Rebirth and Counterattack: The True Daughter Doesn’t Want to Inherit the Family Property Rebirth and

After walking around the Zhao family's mansion, Xia Qing's state of mind did not change much.

The most important thing in her heart was still Fang Lan's operation the next day.

After dinner, Lu Kwen and Qi Xuan came to the ward together, glanced at the middle-aged female nurse standing next to him with a smile, nodded and said hello, and then looked at Xia Qing.

"Xia Qing, the operation is at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, do you want to go back to school first to rest?"

Zhao Liuwen invited a well-known capable nurse in the hospital, and he has always had a good reputation for taking care of patients.

Xia Qing shook her head in silence.

Her mother's surgery is imminent, and now if she is not on the side, she will lose sleep when she returns to school.

Since the Zhao family bore Fang Lan's medical expenses, the ward was also replaced with a single room, and the space in the ward was larger, and it was much more convenient to accompany him.

Lu Kwen and Qi Xuan did not force too much, and then left.

The nurse who stayed on the side was very perceptive, she saw that Xia Qing was dressed ordinarily, but her mother could live in a single ward, and the person who came to her had also explained in advance that she had to do her best.

"You just take care of the patient, I will double the cost for you!"

She usually takes care of patients at most three hundred a day, while taking care of Fang Lan earns five hundred a day, and there are not many people in the entire Province C Province who are so generous.

This seems that the mother and daughter from poor families should have unusual identities.

"Little girl, you sleep on the sofa for a while, I'll watch at night, don't worry."

Xia Qing looked at the middle-aged female nurse, after returning to the hospital from the Zhao family mansion in the afternoon, the female nurse was doing the massage of Fang Lan's body, with skillful and neat techniques, and also paid attention to hygiene.

"Aunt Ding, thank you."

The female nurse quickly waved her hand and smiled: "Girl, I also have to be worthy of this salary you give, you don't need to thank me, this is my job." The

frankness of the female nurse Sister Ding made Xia Qing remember it seriously.

Xia Qingwo was half-dreaming and half-awake on the sofa, dreaming for a while that Fang Lan came over to cover himself with a quilt, and then dreaming that Fang Lan was hit by a car and flying, and in a daze, the sky gradually brightened.

After dawn, the nurses came in and out frequently, and the nurse Sister Ding cooperated with the nurses to change Fang Lan into a surgical gown, shave off her hair, and was so busy that Xia Qing stood on the side and was useless.

It wasn't until she saw Fang Lan being pushed into the operating room, and Xia Qing was pulled to the chair next to Sister Ding to sit down, that she found that her hands were trembling slightly.

Sister Ding looked at this girl who was a little lost in thought, and sighed in her heart.

I hope that this mother and daughter can get through this difficult time smoothly.

The phone vibrated for a moment, and Xia Qing came back to his senses.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

Text message on the phone screen, from Xie Shichuan.

Xia Qing closed her eyes, and her heart was sad.

She was really scared, but she didn't know who to talk to.

In her previous life, her own life was a mess, but Fang Lan was healthy and safe until she was old.

In this life, she was reborn in nirvana and unwilling to obey the arrangements of fate, but found that many things were out of control, and relying on the memories of her previous life could not really achieve luck and avoid evil.

The more afraid she was of losing Fang Lan, the more Xia Qing's heart could not restrain her anger towards Zhao Yiyi.

If I am a femme fatale, I will be the eagle falcon, and I will not condone concessions in this life!

Xia Qing stared at the door of the operating room with wide eyes, his fingertips pinched into his palms but did not feel the slightest pain.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Qing only knew that the nurse Sister Ding brought her water and a boxed lunch several times, and she shook her head and refused.

As the sun fell, the door of the operating room opened, and Qi Xuan walked out wearing a green surgical gown and exhausted.

Xia Qing quickly stood up, and her eyes turned black for a while after not moving for a long time, and she shook her head and quickly walked towards Qi Xuan.

"Doctor Qi, my mother she..." Qi

Xuan took off her mask and looked at Xia Qing with a smile.

"The operation went very well, and when the anesthesia has passed, your mother should be able to wake up."

Qi Xuan's eyes became slightly more serious.

"It's just that the blood clot compression has formed damage to the nerves, and you have to be mentally prepared that she may have sequelae when she expresses this piece in words."

Although Xia Qing's heart was a little low, she had already known this in advance, and now she only hoped that Fang Lan's life was not in danger.

"Everything else will get better, you don't have to worry too much."

Qi Xuan finally comforted.

Xia Qing was very grateful and couldn't help but bow to Qi Xuan.

"Dr. Qi, thank you for saving my mother."

Qi Xuan picked up Xia Qing, and his favorability towards this girl doubled again.

She heard about the Zhao family coming to pick up Xia Qing to the Zhao family's mansion yesterday.

Originally, she thought that Xia Qing would live in Zhao's house at this time, but she didn't expect that after just eating, Xia Qing returned to the hospital to take care of Fang Lan.

Zhi'en Tubao, filial to his adoptive mother, is a child with feelings and righteousness.

Subsequently, the nurse moved the hospital bed and pushed Fang Lan, who was still unconscious, out of the operating room.

Xia Qing thanked Qi Xuan again, and followed Fang Lan back to the ward.

When the nurses fiddled with the monitoring equipment and left the ward, Xia Qing had the opportunity to sit next to Fang Lan and carefully look at her mother.

Fang Lan's eyes were closed, her face was still pale, and she looked particularly weak after the operation.

But Xia Qing believes that her mother will soon be able to open her eyes and stroke her hair with her gentle hand again.

Outside the ward, Zhao Ling stood at the door with some postoperative tonics to restore vitality, looking through the window of the ward door, but did not enter the room.

The thin back of her daughter snuggled in front of the hospital bed made Zhao Ling look inexplicably heartache.

He and Chen Ya were absent from Xia Qing's side for eighteen years, and in these eighteen years, it was Fang Lan who supported Xia Qing.

Xia Qing's dependence and reluctance on Fang Lan are so strong, which shows that she attaches great importance to family affection.

Zhao Ling didn't know how long he had to wait to get the same attention from his daughter.

As for his wife Chen Ya, Zhao Ling smiled bitterly, today he wanted his wife to come to the hospital to see it, but Chen Ya was unwilling.

"What am I going to the hospital for? She doesn't want to see me anyway, so why bother to block each other. Before

going out, he felt cold when he heard his wife's cool words, not to mention what Xia Qing would think.

Zhao Ling quietly beckoned the caregiver Sister Ding to come out, handed the supplement to the nurse, and left silently.

Today, her daughter should really want to accompany Fang Lan quietly.

When Xia Qing learned that his father had come, he could no longer see Zhao Ling's figure after going out.

Xia Qing sighed silently, she really didn't have the energy to think about the Zhao family now.

This night, Xia Qing fell asleep on the side of Fang Lan's bed.

The early morning light shone through the window lattice on the hospital bed, and gradually moved from the foot of the bed to Fang Lan's cheek.

Fang Lan's eyelids moved slightly, slowly opened, and looked at the ceiling with slightly dazed eyes for a while, only then did he feel a hot presence next to him.

She tilted her head with some difficulty to look at her hand, and saw Xia Qing's sleeping face next to the edge of the bed.

Fang Lan's eyes blinked, the memory gradually returned, tears slipped down her cheeks, she stretched out her weak hand and gently touched her daughter's long black hair.