On the morning of March 22, Dai Yuni and Yang Xiaozhao, who had stayed in the hospital for three days and three nights, were ready to be discharged and go home!
Yang Qian's mother, Hong Xiaoxia, brought breakfast over early. She was afraid that the wind would blow when Dai Yuni left the hospital, so she brought several large bags of thick clothes and scarves from home.
However, they didn't go back immediately after breakfast. Dai Yuni still had to undergo the last course of recovery treatment, and Yang Xiaozhao also took a shower at noon before going back.
"I'll go down and pay and go through the formalities. If you need anything urgent, just call me."
Yang Qian was no longer as confused and confused as he was on the first day he became a nanny. He left the care of the ward to his mother and confinement nanny. He took the bill from the nurse station and went to the first floor to pay.
"Teacher Yang, ah, it's really you! Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?"
There were quite a few people at the payment window on the first floor. Yang Qian was waiting in the long queue in a low-key manner. He didn't take care of his hair or dress like a star. He was wearing a mask, just like an ordinary family member.
No one noticed him.
But the staff responsible for maintaining order didn't know if the time for him to be discharged from the hospital had already been calculated. He had been deliberately observing the crowd, glanced at Yang Qian a few times, and recognized him!
"Yes, you have worked hard."
Yang Qian noticed that many people in line looked over. He nodded helplessly to the nurse and responded politely.
However, at this moment, others have not thought about his identity, or some people are exhausted from the pain of their family members and have not paid attention to entertainment news at all.
Their gazes were still wary: What is Teacher Yang? Your child’s teacher at school? An acquaintance? Familiar friends, everyone has been waiting in line for a long time, don’t jump in line just because you have some connections!
"Teacher Yang, can I take a photo with you? Want an autograph? I'm your fan!"
The nurse lady had no intention of arranging for Yang Qian to jump in line. She just followed Yang Qian happily like a little fangirl.
"Okay, do you have paper and pen ready?"
Yang Qian graciously agreed.
"Ready, ready!"
Sure enough, she was prepared. She took out a pen and a pocket-sized notebook with a beautiful casing directly from the pocket of her white coat.
"What's your name, please?"
After Yang Qian took it, he opened the unwritten notebook and stopped on the first page.
"Teacher Yang, my name is Cheng Sisi, Cheng who has traveled thousands of miles, Si who thinks."
The nurse lady was holding her mobile phone and waiting to take pictures. Unexpectedly, Yang Qian was going to leave a message for her. She was so happy that she almost fainted.
"Send to Cheng Sisi, the angel in white:
Thank you for protecting life day and night!
——Yang Qian.”
Yang Qian's handwriting is clear and neat. Although there are traces of calligraphy, it is not as confusing as those artistic signatures.
After finishing writing, he handed the notebook back to the other party, then pulled down his mask and asked her to take a selfie with her mobile phone.
"Thank you, Teacher Yang!"
Cheng Sisi was so excited that she almost forgot to thank her. She took two steps before turning around and waving her hand, and then she quickly ran to the window sill to show off to her colleagues.
"Are you a big star?"
An old man in front who was waiting to pay and go through the formalities turned his head and asked curiously.
"Hello grandpa, I'm either a big star or an ordinary singer. I'll make you laugh."
Yang Qian said modestly.
"Teacher Yang, are you not a big star yet? Uncle, don't listen to him. He has already attended the Spring Festival Gala twice, and he is not yet a big star."
A middle-aged aunt standing in the back obviously knew who Yang Qian was, she said with a smile.
"Going to the Spring Festival Gala? That's amazing!"
The uncle was surprised.
Sure enough, for the older generation of Chinese, singing and acting are nothing, only those who attend the Spring Festival Gala are considered big stars!
"No, no, grandpa, we still need to keep working hard."
Yang Qian was not complacent.
"You should indeed continue to work hard. You are still young. Are you thirty years old? You have attended the Spring Festival Gala twice before you were thirty, which is a great result. But you must continue to work hard, strive to go out of China, go international, and sing a song
International stars are coming!”
The uncle gave a thumbs up and said in an old-fashioned way.
"Yes, grandpa, you are right, the road is long and long, I will search up and down!"
Not only did Yang Qian not care, he also made the old man laugh, thinking that his little boy was teachable!
However, he can be taught, and the uncle will not give up his position to Yang Qian just because he has a happy chat with him.
Yang Qian was not in a hurry. He chatted with the uncle all the time, and from time to time he took the books from passers-by who wanted autographs and gave them autographs.
"You have WeChat, right? And are you a local in Shanghai? I see you are using a smartphone. If you scan here with your phone, you can use your medical insurance to deduct part of the cost."
Finally, it was the uncle's turn to pay. The staff at the window kindly asked him to use his mobile phone to save whatever he could.
But the old man didn't seem to know how to use it. He felt like holding on to the smartphone like a brick. He fiddled with it in a daze for a long time and still didn't understand what scanning meant.
"Grandpa, if you don't mind, let me help you operate it. Do you think that's okay?"
Yang Qian was not in a hurry, he saw the uncle was so anxious that his eyebrows were flying, so he asked kindly.
"Okay, okay, you are a big star, a big singer, you won't lie to me. I don't know how to use this phone. My granddaughter is sensible. She said she wanted to change her phone, but she insisted on giving this to me. Usually when she is abroad, we can
video......"
The uncle happily handed him the phone and talked nonchalantly.
The old man must be over seventy years old, but he is still quite strong and talks a lot.
But smart devices are indeed a big challenge for them. They often accidentally touch them when using them to make calls, let alone use those fancy functions!
It might be better if you have children around you, who can provide guidance at any time, but as the uncle said, his dearest granddaughter is still studying abroad. When it comes to needing guidance, it is really beyond his reach.
Fortunately, Yang Qian is here!
"Grandpa, look here, look at your phone, it prompts you to blink, just blink a few times...that's it!"
Yang Qian helped him get it done, and it became much smoother now.
Although the old man still took out cash from his bag to pay for the remaining fees, the amount he originally had to pay was indeed a lot less.
"Thank you, Teacher Yang."
The uncle smiled and said to Yang Qian that he still doesn't know Yang Qian's name.
"Ah, don't. Grandpa, please call me young man. I can't bear it."
Yang Qian quickly bent down and shook hands with him.
This little episode may not be caught by reporters, but Yang Qian does good deeds not for fame. He helps others and feels very happy in his heart. He even feels that it can have a good influence on his daughter Yang Xiaozhao - although she is now
Don't understand anything.
"I have completed the discharge procedures. Now I will take Xiao Zhaozhao to take a bath. After taking a bath, we can go home!"
Yang Qian came back from his work and pushed the crib out without stopping.
"Teacher Yang, are you going to discharge the baby from the hospital?"
The baby shower room was right next to the nurse's station. When the nurses saw him, they couldn't help but gathered around him.
Everyone was reserved before, but now they can no longer be so. If you want autographs or photos, hurry up! After passing this village, there is no such store!