Chapter Four

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The smell of disinfectant poured in from his nose and mouth. Qi Ji covered his lips and coughed.

In the white and bright hospital hall, his vision was gradually occupied by the gray and black.

"Don't move, ah, the needle is about to be pulled."

The nurse's voice sounded beside her, and the back of her hand felt the touch of the skin directly touching her, making it even more unbearable.

Qi Ji bit his lip and suppressed it. The trembling of his body and the feeling of vomiting that rushed to his throat, until he clearly felt that the infusion needle was withdrawn from the skin, he coughed twice, and raised his eyes to look at the nurse who pulled out the needle.

"Excuse me, thank you."

He just coughed up tears, his eyelashes were still wet like butterfly wings, and with that pale and delicate face that was slightly sickly, he looked up from the bottom up, no one could be calm under such stares. Wait for it.

The young nurse was stunned for two seconds before she remembered and replied, "It's alright."

She put away the empty infusion bottle, and out of the corner of her eye she could catch a glimpse of the boy's pale and graceful profile.

"You're the patient with a moderate concussion, right? It's best to observe it for a while and make sure it's all right before going back."

"By the way, remember not to exercise vigorously during this time, do not stand or sit suddenly, and do not have too many mood swings. If you are still very dizzy after two or three days, it is best to come and check..."

The nurse who was eager to warn was not called away until there were other patients next to him who wanted to change the bottle.

Qi Ji closed his eyes, the dark vision under his eyelids was illuminated blood red by the indoor lights.

It is exactly the same as the scene under the hot dome light in the boxing ring yesterday.

His memory has always been astounding, but at this moment, this long-term envy of others has ruthlessly become a ruthless accomplice, dragging Qi Ji back to the scene that was truly restored.

In the blood in front of him, there appeared the shaking opponent and the afterimage of the fist attacking head on. The surrounding heat was like a steaming cage, and he was slammed upside down on the cramped boxing ring. Outside the cage, there were shouts and roars that were enough to overturn the ceiling, and the fanatical faces all over the audience.

They yelled and roared, expecting their fists to flow into flesh and blood. Those shouts and tsunamis instantly engulfed the thin figure on the high boxing ring.

"...Classmate, classmate? Are you okay? Wake up!"

The distant calling barely pulled Qi Ji back to reality. He opened his eyes and saw the nurse standing in front of him just now.

"Are you having a headache again?" the nurse asked with concern.

Qi Ji let out a low cough, frowning to resist the dizziness caused by the cough, and he said hoarsely, "No."

"Be careful yourself," the nurse said. "If there's nothing wrong, go to the window over there and pay the fee."

She added another sentence: "When there are more people, there will be a queue."

"Okay, thank you."

After thanking the nurse, Qi sent it to the lobby window to pay the fee and received a long receipt.

The ambulance is 275 yuan, the registration fee is 10 yuan, and the medical fee (including oxygen pack) is 173.76 yuan.

In addition, the incident happened suddenly, Qi Ji was sent from the subway station, and even the medical records were newly bought, and the cost was 1.5 yuan.

For more than two years, Qi Ji has not liked the hospital very much. After the finals last night, he knew that his head was injured, but he only let the doctor in the museum take a look and went back. If it wasn't because he was sent by the good-hearted people on the subway this morning, Qi Ji would not even have the will to check the disease. .

He also doesn't have enough money left.

The final diagnosis came out. In addition to a moderate concussion, there were also anemia, hypoglycemia, and moderate malnutrition. The doctor directly prescribed two bottles of 45 yuan of glucose.

In addition, there are also the cost of the needle tube, the cost of taking the CT image of the brain, and the taxi fare for the kind person who sent him back to the work unit... all these bits and pieces add up——

A total of six hundred and thirty-seven yuan and twenty-six cents.

Qi Ji stared at the receipt with blue letters on a white background. He directly calculated the sum of the expenses in seconds from the dizziness of the concussion, but because of this number, he really felt the pain in the back of his head getting worse.

