48 Hours a Day

Seventy-second day after Zhang Heng was admitted to the hospital.

The female doctor flipped through the test report in her hand and still couldn’t believe the numbers above. Although there are some indicators that are different from normal people, this is because Zhang Heng’s body has experienced nuclear radiation after all. There are some permanent marks left on his body. Besides, there are other changes that need a longer time to observe.

But for now, even from the most cautious scientific attitude, female doctors have to admit that Zhang Heng is really recovering very well, most of the indicators have returned to normal levels, and the physical functions are basically improving every day and have reached the level. Standards for discharge.

The female doctor nodded to Dima and Mrs. Dima in front of him, "Congratulations, you can go through the discharge procedures, but it is best to check here every six months. We still have a lot of things that have not been studied clearly for radiation sickness. There may be some sequelae, so we can't let our guard down."

The female doctor looked at Mrs. Dima while talking. The latter's face was full of surprises. If it weren't for the series of things that Mrs. Dima did after Dima was admitted to the sterile ward, the female doctor was big. Surprisingly, she now looks like a wife who is excited about her husband being able to leave the hospital safely.

However, for a female doctor who "knows the truth", seeing the joy on the face of the receptionist, she instinctively feels a little uncomfortable.

The receptionist didn’t know that she had been blackmailed by the female doctor. At this moment, it’s a happy event. Zhang Heng is still alive, which means that the agreement between the two is still valid. Her translation and The work of the language teacher can continue.

She didn't worry about lending the dictionary to Zhang Heng and the latter would just leave her to learn by herself, because even if Zhang Heng could understand Russian by chewing on the dictionary, she would not be able to speak. She would still rely on her to teach oral English.

So the receptionist also continued to work hard to play the role of her good wife, thanking the female doctor again and again.

"You don't need to thank me. I can't actually do much. It is your man himself who defeated the god of death with his strong will and amazing physical quality," the female doctor said lightly, "I hope you can also love you like your man loves you. Love him."

The receptionist was a little confused by the last words left by the female doctor, but the female doctor had nothing to explain. She turned and walked out of the ward until Zhang Heng was discharged. She did not look at herself in the corridor. What happened told Zhang Heng that perhaps being a doctor also made her accustomed to white lies, but the female doctor didn't know whether she was doing right or wrong.

And when she left, the receptionist was still thinking about what the female doctor said while helping Zhang Heng pack his things.

What does it mean to love him like your man loves you?Isn't the relationship between her and Zhang Heng purely money-employed?When did Zhang Heng show his love for her?

In order to confirm this problem, the receptionist also turned her head and looked at Zhang Heng on the side, and found that Zhang Heng's expression remained the same as before.

Could it be that Zhang Heng felt that he was about to die when he was in the sterile ward before, so he unreservedly confided the love for her buried in his heart to the female doctor?But it's not right. When she was admitted to the hospital, she had already told the female doctor that her man was dumb in order to solve the problem that Zhang Heng couldn't speak.

The receptionist couldn't figure out this problem after thinking about it. She stuffed the fashion magazine she bought before in her suitcase, and then helped Zhang Heng go through the discharge procedures.

When the two walked out of the hospital door and came to the street in front of the door, Zhang Heng subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.Looking at the busy streets in front of him, he couldn't help feeling like a world away.

In the past seventy days, he has swayed in front of the ghost gate.

"Where shall we go next?" the waiter asked.

"Go back to Pripyat," Zhang Heng said without hesitation, "but don't worry, it's rare to come to Kiev, just treat it as a tourist. Take a tour in this city first. By the way, you know the biggest in Kiev. Where is the mall? I think you have been reading that coat in the magazine."

"Oh, I haven't decided whether or not to buy it yet." The receptionist said a little entangled, "I like its color and style very much, but in terms of price, how should I say... it's still a bit too expensive."

Although the hostess has now earned the first pot of gold from Zhang Heng, enough to buy the coat, and the latter was discharged from the hospital smoothly, and it can bring her a steady stream of considerable income, but she is getting rich overnight. The concept of consumption has not been able to turn around.

"It's okay, I'll see you off." Zhang Heng said, "It's a reward for your performance in the hospital during this period."

In fact, the main reason is that Zhang Heng’s medical treatment and the salary of the waiter’s lady have already consumed the money he got before. Zhang Heng is planning to find a few more big dogs in the mall and borrow their wallets. One use, after all, the later teaching costs also cost a lot of money, so you can prepare well in advance.

"Really?!" The receptionist was overjoyed. No matter when she paid for something, it was definitely not as good as others. Since Zhang Heng is willing to pay, of course she will not worry about the price. After hearing this, he immediately hugged Zhang Heng's arm with joy.

The two returned to Pripyat by train in the afternoon of the next day. With the help of the receptionist, Zhang Heng chose an apartment that was not too big, but fully furnished with everything for the future. I stayed here for four years, and then I started learning foreign languages ​​behind the receptionist behind closed doors.

Zhang Heng first learned Russian. Because Russian is also the official lingua franca of sl, he can basically communicate with people wherever he learns. So Zhang Heng spent about half a year focusing on language learning. In the past half year, he had board and lodging and hospitality. Together, Ms. Yuan has practised her Russian abruptly, reaching a level where she can communicate fluently with others.

The hostess helped him correct some minor problems in tonalities, and made his pronunciation sound more standard, almost on par with the Russians. Coupled with his current skin color, Zhang Heng can finally blend into this perfectly. In the second copy.

And this also allowed him to make the next plan.

"What? Are you really going to work in the nuclear power plant?" The receptionist was surprised when she heard someone's next plan.

"Well, I want to really understand Chernobyl, not only from future news or interviews with the parties, but I also need to fully understand its design and operation." Zhang Heng said lightly as the receptionist. Miss has something incomprehensible.