PPS Chapter 8
by VolareChapter 8 “Treat the Ears First, the Ears are More Important”
[I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow. Are you almost out of medicine? How did you get it before? Don’t you need regular check-ups?]
“My mother always got it for me directly,” Chu Zhaoyi said, finding a vase for the vibrant red rose and poking its leaves.
[No check-ups for so long?]
“I don’t know,” Chu Zhaoyi said, his face full of confusion. “Isn’t that right? It’s always been like this.”
[I’ll take you for a check-up tomorrow to see what level that doctor is at. If he’s not good, we’ll change to a good one.]
“Okay.”
“What level is that quack doctor at? Your condition looks pretty good to me, but he can’t cure it after all this time. And no regular check-ups, eating the same medicine for three years??? I’m speechless.” Gu Yusen, not wanting Chu Zhaoyi to hear, couldn’t hold it in. Relying on Chu Zhaoyi being a “little deafie,” he spoke loudly.
“What are you saying? What are you saying, Brother Sanmu?” Chu Zhaoyi asked, hugging the vase and leaning closer.
[Nothing! Are you going to cut your hair? Is it convenient this long? Do you art students all like it this long?]
“Doesn’t it look good? Father said it looks good this way,” he said, tugging at his hair, which was indeed very long.
Hearing this, Gu Yusen felt something was strange. Was Chu’s father so open-minded? Although they talked about freedom of image, few fathers could accept their sons with long hair.
Moreover, Chu Zhaoyi was so delicate and beautiful that long hair made him look like a little girl.
[It’s not neat. Are you going to cut it?]
“What kind does Brother Sanmu like?” Chu Zhaoyi moved closer to Gu Yusen, tilting his head back, his long hair sliding off his shoulders with the movement.
“Hiss.”
Gu Yusen pushed Chu Zhaoyi’s face away. “Just talk, don’t get so close.”
His ear tips were blood-red, damn it, how could someone with extreme “face-control” stand such a critical hit?
[What’s the situation with your ears? When did you become a “little deafie?” Wasn’t it congenital?]
“Not a ‘little deafie’!” Chu Zhaoyi retorted loudly, angrily.
[Okay, okay, my mistake.]
“It was three years ago. I had a very high fever, and then I couldn’t hear,” Chu Zhaoyi protested loudly. He had only been unable to hear for three years!
So he wasn’t a “little deafie”!
[It wasn’t congenital, so we can try to treat it. Can’t you even use a hearing aid?]
“I don’t know.”
[Your parents didn’t take you to ask?]
“Forgot,” Chu Zhaoyi said vaguely, biting into the apple that the housekeeper had just brought over.
“How does that feel so irresponsible?”
[Call me “good brother,” and brother will take you to see your ears tomorrow.] Gu Yusen patted the child’s head.
“Good brother~” Chu Zhaoyi was very obedient, doing whatever he was told.
Gu Yusen shot himself in the foot, feeling the strangeness coming from his body, and backed away awkwardly.
Could he be a beast…?
That wouldn’t do.
Chu Zhaoyi looked at his movements strangely, still chewing on the apple, and said unclearly, “Wha’s wong, Bwother Sanmu?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll contact a doctor for you. We’ll see a psychologist first tomorrow,” Gu Yusen coughed lightly, speaking after having finished his sentence, meeting Chu Zhaoyi’s puzzled eyes.
“I’m so speechless. You can’t hear, so you can just relax, just open your mouth and say it. I have to keep typing.”
“Treat the ears first, treat the ears first, the ears are more important,”
Gu Yusen muttered.
“What are you saying, Brother Sanmu!” Chu Zhaoyi protested super loudly. The expression on Gu Yusen’s face didn’t look like anything good. He always took advantage of the fact that he couldn’t hear to ramble.
Gu Yusen touched his ears. “Hiss,” it hurt from being shaken. This child’s ears didn’t work well, but his voice did.
[Said you’re a pig.]