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9. collision

After Meng Qingqing heard this, she felt that the matter was a bit tricky. She obviously had the mind of an adult, but her twelve-year-old body was helpless, so she couldn't make the decision. Although grandma has the right to make decisions, she is a soft-hearted person who has no opinions. Even her father was deceived by Mencius Jian, not to mention grandma, an old lady in the mountain village who has never been to the county town a few times. Jian leads the way. But she also has the right to know about her son's condition. At that time, if his father signed for the operation, Meng Zijian didn't want his father to get better. If he found a reason to shirk his responsibility and didn't want to sign, and he was underage and didn't have the right to sign, would it mean that his father's operation would not be performed?

Meng Qingqing nodded, "Okay! I'll think about it and bring grandma here."

"Does your grandma know about your father's situation now?"

Meng Qingqing shook her head, "I don't know, I only found out yesterday."

"If you have no other relatives to discuss with, you should tell your grandma, how can you bear such a thing as a child. Well, let's do it! If you want your dad to get a kidney transplant, I will report your dad's situation to the above. Report, all the materials are ready, and I will send the materials into the ward for your father to sign."

Meng Qingqing stood up and said, "Thank you, Dr. Ling, for your trouble. I hope you can try your best to help my father find a suitable nurse."

Dr. Ling nodded, "I will. Take care of Dad."

Meng Qingqing stood up and walked out. When she reached the door, she collided with a person who hurried in.

Meng Qingqing was caught off guard, she lost her balance due to the sudden impact, and fell to the ground. The visitor grabbed Meng Qingqing's clothes with sharp eyes and quick hands, and with a "chi la", Meng Qingqing's clothes were torn. The opponent's other hand quickly grabbed Meng Qingqing's arm, and with all his strength, Meng Qingqing was pulled up.

Meng Qingqing met a rebellious face. He looked at the tear at the hem of Meng Qingqing's clothes, then at the tears flickering in Meng Qingqing's big dark eyes, frowned and said: "You hit me, I didn't care about you, and I saved you, but you I am wronged. Okay! How much is this dress, I will accompany you."

Although Meng Qingqing was a little dazzled by being bumped, the tears in her eyes were because of her father's affairs, not because of being aggrieved by being bumped. The other party obviously misunderstood.

"But I think your clothes are street goods, worth ten yuan at most. I'm unlucky, I'll give you twenty yuan." The other party took out twenty yuan from his trouser pocket and handed it to Meng Qingqing.

Meng Qingqing shook her head, "No need, I don't blame you, the clothes have been worn for three years, and they are old and worthless."

Meng Qingqing bowed her head and left.

In the office, Dr. Ling scolded: "Xiaofeng, why do you always walk so frizzy, you hit someone else, and blame others for bumping you."

Ling Yunfeng walked over to the seat where Meng Qingqing was sitting just now, "Dad, you always say that I am not good. I am not good in your eyes anyway. It is said that if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. I I have a deep understanding."

Dr. Ling raised his hand angrily, "You..."

Ling Yunfeng showed no fear, "Look, I haven't seen each other for ten days and half a month. When I meet, I'm either scolding or beating. It's not my stepfather."

Dr. Ling was very angry. Hearing this, he had no choice but to let go, "What are you doing here?"

Ling Yunfeng said cynically: "Didn't you say that I am your debt collector? I am here to collect debts."

"What? No money again? You have to be confident in asking for money! I really thought I owed you!"

Ling Yunfeng picked up a pen on the table and twirled it in his hand, "Of course, before I was a minor, it was your bounden duty to raise me. If you don't spend your money on your son, should you leave it all to you?" Little wife flower?"

"Can't you just talk to me? Are you trying to piss me off? I'm afraid your life won't be so easy if you piss me off.

I think your life is much better now. You are not satisfied with this without worrying about food and clothing. Look at the little girl who went out just now. She is three years younger than you. Her mother passed away earlier, and her only family member is her father. But her father is also lying in the hospital now, dying. At such a young age, she has to take care of her father and worry about her father's illness... You are living in the blessing and don't know the blessing, and you really feel wronged... "

Ling Yunfeng interrupted his father impatiently, "Come on, don't always talk about your patients. You see her as pitiful, but others see me as pitiful! Although I have a healthy father with no worries, but I How many times can I see you throughout the year? How much care and love have you given me? I am almost the same as not having a father."

Doctor Ling slowed down his tone, "Xiaofeng, it's not that Dad doesn't care about you, you see, I'm all urgent patients here, everyone's life is hanging by a thread, I don't care much for you, but you have to understand me .”

"Okay, okay, I understand you, I understand that you, the chief physician, are selfless for the sake of patients, save lives and heal the wounded, do your best, put others first..."

"Okay, okay! Don't talk about it!" Dr. Ling took out a card from his pocket, "You will use this card from now on, and I will send money to it regularly. You are in high school now, and you don't want to go home. It’s fine to live in the school, but don’t cause trouble, study well and get into a good university. Call me if you run out of money, and I’ll send you the money.”

Ling Yunfeng took his father's card and muttered, "If I call you, it's likely I won't be able to get through."

"I turned off my phone during the operation, and if you can't get through, just send a text message."

Over there, Meng Qingqing returned to the ward, Meng Zijun had finished his injection, and the nurse was pulling out his needle.

Meng Qingqing ran over and quickly helped her father press the needle hole in her hand.

Meng Zijun found that his daughter's clothes were torn, "Qingqing, why are the clothes torn?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally broke it just now."

"In the afternoon, I will accompany you to the street to buy some new clothes. I remember that you have worn your clothes for two or three years."

"I brought one from home, so I don't need to buy it again. I have to keep the money for my dad to see a doctor. Dad's illness is more important than anything else."

Mencius patted his daughter's head in relief, "Father's illness needs to be treated, but it doesn't cost you a few clothes. Besides, you also need to have a few clothes to change and wash by yourself. You can't just wear this clothes every day, right?" This place is no better than in the village. If you dress too shabby, you will be looked down upon by others. My daughter, how can you be looked down upon by others? Dad makes money and spends it on you."

Meng Qingqing also agrees that when she transferred from her hometown to study here in her previous life, she was often ridiculed and looked down upon because of her clothes, "Dad, the doctor said that your body can't be tired, and you are tired from shopping. I can go by myself in the afternoon."

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