If it weren't for the bonus he won last night and the extra expenses today, Qi Ji might not even be able to pay Qi Mingyu's food expenses this month.

fortunately……

Qi Ji rubbed his forehead, the prize money in the final was quite considerable, and this time he was able to endure the debt for the next period of time.

With this buffer, the expenses for a period of time in the future can be supported by the internship salary, and several commercial design drafts made by Qi Ji before have also reached the day of publishing fees.

Finally, there is no need to do high-risk part-time jobs like boxing anymore.

Qi Ji stuffed the receipt back into his backpack, and the cotton ball on the back of his hand was accidentally rubbed a little. He coagulated very slowly, so he couldn't directly discard the hemostatic cotton, so he stretched out his hand and reattached the tape holding the cotton ball.

As soon as he raised his hand, the bracelet on his right wrist slid down the wrist bone and fell into the middle of his forearm.

It was a dark hand-knitted bracelet, which had been worn by Qi Ji for many years, and had accumulated the luster of the years. It's just that the adjustment range of the bracelet is limited. The bracelet that has always been suitable has been tightened to the innermost part, but now it can only hang loosely on his wrist.

Qi Ji put the tape on, and glanced at the back of his hand again. The skin under the cotton ball was blue, which at first glance was a bit intimidating. In addition, the nurse pressed the back of his hand when the needle was just pulled out, and now there is a reddish fingerprint next to the bruise.

Looking at the fingerprint, Qi Ji couldn't help frowning.

Although his skin is naturally sensitive, and it would be red and swollen if he accidentally touched it before, but it has never been as uncomfortable as it is now.

Qi Ji looked up at the department sign hanging in the hall. Now that he has arrived at the hospital, why not drop by the dermatology department to see if there is any problem.

Otherwise, he himself would not come to the hospital on his own initiative.

He was about to walk towards the stairs when the phone in his palm rang.

Ringo's name flashed on the screen.

Qi Ji picked up the phone: "Hello, Brother Lin?"

"Hey, Xiao Qi, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm fine, please worry about it." Qi Ji said as he walked, "I'll be back at the office next time, and I should be at the company at noon."

Surprised over the phone: "You're discharged from the hospital? No... Are you all right? Why are you in such a hurry to come back?"

Qi Ji snorted: "I wasn't hospitalized, so I took a bottle, it's fine."

"Don't be brave, your body is the capital of your work!"

"I know, thank you Brother Lin."

Qi Jii thought that Brother Lin was just calling to ask about the situation, and he was about to hang up after talking about it, but was stopped by the other party.

"That... Xiao Qi, there is something else I want to tell you."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The other side hesitated for a while before saying, "It's this morning, just... You know, the new president, Mr. Pei, just came, and he came down to inspect after the meeting today..."

Qi Ji had an ominous premonition.

"Hey, it wasn't supposed to be our turn originally. The senior supervisor took him to the region. But for some reason, President Pei came to Group D, and when he came in, he happened to see your workstation... The manager also did it. Explanation, but they were not happy when they saw the vacancy, and they didn’t listen to the explanation, so they just counted as absenteeism…”

"..."

Qi Ji was about to step up to the second floor for a while.

"...Xiao Qi?"

"okay, I get it."

Qi Ji turned around, and stopped walking upstairs to the dermatology department, and walked directly downstairs.

His tone was still gentle and polite, and there was nothing unusual about him.

"Thank you Brother Lin for letting me know."

After a few more chats, when the phone hung up, Qi Ji grabbed the handrail and stopped.

He coughed twice, unable to stop, and finally coughed until his eyes were darkened and his waist bent down.

Unexcused absence from work will result in one deduction and three penalties.

Six thousand a month, there are twenty-six working days in September, deducting four days of internship wages.

A total of nine hundred and twenty-three yuan and eighteen cents.

Qi Ji leaned softly against the armrest, and the face of the man he had seen yesterday appeared before his dark shadows.

The fear of yesterday was swept away, replaced by a bright red cross that was enlarged and bolded.

[President Pei] → Blacklist.

Qi Ji didn't go to the dermatology department in the end, and went back to the company directly.

