A Young Woman's Heart

"Hmm...it has to be a really close best friend, right?"

"You girls are really complicated. But Gao Yuan is only willing to lend it to you because it's nothing to him, right?"

"What? Someone lent you something valuable, and you're still speculating about them like this? You idiot, Lu Bolun, I've seen through you!"

Lu Bolun quickly waved his hand: "No, no, cough! I was just saying it casually, that's not what I meant..."

Game consoles can be connected via a cable, allowing for online gaming, such as Pokémon battles and trading, or cooperative gameplay in puzzle games.

Playing cooperative games like this can also enhance a couple's relationship.

However, Wang Jiale's gaming skills were really bad. She often couldn't get past a certain spot several times, which made her so angry that she hit Lu Bolun several times.

Poor Luberon, he was always used as a punching bag.

An hour passed quickly, and as soon as Lu Bolun heard the announcement to start ticket checking, he immediately stood up.

"Lele, let's go, let's get on the bus."

"Hmm, what is this? It's not fun at all. I'll play that Pokémon game instead. Turn-based games are simpler."

“Okay, you can do whatever you want.” Lu Bolun smiled and picked up her travel bag. “Let me carry it for you, wow…it’s so heavy.”

"It's alright, I only put in some necessary things."

"only……"

The ticket inspector's voice rang out again, making sure no one missed it: "Ticket checking for train K112 from G City to Shanghai has begun. Passengers traveling on train K112, please gather your belongings and proceed to gate number seven for ticket inspection..."

The two lined up, nervously and expectantly passing through the ticket gate. Two holes were punched in the two red tickets, which were then stuffed back into Lu Bolun's pocket, in case someone checked the tickets later.

"How many days are we going to stay?" Wang Jiale asked, swinging her legs as she sat down in her seat and watched Lu Bolun put her luggage on the luggage rack.

"At least stay one night, right? Staying too long won't be enough money..."

"Oh, I brought money~"

“It’s alright, it’s alright, I have enough money,” Lu Bolun quickly replied.

"What about the accommodation fee? Half and half?"

"No need, I'll pay."

"Then I'll pay for the food."

"Hmm...that works too."

"I brought my phone with me." Wang Jiale waved the phone in her hand, or rather, her PHS phone.

"Is it new?"

"Yeah! I bought it last week!" Wang Jiale proudly waved it around.

Below her mobile phone hung a string of ornaments that jingled when she swayed.

In June of this year, PHS (Personal Handyphone System) was designated as a supplement and extension to landline telephones. The call rate was cheaper than that of mobile phones, making it relatively affordable for ordinary people.

Currently, it is in the popularization stage. At the entrance of major supermarkets and shopping malls, you can often see them setting up a stage to promote and advertise using PHS phones.

Wang Jiale's PHS phone was only used for basic calls; it had no other functions—including sending and receiving text messages.

The pink-colored Little Smart phone was quite fashionable. It was already a blessing to have your own telephone, especially since this was in 2000, when many families couldn't even afford a landline!

"So, is it expensive for a month?"

"Hmm... The monthly fee is twenty yuan, and it's two cents per minute. If you don't make many calls, then it's alright."

"That's great... I want to buy one too."

"Then let's buy it."

"My parents won't allow it... they say it's useless to buy it." Lu Bolun covered his face. "Are parents always going to give their daughters preferential treatment?"

"That's only in the city, right? If it were in the countryside, they definitely wouldn't spoil their daughter like that." Wang Jiale waved the mobile phone. "So, do you need to use my phone to make calls? Just to let them know you're safe or something?"

"No need, no need. That would be too obvious. What if you're the one who answers the phone next time? I'd rather use a public phone."

“Hmm, that’s true, whatever you say then~” She leaned against Lu Bolun and glanced out the window at the platform. The train’s stop was short, and soon it started moving slowly again.

"Clang, clang, clang..." Amidst these sounds, Wang Jiale gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

Chapter 110 Dr. Wang is here

The grocery store was rather dull and deserted at noon.

Zhuang Lianlian was alone in the shop, and Mo Xueyao had just arrived.

She was returning from the library with Li Wanyan.

"So, what did he say?"

“Hmm… I just told him that Xiao Yao needs to talk to you, but I didn’t say what it is…” Zhuang Lianlian bit her finger. “He’ll be waiting for you at Banshan Park at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

"Okay." Mo Xueyao nodded. "Leave the rest to me!"

