The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 328 Terrible (Part 1)

"Second sister, look, is that Zhu Xiangxiang?"

Ming Chen was lying on the window bored, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of the inpatient department, he immediately pointed to that person and asked Ming Jing.

In any case, the one who got along with Zhu Xiangxiang day and night lived in Zhu's house for several months, and he didn't see him when he looked up and saw him when he looked down.

Ming Jing glanced out the window, from the tenth floor, it was just a small black spot.

"Why did she come to the hospital?" Ming Chen asked curiously.

Ming Jing took a look and then looked away, "I'm going to do something, you can go back to the ward and have dinner with him."

Ming Chen wanted to hold her back and say, Second Sister, don't leave, it's not her that Brother Qu wants to eat with...

However, she didn't have the guts to say it, and watched Ming Jing leave.

Ming Chen returned to the ward, Qu Feitai saw no one behind her, "Where is your second sister?"

"Second Sister has something to do, Brother Qu, let me have dinner with you."

Ming Chen picked up the bowl, "This is the nutritious porridge made by the second sister herself, Brother Qu, I will feed you."

Ming Chen took a spoonful and handed it to Qu Feitai's mouth.

The embarrassment on Qu Feitai's face was visible to the naked eye, asking a little girl to feed him was really...

"Brother Qu, aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

Qu Feitai's eyes were greedy and his stomach growled, but he still held back.

He glanced at the apples in the fruit basket: "Mingchen, please peel an apple for brother."

"Oh, good." Ming Chen put down the bowl, took a fruit knife and began to peel the apples.

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On the other side, Ming Jing took the stairs to the hematology department on the seventh floor. This floor was very quiet, and occasionally one or two nurses shuttled back and forth in the corridor.

Ming Jing came to a ward, when the door of the ward opened, and a thin boy in a hospital gown came out, bumping into Ming Jing unexpectedly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The boy hurriedly took a step back and bent over to apologize.

"It's okay." A gentle and moving voice sounded above his head, Deng Yang raised his head subconsciously, and when he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly froze.

"Sister, you finally came to see me." The young boy threw himself into Ming Jing's arms, hugging her waist and shouted happily.

Although he was twelve years old, he had been sick for many years, and his stature was much shorter than Ming Jing's, with skinny bones, and the large hospital gown was empty on his body.

Ming Jing smiled and rubbed his bare head: "Is your body feeling better?"

"Well, the doctor said that I will be discharged from the hospital soon. Sister, I have been thinking about you, and you finally came to see me."

The boy's eyes were shining, with some admiration and caution.

He pulled Ming Jing into the ward, the other bed was empty, and Zhao Xiaohui was nowhere to be seen. There was a thick picture book on the bedside table, Ming Jing picked it up and took a look.

"Did you draw this?"

There are mountains, waters, flowers, and birds. Great rivers and mountains have not been set foot, but they are all in his imagination and under his pen.

The painting style is somewhat abstract and imaginative. At this age, he is very talented.

Later, most of the paintings were portraits, and they were the same person.

Deng Yang said with some embarrassment: "I made my sister ugly. I am too stupid."

"You draw very well."

"Really?" Deng Yang raised his head suddenly, as if a beam of sunshine suddenly poured into his eyes, it was so bright.

"You are very talented. Given time, you will definitely achieve something."

Deng Yang smiled happily, happier than when he learned that he had a matching bone marrow.

"Where's your mom?"

"A bad woman came here just now. She said something to her mother. She was unhappy when she came back. Before you came, I went to fetch hot water. Sister, don't leave. Mom should be back soon. She will definitely come back when she sees you." Will be very happy."

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When Zhao Xiaohui came back from drinking hot water, seeing Deng Yang was drawing again, she took the pen away from his hand, "The doctor told you to rest well. After drawing, you will have more time, so don't worry about it for three or two days."

Deng Yang lay obediently on the hospital bed, "I saw my sister just now."

Zhao Xiaohui thought he was referring to Zhu Xiangxiang, "It's not easy for your sister, it's because my mother is sorry for her..."

While talking, Zhao Xiaohui wrapped a towel around the lump on the back of her hand. She was accidentally scalded by the scalding hot water when she was fetching hot water just now, and half of her palm was swollen.

I don't know if it's the pain or I thought of something sad, and there was a layer of water in the eye sockets.

