On the 72nd day after Zhang Heng was hospitalized.
The female doctor flipped through the test report in her hand. She still couldn't believe the numbers on it. Although there were some indicators that were different from normal people, it was because Zhang Heng's body had been exposed to nuclear radiation. The radiation would leave some permanent marks on his body. Other than that, there were other changes that needed to be observed for a long time.
But for now, even with the most cautious scientific attitude, the female doctor had to admit that Zhang Heng was recovering very well. Most of his indicators had returned to normal, and his physical functions were improving every day. He had reached the standard to be discharged from the hospital.
The female doctor nodded to Dima and Mrs. Dima in front of her, "Congratulations. You can go through the discharge procedures now. However, it's best to come here for a checkup every six months. We still have a lot to learn about radiation disease, and there may be some sequelae in the future. So, you can't let your guard down just yet."
The female doctor glanced at Mrs. Dima as she spoke, and the latter's face was full of surprise. If it weren't for the series of things that Mrs. Dima did after Dima was admitted to the sterile ward, she would have looked like a wife who was excited that her husband could be discharged from the hospital safely.
However, for someone like the female doctor who "knew the inside story," she instinctively felt a little uncomfortable when she saw the joy on the receptionist's face.
The receptionist didn't know that she had been blacklisted by the female doctor. At this moment, she was in high spirits. Since Zhang Heng was still alive, it meant that the agreement between the two was still valid. She could continue to work as a translator and language teacher.
She wasn't worried that Zhang Heng would abandon her and study by himself after she lent the dictionary to him. Even if Zhang Heng could understand Russian by studying the dictionary, he wouldn't be able to speak. After all, he still had to rely on her to teach him how to speak.
So the receptionist continued to play the role of a good wife, thanking the female doctor repeatedly.
"You don't have to thank me. There's not much I can do. It was your man who defeated the Grim Reaper with his strong will and amazing physical fitness," the female doctor said calmly. "I hope you can love him as much as your man loves you."
The receptionist was a little confused by the doctor's last words, but she had no intention of explaining herself. She turned around and walked out of the ward. Until Zhang Heng was discharged, she did not tell him what she saw in the corridor. Perhaps being a doctor had made her accustomed to white lies, but she did not know if what she did was right or wrong.
After she left, the receptionist helped Zhang Heng pack up his things while thinking about what the female doctor said.
What does it mean to love your man like he loves you? Wasn't the relationship between her and Heng purely based on money? When did Zhang Heng show his love for her?
To confirm this question, the receptionist deliberately turned her head to look at Zhang Heng, only to find that his expression had not changed.
Could it be that when Zhang Heng was in the sterile ward, he felt like he was going to die, so he unreservedly confessed his love for her to the female doctor? But that did not make sense. To solve the problem of Zhang Heng's inability to speak, she told the female doctor that her man was a mute.
The receptionist couldn't figure it out, so she stuffed the fashion magazines she bought into the suitcase and helped Zhang Heng with the discharge procedures.
When the two walked out of the hospital and came to the street in front of the door, Zhang Heng subconsciously raised his hand to block the glare of the sun. Looking at the busy street in front of him, he could not help but feel like it was a lifetime ago.
For more than seventy days, he had been on the brink of death.
"Where are we going next?" the receptionist asked.
"Back to Pripyat," Zhang Heng said without hesitation. "But there's no hurry. It's rare to come to Kiev, so let's treat it as a vacation. Let's walk around the city first. By the way, do you know where the largest shopping mall in Kiev is? I see you have been looking at the coat in the magazine. "
"Oh, I haven't decided if I want to buy it." The receptionist was a little hesitant. "I like its color and style, but the price … how do I put it … it's a little too expensive."
Although the receptionist had earned her first bucket of gold from Zhang Heng, enough to buy the coat, and the fact that Zhang Heng was discharged from the hospital would bring her a steady stream of income, she had gotten rich overnight. Hence, she had yet to change her view of spending.
"It's okay. Let me give you a ride," Zhang Heng said. "Consider it a reward for your performance in the hospital."
In fact, the main reason was that Zhang Heng had spent most of the money he earned from treating patients and paying the receptionist's salary. He planned to find a few more rich people in the mall and borrow their wallets. After all, he would need a large sum of money to pay for his tuition fees in the future. He had to be prepared in advance to be prepared for any eventualities.
"Really?!" The receptionist was overjoyed. No matter when she bought something with her own money, it would never be as good as something bought with someone else's money. Since Zhang Heng was willing to pay, of course, she wouldn't care about the price anymore. She immediately hugged Zhang Heng's arm happily.
The two took the train back to Pripyat the next afternoon. With the help of the receptionist, Zhang Heng picked out an apartment that wasn't too big but was well-furnished. It would be his place to stay for the next four years. After that, he began to learn foreign languages from the receptionist.
Zhang Heng first learned Russian because Russian was also the official lingua franca of SL. After learning Russian, he could basically communicate with people wherever he went. So, Zhang Heng spent about half a year focusing on language learning. During this half a year, he ate and lived with the receptionist, forcing himself to practice Russian to a level where he could communicate fluently with others on a daily basis.
The receptionist also helped him correct some minor problems with his intonation, making his pronunciation sound more standard, almost on par with a Russian. Coupled with his current skin color, Zhang Heng could finally blend in perfectly with this quest.
And this also allowed him to carry out his next plan.
"What? Are you really going to work at the nuclear power plant? "The receptionist was surprised when she heard about Zhang Heng's next step.
"Well, I want to truly understand Chernobyl, not just from the news or interviews with the people involved. I also want to fully understand its design and operation," Zhang Heng said calmly. The receptionist couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
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