Even if the money is deducted as absenteeism, the tasks that should be done must be completed. The only good thing is that this unpredictable disaster did not affect the progress of Qi Ji's transfer to the design team.

Despite this, Qi Ji's impression of President Pei still fell to a negative number.

Personnel transfers are normal in Yuntu. Before leaving the operation team, colleagues went to the private room of the company restaurant and had a farewell meal with Qi Ji. Three days later, Qi Ji went to the design department.

The work he does in the design department is obviously more suitable for him than in the operations group. Qi Ji has been good at drawing since he was a child. He was born with five sensitive senses. I don't know how many people have been amazed by his color sense.

Before university, Qi Ji was mostly involved in graphic visual design. It was not until he studied software engineering that he slowly began to get in touch with UX and UI design, and the scope of business drafts he received gradually became wider.

However, regardless of the level of self-study, the experience that work can give is still unparalleled, so in the next few weeks, although Qi Ji is busy, it is very fulfilling.

After transferring to the design department, Qi Ji also often eats with two seniors, Xue. Sister. Senior Li Anbei works in the propaganda department and is in charge of post-production. He has a lot of experience in design and his own unique insights. As early as when he was studying at F University, he opened an independent studio. Qi Ji will chat with him from time to time, and he can always gain a lot.

——If the other party is not so interested in gossip, it will be better.

During the period of internship, Qi Ji not only learned about the number of users of the gay dating software in the various departments of F University, the straight and curved distribution ecology of active users in the gym near the company, but also knew a lot of hidden gays in the entertainment industry. .

Unfortunately, these days, the target of Li An Beixin's attention is the new president who Qi Ji has a negative impression on.

He didn't directly certify the new president as gay, but it was precisely because he was not as sensitive and direct as before that Li Anbei was more interested in the new president.

Li Anbei's original words were - "This one is very straight at first glance, but I always have the feeling that I can't say it."

"Because you regard him as the ideal model of Prince Charming, so you deceive yourself?" - This is Chen Zixuan's reply.

Li Anbei has long been accustomed to Chen Zixuan's dismantling, and his enthusiasm for the new president has not diminished. So, within a few meals, Qi Ji was familiar with a lot of this President Pei's gossip.

Including President Pei's deep background, willful airborne, uncertain mood... and he has actually been discharged from the army for more than a year, but no one knows what he did in the year before he was airborne to the company.

In fact, it's not just Li Anbei, since Pei Yusheng was airborne to the position of president, the company's discussions about him have never subsided.

The news of retired special forces has spread, and it has been revealed that this family seems to have an extremely strong background, and even the army was sent in by Gasai.

The gossip spread more and more widely, and everyone couldn't help joking, saying that rich people have a lot of room for trial and error. If they want to be a soldier, they can go to the special forces.

This kind of gossip is actually inseparable from the new president himself. The fact is that, except for the first few days, the new president has been in the dark for a long time, and he has not seen anyone all day long. The company's affairs are still under the responsibility of vice president Zhang Fu, and the previous month when the position of president was vacant. There is simply no difference.

With the attitude of the new president, it is no wonder that rumors are spreading in the company, and various rumors are emerging one after another.

But no matter what Li Anbei said or what other colleagues said, Qi Ji only ignored them. Originally, what the president did had nothing to do with him, not to mention that this person had deducted his money.

As for the strangeness of the first meeting, Qi Ji was preparing for the boxing final, and he only attributed the instinctual vigilance and perceived threat to his own nervousness.

Qi Ji is very busy. In addition to the work in the new department, he has to be busy with his own accounts.

The debt company has made the calculation of interest extremely complicated. No matter how you look at it, the amount of calculation is huge. Qi Ji simply compiled a simple algorithm himself to check the best plan and time limit for repaying the debt.

Qi Mingyu was in the third year of high school and couldn't help in paying off his debts, and he was spending money himself. Qi Ji had been earning money by selling design drafts before her internship, and it took two years. But the debt company's time limit was too tight, and as a last resort, Qi Jicai went to the boxing ring under their guidance and won a few bonuses by the competition.

Although the experience in the boxing ring was not that wonderful, these bonuses did relieve Qi Ji's urgent needs and relieved him of a lot of burdens in the future.

