusing, then simply tell the truth.”
I looked at my wristwatch, today was Friday. The Doctor should be working on the night shift. I didn’t know where the courage came from when I finished packing my things; I walked away.
More than half an hour later, I was waiting for the elevator in the lounge of the ward and stood in front of the glass door. What should I say? What should I do? I found that my mind was full of puzzles, no answers, and even logical thought. I confused why the school didn’t open a class for love psychology.
Turned into the corridor, I wondered: If I put down my musical instrument case on the floor, I could be considered as wandering artists in the subway. Should I say that I am coming here after performing the art?
I took a deep breath and looked up when I saw the Doctor had just finished talking to a patient and about to walk into his office. He glanced at me and stopped at the door of the office.
Ten steps away. My adrenaline went up in one fell of swoop.
His hands hung on the sides of his body, and the whole person stood straight. For a long time, he leaned over and opened the office door.
After I came in, the door was closed. In that room, only both of us and nobody was talking.
He stood by the door, his eyes were on my face, expressionless. My heartbeat gradually to fell back, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. At least he didn’t ask a question such as, “How’s your dad doing?”
I didn’t know how long we stood like this until he bowed his head slightly and strolled to his desk with his back to me.
My eyes that I held back for a long time suddenly turned into red. I took a deep breath and swallowed my saliva. I tried hard to hold back the acidity in my eyes. If I shed tears, it would be hard to explain.
Before I finished adjusting my mood, the Doctor turned around and handed over a clean apple and a paper towel to me. “Eat this apple.”
It stunned me. I took the paper towel he handed over obediently, wiped my hands, then took the apple, and began to bite.
(Sansan: You probably have a mental lapse…)
The Doctor’s fingertips pointed on my musical instrument case, “What’s inside?”
“Clarinet.”
“Polka?”
(The polka is originally a Bohemian dance and genre of dance music familiar throughout Europe and the Americas. It originated in the middle of the 19th century in Bohemia, now part of the Czech Republic.)
“Yes.”
I’m surprised. With two clicks of sound, the box opened. The Doctor slowly stroked his finger across the tube and said, “Play a song for me.”
I sat on the chair, from my line of sight I could only see my nose, but I could feel it in my heart. At first, I wanted to pick up some musical track but thought of when the Doctor talked about Polka, and I subconsciously chose a song that was very inconsistent with my current mood. The song was short, and the Doctor smiled peacefully.
My heart gradually calmed down. At this moment, I played a polka song for you; it wasn’t brilliant, not complicated. Just like my feeling for you, I hope you can hear it.
When I packed my things, I was a little relieved. I packed my things and hugged them in my arms. “I’m going back to school.” and I left the office.
Outside of the hospital gate, I passed through a porridge shop, subconsciously bought two cups of black rice porridge. Only when I carried on my hand, I realized, whom should I give the other cup?
As I was walking on, the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Where are you?”
I looked around and saw the Doctor coming out of the hospital gate. “I’m — on the 3 o’clock direction from you.”
He turned and walked towards me step by step. I held my cell phone and felt something soft from the night wind and blowing into my body. At that moment, my heart sprouted like a seed in the spring soil.
The Doctor stood in front of me and handed me a folding umbrella. “It will rain soon.” His expression was a little indescribable, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth bent.
The passers-by looked at us curiously, the Doctor glanced at them, then reached my wrist, and took me back to the hospital.
The Doctor dragged me back to his office; I watched him close the door, carried me to the chair next to his desk, and sat next to me before he loosens my hands.
The Doctor coughed awkwardly: “Hmm — have you eat dinner?”
Me: “… I just finished my rehearsal.” Lacking confidence
Doctor: “Girls rarely learn to play the clarinet.”
I watched him bend his fingers and gently tap the table and said with a smile, “I like the sound. Moreover, I can take it wherever I want.”
The Doctor frowned. “Isn’t it a bit of bad luck for the one who learns the piano?”
Me: “You learn piano?”
Doctor: “No, my mom forced me to learn violin for years when I was a kid.”
Violin?! Have I discovered another great competence of a doctor? I stared at his hand. “Paganini syndrome.”
(Paganini syndrome is a condition where the patient’s fingers are slender because of learning violin.)
The Doctor waved his hands uncomfortably. “No, I’m completely normal.”
It was embarrassing. I turned around, unpacked the plastic bag, and handed over a cup: “Your night snack.”
The Doctor suddenly smiled, and his ears turned red.
After a moment of silence, my logic came back: “How do you know my number?” Forgive me for asking this question at such a critical moment, because the patients’ family information registered in the hospital was my mother.
I watched the Doctor’s eyelashes keep blinking. Did he felt guilty? “It registered at the nurse station.”
I squinted my eyes and tried to remember, remembering once Teacher Lin discharged from the hospital. I went to the nurse station to sign the medical bill.
