Beautiful mood 43

  The hospital room door burst open!

  Jiang Tiankuai adjusted his black suit, walked out with a cold face and instructed Dongying: "Notify the dean immediately, no matter what the cost, I want to find the most suitable heart for Ruhuo through global means! Not a moment to delay!"

  "Yes!" Dongying followed behind him and responded!

  Jiang Tiankuai fell silent again, and with a cold face, he walked forward once more. Over ten bodyguards followed closely behind him, also quickly exiting the hospital lobby.

  Such a big fanfare caused doctors, nurses, patients and their families in the hospital to turn around one after another.

  Ya Hui had just finished taking care of Ke Yin, holding a prescription in her hand, ready to pick up the medicine. However, she saw Jiang Tian Kuai walking out of the hospital lobby with a cold face, and his bodyguards quickly followed him out. She curiously followed them for a moment, seeing Jiang Tian Kuai adjust his suit before getting into a Rolls-Royce, as his bodyguard closed the car door behind him...

  Yahui gazed calmly at Jiang Tiankui sitting in the car, his emotionless eyes reflecting a hint of cold light. She recalled his expression earlier in the rainstorm and felt a surge of anger, turning away. However, as she turned, she caught sight of Dongying, still wearing her hotel secretary uniform, badge pinned to her lapel, walking with the hospital director towards his office. As they walked, Dongying said, "Director! Our CEO said that no matter the cost, we must find a suitable heart for Ruzi through the world's most advanced medical institutions! And it can't wait! You also know why our CEO can't stay here. But Ruzi is the most important person in his life! I hope you understand this!"

  The principal nodded and said: "Let President Chiang rest assured! We will definitely do our best!"

  "Thank you for your hard work." Dongying said, and then nodded silently, walking alone towards the hospital.

  Ya Hui immediately grasped the prescription and hid behind a pillar in the hospital, watching Dong Ying walk towards the VIP ward. Her mind flashed back to earlier in the rainstorm, when she seemed to see through the car window that there was a beautiful woman leaning against Chairman Jiang's side. However, that beautiful girl wasn't Rose, the chairman's fiancée from the engagement party at the Century Hotel... then who was she?

  She suddenly realized that in a noble family, there would always be endless romantic affairs!

  She shook her head helplessly, took the prescription, picked up the medicine, and headed towards the inpatient department. As she passed by the VIP private passage, she caught a whiff of rose fragrance. She curiously lifted her head, as if she saw a beautiful silhouette flashing by in front of the VIP passage, but didn't see the person clearly. Looking at the dimly lit European-style oil painting on the VIP passage, she took a deep breath and only then realized that this scent was really nice, unlike the strong rose fragrance, but a legendary taste.

  Yahui didn't think much more, but as if carrying this fragrance, she smiled and turned into Ke Xin's ward.

  Ke Xin was sent back to the ward by Ya Hui, and she woke up with tears in her eyes. In her mind, she still saw her mother dragging a trash can and walking into the rain, and tears rolled down again.

  Ya Hui let out a soft sigh, placed the medicine she had brought back on the bedside table, and looked at Ke Xin again with tears in her eyes. She sat down beside her, calling out softly: "Ke Xin..."

  Tang Ke Xin remained silent, continuing to gaze blankly at the pale sky, silently shedding tears.

  Ya Hui saw her good friend like this, and she herself was sad and tearful, only to choke and say: "Just now when you fainted on the street, I met the president..."

  Tang Ke Xin continued to shed tears without saying a word.

  Ya Hui continued to hold back her tears, and said dejectedly: "I... I asked his secretary to ask the president to give us a ride... because you fainted, and I was in such a hurry to find you that I forgot to bring money or my phone, so I had no choice but to ask them... But... I realized that no matter how disfigured your face is, there are still many, many heartless people in this world who don't care about our lives."

  Tang Ke Xin finally turned her pale face, looking at her good friend with heartache.

  Yahui's tears rolled down, and she sobbed again: "At that time, I suddenly missed Uncle Tang very much... He was the best old man, once a five-star hotel, the country's top chef. Such a person would always see others hungry, turn on a small light in the kitchen, stir-fry a hot plate of fried rice for others, or perhaps send a bowl of hot noodles to some beggars, some elderly women who had no one to support them... At that time, Uncle was the most respected, tallest, and coolest uncle in my heart."

  Tang Ke Xin thought of her father and was overcome with grief once again, tears streaming down her face.

  Ya Hui couldn't stop wiping away the tears streaming down her face, and continued to sob: "I don't care if Uncle is already gray-haired, but when I close my eyes, he's still the most handsome, the most kind-hearted uncle... I don't know, in your heart, do you really think that the scar on the left side of his face represents his entire life? If you really think it's that important, then... close your eyes and look at your own heart, will you see a cold, hateful world like those unfeeling people, or will you see the beautiful scenery that once was?"

  Tang Ke Xin suddenly writhed in agony, trembling as she pulled up the snow-white bed sheet to cover her face, hiding alone in that world, sobbing.

  Yahui cried again: "Didn't Uncle tell you? No matter how different the stars and moons are, the beautiful scenery is hidden in our hearts. We can't give up on beauty and courage because of any misfortune in this world! Because that's our own heart! The heart to live on!"

  Tang Ke Xin continued to hide under the quilt, sobbing with a stifled voice.

  Ya Hui's heart ached as she gently held her good friend in her arms, lightly stroking her back, and choked with sobs said: "No matter what happens, don't give up on yourself! How do you know that the path you're on right now won't lead to happiness? The Ke Xin from before, she was beautiful not because of her appearance, but because she was a lovely girl who always had a beautiful heart. Be brave. No matter if your face is ruined, those red wines aged in oak barrels will still only choose the sommeliers who understand them best...

  Tang Ke Xin suddenly burst into tears again, but finally stretched out her hands and hugged her good friend tightly, letting the tears roll down...

  Yes, how do we know that the path we choose will not necessarily lead to happiness? As long as we are full of hope and bravely move forward, we will always live out our own happy way. Sometimes, it's really just a matter of not giving up.

  Yahui felt that Ke Xin had really relaxed, and only then did she smile with relief. She hastily stretched out her hand to wipe away Ke Xin's tears, but just as her fingertips swept across Ke Xin's nose...

  Ke Xin's face suddenly changed, she breathed a little quickly, and her eyes flashed disorderly...

  Ya Hui looked at Ke Xin strangely and asked: "What's wrong with you? Is something uncomfortable?"

  Tang Ke Xin's face turned pale, she swallowed hard, suddenly grabbed Ya Hui's fingertips and put them to her nose, sniffed lightly, then looked up with a hint of terror and unease, stammering: "This scent... so familiar..."