After the final prize was received, Qi Ji calculated it by himself, and he would not have to worry about repayment for at least four months.

These four months were enough for him to save Qi Mingyu the money he needed for his third year of high school, and the messy part-time jobs that he used to do were not needed for the time being. Qi Ji is a senior this year. Although he has come out for an internship for a summer vacation, he has not graduated yet. Without those part-time jobs, he finally has time to do his final project.

The calculation was exciting, so Qi Ji didn't use any algorithm at all, he just did the math in his head. By the way, he simply swiped on the paper twice with a pen to write out an amount and circled it.

This is how much he can save for the next four months.

It's just that just after the numbers were written, Qi Ji suddenly received a call.

The call was from Qi Mingyu's head teacher, the old man surnamed Yang. Qi Ji had just saved his number a few days ago.

The head teacher is a middle-aged man who has been teaching for more than 20 years.

"You are Qi Mingyu's parent, right?"

"Yes, hello Teacher Yang."

Qi Ji didn't expect the other party to call, and thought it was because the teacher called the parents last time.

But the head teacher did not mention what happened a few days ago, but said directly: "Let me ask, are Mingyu's parents here?"

Qi Ji tightened his fingers on the pen, and his tone was still the same: "I'm sorry, Teacher Yang, can you tell me anything?"

"Parents are inconvenient?" The tone over there was slightly solemn, and he seemed to be dissatisfied with such parents who didn't pay attention to them in the third year of high school, but he still asked, "You are Qi Mingyu's brother, right? Can you be responsible for making decisions?"

Qi Ji lowered his eyes and stared at the tip of the pen unconsciously: "I can."

"Okay, I'll tell you." The head teacher cleared his throat, "That's it, Mingyu has been participating in the school's Olympic Games since he was in high school, and his grades are also very good. Some time ago, he was in the Mathematical Olympiad. He passed two rounds of selection in the training camp and successfully entered the national team, he should have told you about this, right?"

Qi Ji pursed her lips and replied in a low voice, "Yeah."

He didn't know, Qi Mingyu didn't tell him. The previous two months were when Qi Ji started his internship, and he had a lot of part-time jobs. Sometimes he couldn't go home for three or four days, so he had to rush back to Yuntu after the night shift to change his clothes.

He didn't notice it, and continued to talk eloquently: "The qualifications for this national team are very valuable. These are the top students selected from the national selection. Not to mention our No. 1 Middle School, the entire S city has also been selected for four this year. ."

"The most important thing is that these selected students will be able to represent their country in the International Mathematical Olympiad next month, which is the IMO. This competition is held in Mar del Plata, Argentina this year. It is one of the international mathematics competitions for middle school students. The specifications and the gold content are all very high. Any ranking won is not just a personal reputation, it is a blessing to the country.”

"Ming Yu, he has always been one of the key targets of our school. There is no need to boast about his achievements and honors. Our parents know it well. This opportunity is very rare. It was a good time for him to show his talents. But …”

Qi Ji listened, answering from time to time, and when he heard this "but", he knew it, the latter was the point.

"But Mingyu him," the head teacher said in a more euphemistic way, "this kid may have more ideas of his own. Look, the game starts next month, but he has never signed an agreement to go abroad to play. Now the team has seven Personally, Mingyu didn't sign the agreement. He couldn't be urged, and finally he said that he didn't want to go, and he wanted to give his qualifications to others... Tell me, how can you not go for such a good opportunity? ,what?"

"What is the key? We still have time to do this ideological work, but now the online payment channel of IMO will be closed. If Mingyu does not pay the registration fee, he will miss this competition completely."

Hearing the three words "registration fee", Qi Ji's pen uncontrollably swiped forward, and the number circled in a perfect circle on the paper was just cut from the center by a scratch.

The head teacher finally said: "That's why our school thought about asking the parents what happened to Mingyu this time?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher Yang, for causing you trouble."

Qi Ji tore off the piece of paper and squeezed it into his palm, pinching it tightly into a ball.

"When will this payment channel close? I'll pay it now."