The nurse filed the list, and The Doctor only needs to make sure I had signed on the receipt. As for the contact number of the person receiving the medication, it was unnecessary to note it down.
I tried to calm down. “Oh, that was a long time ago.”
Doctor: “Yes, long-time ago.”
Remembered my number for such a long time, and you were still that calm!
Suddenly thought of something, he took out his cell phone, flipped over the text messages, and showed it in front of me with a smile.
[Do you have a girlfriend? — 2009-4-3 20:27]
I had an impulse to hit the wall and break my head on the table.
The Doctor sat quietly beside me, watching my ears go from white become red, and then from red back to white, and then intoned, “It wasn’t sent by you, right?”
My voice was incomparably low: “Carelessly in making friends.”
The Doctor smiled and threw the empty cup into the trash bin and looked at his wristwatch. “It’s already nine o’clock. I’ll take you home.” He picked up the musical instrument case and reached out his hand to me.
I had a conflict in my heart. Did he want me to hand over the musical score or my hand? After long consideration, I generously handed the musical score to him. Well, in the hospital, I need to paid attention to his reputation.
Two floors down the elevator, a radiologist came in, said hello to Doctor Gu. When he looked at me, and he nodded and smiled at him, followed with a clear expression.
I covered my head, Ai; I was very embarrassed. >_<
Out of the hall, there was a light rain, but we forgot to bring umbrellas. Near to the subway station, I reached out to the Doctor and said, “Give it to me. I’ll run over there.”
The Doctor looked outside; he put the music score and the musical instrument case in one hand, and then he held my wrist again and dragged me away.
As soon as I entered the subway station, I stopped and grabbed the Doctor’s sleeve. “Don’t you sit all day in the office?” Why he could run better than a bumpy girl like me.
Doctor: “People’s life relies on my exercise.”
Me: “…..”
A handsome man in a white coat appeared at the gate of the subway station. Even if it was already nine o’clock in the night, the desire of people looking back was considerable. I took my stuff from the Doctor: “Thank you. I’m going back.” If not, we will be public attention.
The Doctor smiled: “Thank you.”
“Ah?” My heart suddenly frightened. I hope the next sentence must not be, “but we are not suitable.”
I guess my expression was too frightened or too solemn, and the Doctor laughed, “The porridge is delicious.”
I subconsciously pinched the hand he stretched out to ruffled my hair: “Doctor — “
“Hmm.”
“You — how many people have you ever sent to the subway station?” I realized that I’m not the female protagonist’s material.
“My mother, uncle, aunt—- “
“What about the patient’s family member?”
“Doctor’s job doesn’t include sending the patient’s family to the subway station.”
O_O So I was officially his girlfriend, right? We are officially dating right!!!
I quickly took off the green sandalwood beads bracelet from my left wrist and put on his wrist: “To ward off evil spirits.” When I reacted, what am I saying?
The Doctor looked at the Buddha beads on his wrist. He said with a smile, “Is this a token of love?”
Amitabha, I comforted myself, on the night, blushing was too concealed. “Well, I’d better take you to the station.” So, for the third time, he dragged me away.
In the minute I queued to buy a ticket, I felt like I was stepping on the carpet. Although it wasn’t as exaggerated as stepped on cotton, I still felt a little unreal, and I couldn’t help keep looking at the Doctor beside me.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.”
“…. haven’t seen me before?”
“Now, I can look at you openly and without fear.”
The Doctor turned his head and sighed, “As you wish.”
“Hmm.” I’m serious about it. “Your skin was perfect.” Both of us laughed together.
He gave me a gentle push. “Get in.”
I swiped my subway card into the station bar and moved down layer by layer until I couldn’t see the Doctor outside the walk-through bar.
As I was climbing the dorm stairs (poor thing to see my room was on the fifth floor), my cell phone in my pocket shook, and I took it out: “Hello?”
“Have you arrived at the dormitory?”
“Don’t say you even know where my school is, do you?”
“I also know your major and grades… Du Wenjun was very enthusiastic.”
“…..” I always made friends carelessly.
“Go to bed early.”
“I can’t sleep.” I was a little angry that I was always being sold.
“Come here, should give you an injection?”
“……” What an occupational obsession!
Back in the dorm, I jumped on the bed and called Sansan, “Sansannnnnnnnnnnnnnn.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I’m in a relationship.”
“Ah…. ah? Ah?!!”
After listening to my repetition, she honestly expressed her disdain: “You make me suspect that both of you have been secretly in love for a long time.”
It was so twisted that I was the only one who could understand her. I said, “It means we have an unspoken understanding.”
Sansan: “Unspoken understanding? It took so long for that unspoken understanding!” Then she hung up the phone and continued to work overtime.
Special Dialog:
Doctor: The front battle was a bit long
(It’s ok, I forgive you.)
Doctor: ….…