"Um……"

Zhuang Lianlian hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

After returning to the fruit shop, Mo Xueyao called Li Gutao again to tell him to come over tomorrow.

He seems to have been staying home a lot lately; the landline always connects easily.

However, it didn't sound boring, because Lin Huihui seemed to always be with him during the day.

Although he was henpecked, Mo Xueyao still felt a little envious, though she wasn't sure which of the two of them she envied.

"Xiaoyao, go upstairs and water the plants for me."

"Didn't we already water it?"

"The sun is so strong, we need to water it again at noon."

"Oh—" Mo Xueyao had no choice but to run to the general store again to borrow a ladder and go up to the rooftop to water the plants.

My mother downstairs is cooking; she looks rather formal. I wonder if we have guests coming.

As it turned out, Mo Xueyao's guess was correct. About ten minutes later, a somewhat familiar-looking bald middle-aged man drove a car and stopped in the open space next to the fruit shop.

This is probably the only place to park next to the fruit shop.

He then got out of the car, dressed in very casual summer clothes. However, unlike his pot-bellied godfather, although he was slightly overweight and balding, he exuded an air of profound knowledge and looked like an old professor.

"Dr. Wang, you're here!" The mother tossed the pot over with a thud and called out, "Please make yourself at home, it'll be ready in a minute."

"Hello, Dr. Wang." Mo Wenli immediately went over and offered him a cigarette.

"Smoking is bad for your health," Dr. Wang smiled, but still had the cigarette in his mouth. "But sometimes I just can't help it."

"Haha—" Mo Wenli laughed, "Being a doctor and smoking don't conflict!"

"Well, actually I'm not a heavy smoker. I only smoke when I'm really tired." Dr. Wang lit a cigarette with Mo Wenli's lighter and looked Li Wanyan up and down as she sat in the corner of the shop playing with the candy. "Hmm... I don't remember it being her, right?"

"Huh? Oh, haha, my daughter's on the rooftop!"

"Oh my, what are you doing on the rooftop?"

"Watering the plants, my wife planted some vegetables."

"Haha, it seems like vegetables can be grown everywhere." Dr. Wang chuckled. "How is she now?"

"It's all pretty good."

Has any cognitive impairment occurred?

“Cognitive impairment? Oh, oh…” Mo Wenli was somewhat educated after all. Although she hadn’t heard of this professional term before, she understood it from the literal meaning. “No, no, everything is fine, but it still takes time to change!”

"Are you in good spirits and emotional state?"

"That's fine. You can see her for yourself when she comes down later."

"Okay." Dr. Wang looked the fruit shop up and down. "Starting your own business is not bad."

"It's a small business, just enough to make some money to pay off the debts." Mo Wenli exhaled a smoke ring. "Phew, I should be able to pay it all off this year."

"Not bad, that's pretty fast."

"Ha, yes, business is pretty good here."

Dr. Wang had contacted Mo Xueyao's parents beforehand, saying that he would come to see her soon. After all, there aren't many patients who have this kind of surgery these days, and a lot of time has passed, so it's time to follow up and make some records.

That's how experience is gradually accumulated.

Moreover, Mo Xueyao is actually the oldest among these patients. The others were basically three to five years old when they had their surgeries. Because they were still young, it did not cause too much of a problem.

But she was different; before her surgery, she had a full fifteen years of life as a boy.

Her mental state is more concerning than her surgical recovery.

So a few days ago, he set a date and drove over.

As they were chatting, Mo Xueyao climbed down the ladder, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and looked at Dr. Wang with curiosity.

Although not much time has passed, my impression of it is already a bit blurry.

I had to look at him several times to confirm that this was the witty and humorous surgeon I remembered.

"Come here, Xiaoyao, this is Dr. Wang, do you recognize him?" Her father quickly called her over.

"Hello, Dr. Wang." She greeted him obediently, like a puppet on a string.

I'm actually used to it, since that's how it always goes when visiting relatives...

"Hello, Mo Xueyao." He smiled. "How have your studies been lately?"

"It's alright." Mo Xueyao seemed a little uneasy, unsure of where to put her hands.

“Let’s sit down and talk,” he said, looking at Mori. “Is there a chair?”

"Yes, yes, you can go to the back and chat for a while. It'll be another 10 or 20 minutes before we eat." Mo Wenli quickly nodded.

The two of them were sitting at the back of the fruit shop.