Deng Yang hugged Zhao Xiaohui's hand to blow the air distressedly, and forgot about the topic just now.

Suddenly, Deng Yang clutched his stomach and fell back on the hospital bed, his small face was as pale as paper, and soon a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom." Zhao Xiaohui burst into tears.

"Stomach... hurts..." Deng Yang said intermittently, biting his lower lip with his teeth, leaving a row of teeth marks.

Zhao Xiaohui frantically patted the emergency bell on the bedside, turned around and ran out shouting: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly, something happened to my son..."

Soon the attending doctor rushed in, and after an urgent examination of Deng Yang, he frowned: "The worst situation finally happened."

Zhao Xiaohui was dragged out of the ward by two nurses. Zhao Xiaohui grabbed the nurse's hand and said eagerly: "Didn't the doctor say that Yang Yang could be discharged from the hospital in a few days? He just has a stomachache and he will be fine. He must be fine." Something will happen..."

The two nurses looked at each other and sighed.

When the attending doctor came out, Zhao Xiaohui hurried over and asked, "Doctor, is Yang Yang okay?"

The doctor looked at her, and seemed to be hesitating on how to speak so as not to hurt this hard-working mother, "Mother Yangyang, Yangyang is infected with cytomegalovirus and must be transferred to the sterile laminar flow ward immediately. This is a rejection reaction." One, we took precautions against everything, but in the end we still failed to prevent it.”

The doctor sighed with regret.

Zhao Xiaohui just asked eagerly: "Is my Yang Yang still saved?"

The doctor couldn't guarantee it, so he left after comforting him.

Zhao Xiaohui watched helplessly as the nurse pushed Deng Yang away. She could not enter the sterile area and could only worry through the glass window.

She knew a little girl who was about the same age as Yang Yang. After undergoing bone marrow surgery, all indicators were normal, and the rejection reaction was caught off guard. People said it would not work, and she couldn’t do it. The child’s mother cried heartbreakingly. She felt the same way at the time , and went up to comfort him a few words.

Unexpectedly, the stone hanging above his head finally fell down.

Zhao Xiaohui seemed to have collapsed, and fell down on the plastic chair in a daze.

The nurse urged her to pay the fee, and swiped one card after another, but she couldn't get a dime anymore, and the subsequent treatment still needed a large sum of money to support her. In order to treat Deng Yang's illness over the years, she had offended her relatives and friends It's all over, Deng Kun even hated her after what happened last time, and now he doesn't even care about his own son, Zhao Xiaohui can't get a penny from him.

Zhao Xiaohui thought of Ming Jing, Yang Yang's operation fee was paid by Ming Jing before, sending the Buddha to the west, Miss Ming Jing is so kind, as long as she begs her again, she will definitely not stand idly by...

No, no.

Zhao Xiaohui hesitated for a while, then made a call.

"I didn't expect you to call me so quickly. It seems that I still overestimated you." Zhu Xiangxiang's sarcastic voice came from the phone.

"I can help you, but you have to transfer 200,000 to me first. Your brother has a reaction of rejection and must be treated as soon as possible."

"Two hundred thousand?" Zhu Xiangxiang's voice suddenly became sharp.

Zhao Xiaohui gritted her teeth, "Aren't you the daughter of the Zhu family? I wish the family a great career, but you can't even get the 200,000 pocket money? How can I trust you?"

"Wait." Zhu Xiangxiang dropped the hard words and hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, Zhao Xiaohui received a bank transfer text message.

Two hundred thousand arrives.

Zhao Xiaohui hurriedly paid the treatment fee first.

Whether it is a white lie or a malicious lie, it is not as important as Yang Yang's life.

"Second Sister, you're back." Ming Chen got excited, and the apple that was handed to Qu Feitai's mouth fell to the ground, and the toothpick almost poked Qu Feitai's nostril.

Qu Feitai immediately lay down obediently, and turned to look at Ming Jing.

Ming Jing glanced at the motionless porridge, said nothing, repacked it and put it in the bag.

Qu Feitai opened his mouth to explain, "Mingjing...I...."

Ming Jing reached out to touch Qu Feitai's forehead and tested the temperature.

Qu Feitai froze, staring straight at the face that was close at hand. She didn't have the strong perfume smell of ordinary women, only a touch of sandalwood, which was distant and peaceful.