Billion to One

Things We Can Accept

Zhào Yúnlán stood, "Of course! I am looking forward to another history lesson."

Chéng Xīnyán chuckles as the nurse guides Zhào Yúnlán through the door.

"Nurse, excuse me. You seem to have such a gentle disposition; I thought that perhaps you could help me. Are you single?" Zhào Yúnlán asks bluntly.

"Zhào juzheng, you aren't going to tell me about the house you bought for your fiancé again are you?" the nurse asks, words kissed with a hint of vinegar.

"Oh, have I mentioned it before, eh? No matter, I was actually going to ask about house warming gifts. I am looking for something romantic. What do you know of poetry?"

"Hmm," the nurse thinks a moment, "Have you heard of the English poet Shakespeare? I think you'd like him, he was known to be quite shameless."

"Shameless, really?" mused Zhào Yúnlán.

'Shameless, indeed!' thinks Chéng Xīnyán as she closes the door.

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Chéng Xīnyán is saying goodbye to her last consult when her phone pings. She opens her messages.

"Running late, arriving in an hour. - X"

Typing a quick affirmative, Chéng Xīnyán decides to forego her usual tasks of answering emails and heads toward the family waiting room.

Chéng Xīnyán finds Zhào Yúnlán sprawled comfortably across the couch.

His socked feet propped on the table as he chats with Da Qing. They are having what seems to be a serious exchange when Da Qing begins smacking himself in the head.

Zhào Yúnlán explains the headaches and memory loss at the doctor's inquiry while she begins to assess Da Qing's condition. She places her fingers on his wrist and recoils from the heat of his skin. He was not visibly perspiring but his temperature was at least several degrees higher than it should be.

"Da Qing xiansheng, you seem to be running a slight fever but not sweating. Your pulse and respiration are elevated. Have you ever had an anxiety attack?" Da Qing shakes his head. "Let's go back to my office to rest a bit, okay?" After some coercion, Da Qing agrees and Zhào Yúnlán decides to excuse himself.

"Chéng yisheng, I will leave this little foolish thing to you," Zhào Yúnlán said.

"That's fine. But I will tell you now, I am only a neurologist."

"Shěn Wēi believes in you, I believe in you," Zhào Yúnlán states firmly.

Chéng Xīnyán smiles, knowing they had come to an understanding.

"Shěn Wēi has not returned, how will you get home?"

Zhào Yúnlán replies confidently, "I can get home myself."

"With your eyes like that, are you sure?"

"My dear Chéng yisheng, the real path? Cannot be seen with the eyes." Zhào Yúnlán puts on his shades. "I'll head out, first."

'Zhào Yúnlán-a, Zhào Yúnlán,' Chéng Xīnyán muses, ' Every path leads somewhere. Who are we to say what the real path is and what is not? Isn't the one to Hell paved with good intentions?'

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Chéng Xīnyán is engrossed in paperwork regarding Da Qing's follow up when there is a knock at the door. "Come in," she says without immediately looking up. If she had, she would have seen the brief look of panic that flashed across the man's face.

"A'Yan?" Shěn Wēi inquires.

"Wei ge, you're here," her smile falters slightly. "Why are you here? I thought you would be headed home"

"I finished early and came to escort Zhào Yúnlán home." The polite and almost shy smile Shěn Wēi was known for was absent from his lips.

With Chéng Xīnyán, that mask was not needed.

"Really?" she cocks an eyebrow. Shěn Wēi's neckline tinges pink.

"Yes, back to his apartment so he can rest," Shěn Wēi recovers.

Chéng Xīnyán nods as a knowing smirk plays at the corners of her lips. "I understand, but he has already gone ahead." Shěn Wēi's body visibly stiffens.

"I saw Da Qing leaving on my way in, he was alone." Frost crystals were forming on the edge of his words.

"Zhào Yúnlán left a couple of hours ago. I thought that perhaps he would want to wait for you but he said that he would be able to find his way on his own..."

"On his own?" Shěn Wēi asked, not sure if he heard correctly. "You let him leave on his OWN?"

Chéng Xīnyán could feel the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. "Wēi ge..."

"Why would you let him leave on his own? He cannot see and I left him in your care."

"Zhào Yúnlán is resourceful. He is not helpless and he sees more than you real..."

"Unacceptable!" Shěn Wēi turns to leave but hesitates with his hand on the handle. His eyes are closed and when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper "If anything..."

Chéng Xīnyán begins to circle the desk. Shěn Wēi's back straightens and his next words stop her cold.

"I will not accept your apology." With that, he was gone.

Chéng Xīnyán exhales shakily. Her breath is visible in the frigid air. She stares after the closed door.

"Shěn Wēi'a, Shěn Wēi, you never do."

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A/N: 

Dàjiā hǎo! 

I think that I am back at it. Hopefully with a better understanding of how good story telling works.  I will be making grammatical edits for the previous chapters but not changing anything that will disrupt continuity. Thank you for you patience... Lurve you all bunches and bunches!

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