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Yun stood up, intending to leave, her gaze lowered and her hands tucked into her pockets to minimize her presence. However, as she passed by a few people, Jiang Yuan looked up and exclaimed, "Sister Yun?"
Everyone turned their attention toward him due to his voice, except for Jiang Shiyu, who remained calmly seated with his back to Yun. The others wore expressions of surprise, wondering if Jiang Yuan's altitude sickness had caused him to see things.
Jiang Yuan stood up, looking lively and showing no signs of discomfort. He approached Yun and took a closer look, genuinely surprised to see her there. "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you in Lhasa; this is quite a fate."
Yun forced a smile and replied, "It's quite a coincidence. I'm going to rest now; you all enjoy yourselves." With that, she left without hesitation.
Jiang Yuan didn’t try to keep her from leaving; he had come here for Hao Hao to rest. Otherwise, the altitude sickness would only worsen later on. The others followed Yun with their eyes as she departed.
They chatted among themselves, and the discomfort they had just felt seemed to dissipate. Huang Min, who was visiting Tibet for the first time, felt unwell after getting off the plane and had even experienced a nosebleed earlier; she also decided to leave.
Before long, everyone retreated to their respective rooms to rest. In the afternoon, Yun went out for a meal. Having researched beforehand, she tried some sweet tea and had Zang Mian. However, she had little appetite and didn’t eat much.
As evening approached, her altitude sickness worsened. She chose not to go out since it was dark in Tibet for a long time. Lying in bed, she drifted in and out of sleep. Her head spun, her chest felt heavy and uncomfortable, and her breathing became labored. She sat up against the wall, feeling as if she might vomit the Zang Mian she had eaten.
Lacking the strength to run to the bathroom, she placed a trash can by her bed and clung to it as she began to vomit violently until her stomach was empty.
After taking some medicine and trying to rest, her phone rang; it was Shu Ran calling. She answered with a pale face that showed her exhaustion.
"Hao Hao, is your altitude sickness severe? You should go to the hospital if it's serious."
She felt nauseous, as if she might throw up.
"Call the hotel and have them take you to the hospital if it gets serious," someone advised.
"Don't worry!" she replied, her voice strained as if speaking took all her energy.
Shu Ran decided not to bother her any longer and quickly hung up after giving a few reminders.
In the middle of the night, Yun felt like she couldn't breathe; her vision began to blur, and she started to bleed from her nose. Grabbing an oxygen bag, she hurriedly called the hotel.
The hotel staff were well-trained in handling guests with severe High Altitude Sickness. They immediately sent a male and a female staff member to assist her.
Yun struggled to put on her down jacket, opened the door, and leaned against it while clutching the oxygen bag, waiting for help. The hallway was bustling with noise; she squinted at the blurry figures approaching, thinking they were the staff coming to help her.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed one of their clothes. A large hand grasped her forearm firmly.
Jiang Yuan was being dragged out by the staff behind him, still complaining, "Brother, my head hurts so much!"
Jiang Shiyu frowned and pulled Yun into his embrace as the staff approached them. "Sir, do you know each other?" they asked.
"Yes," he replied.
They took her downstairs; the hospital was nearby, just a few minutes by car. Luckily, it was off-season for tourism; otherwise, there wouldn't be enough beds in the hospital.
After a nap, Yun woke up feeling much better. Looking around the room, it resembled a hospital ward. When a nurse came in and saw that she was awake, she said, "You're awake! You can be discharged soon. Just remember to rest well and avoid strenuous activities for a while to let your body adjust. Also, keep your diet light and drink plenty of water. Usually, after three days here, your body will adapt."
"Okay, thank you," Yun replied as she packed her things while reflecting on what had happened yesterday. She remembered seeing a staff member who looked remarkably like Jiang Shiyu. At that moment, she had squinted her eyes; her consciousness was hazy.
She hadn't seen clearly; it must have been just a similar figure.
When settling her discharge payment, the nurse informed her that the fees had already been covered. After leaving the hospital, Yun went to inquire at the hotel front desk.
The receptionist mentioned that it was her friend who took her to the hospital yesterday.
Yun Qian smiled in gratitude and then headed upstairs. She opened the door to her room and glanced back at the long corridor before shifting her gaze inside.
In the afternoon, Yun visited Barkhor Temple, where devoted worshippers prayed earnestly. Tourists, captivated by their sincerity, found themselves momentarily frozen in awe.
The magnificent architecture bore years of history, with a structure that was quite different from ordinary temples, showcasing some of the earliest timber construction. Murals, statues of Buddha, scriptures, and Tibetan texts were captured by Yun as she took photos with her camera.
Turning her head, she instantly locked eyes with Jiang Shiyu, who was across the corridor.
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