The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 328 Bad (one more)

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

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

  In other words, I stayed with Zhu Xiangxiang day and night at Zhu’s house for a few months. When I looked up and saw me, Mingchen admitted that he would not admit his mistakes.

  Mingjing glanced out of 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 retracted his gaze, "I'm going to do something, you can go back to the ward to eat with him."

  Mingchen wanted to hold her and said that second sister, don’t leave, it’s not her who brother Qu wants to eat with her...

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

  Mingchen returned to the ward, Qu Feita saw no one behind her, "Where is your second sister?"

   "Second Sister is something, Brother Qu, I will accompany you to dinner."

  Mingchen picked up the bowl, “This is the nutritious porridge made by the second sister herself, brother Qu, I’ll feed you.”

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

  Qu Feitai’s face was so embarrassing to the naked eye that he asked a little girl to feed herself, it was really...

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

  Qu Feitai was greedy and grumbled with hunger, but he still held back.

  He glanced at the apples in the fruit basket: "Mingchen, please help your brother cut an apple."

   "Oh, okay." Ming Chen put down the bowl and started to peel the apples with a fruit knife.

  ——

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

  Ding Jing came to the front of a ward. At this moment, the door of the ward opened. A thin young man in a hospital gown walked out and bumped into the ward.

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

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

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

  Although he is twelve years old, he has been sick for many years. His figure is much shorter than that of Der Spiegel. He is skinny, and his hospital gown is empty.

  Ming Jing smiled and rubbed his bare head: "Is your health 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 young man has bright eyes, with some admiration and caution.

  He pulled Mingjing and walked into the ward. The other hospital bed was empty and Zhao Xiaohui was not seen. There was a thick painting book on the bedside table. Mingjing picked it up and took a look.

   "Did you draw this?"

  There are mountains, waters, flowers and birds. It’s great that the rivers and mountains have not been involved, but they are all in his imagination, under the tip of his pen.

  The style of painting is somewhat abstract, very imaginative, and very talented at this age.

  Further on, most of the paintings are portraits, and they are the same person.

  Deng Yang said with some embarrassment: "I painted my sister ugly, I was too stupid."

   "You painted very well."

   "Really?" Deng Yang suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly filled with sunlight, bright and compelling.

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

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

"where is your mom?"

"Just now a bad woman came and said something to her mother. She was not happy when she came back. You went to get hot water before you came. Don’t leave your sister. Mother should be back soon. She will definitely be back when she sees you. I will be very happy."

  ——

  Zhao Xiaohui came back after finishing hot water and saw that Deng Yang was painting again, and took away the pen from his hand. “The doctor will let you rest. After painting, there will be more time. Don’t be in a hurry for these three or two days.”

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

  Zhao Xiaohui thought he was referring to Zhu Xiangxiang, “It’s not easy for your sister, it’s also my mother who is sorry for her...”

  Zhao Xiaohui talked and wrapped the lumps on the back of her hand with a towel. Just now, she was scalded by the hot water inadvertently, and half of her palm was swollen.

  I didn't know if it was painful or thought of something sad, a layer of water splashed in his eyes.

  Deng Yang hugged Zhao Xiaohui's hand to blow the air, forgetting the topic just now.

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

   "Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother." Zhao Xiaohui's tears came out.

   "The stomach... hurts..." Deng Yang said intermittently, his teeth biting his lower lip, and a row of teeth marks appeared.

  Zhao Xiaohui slapped the emergency bell on the bedside, turned around and ran out and shouted: "Doctor, doctor come soon, my son has something wrong..."

   Soon the attending doctor rushed in and gave Deng Yang an emergency check, frowning, “The worst situation finally happened.”

Zhao Xiaohui was pulled out of the ward by two nurses. Zhao Xiaohui grabbed the nurse's hand and said eagerly: "Didn’t the doctor say that Yangyang will be discharged in a few days? He just has a stomachache and nothing will happen. There will be something..."

  The two nurses looked at each other and sighed.

  The attending doctor came out, Zhao Xiaohui rushed over and asked: "Doctor, Yang Yang, is he okay?"

The doctor looked at her and seemed to be hesitating how to use her words so as not to harm this hard-working mother. "Mother Yang Yang, Yang Yang is infected with cytomegalovirus and must be transferred to a sterile laminar flow ward immediately. This is a rejection reaction. One kind, we were fully guarded, and ultimately we were not guarded."

  The doctor sighed with regret.

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

  The doctor could not pack the ticket, so he was relieved and left.

  Zhao Xiaohui watched as the nurse pushed Deng Yang away. When she reached the sterile area, she couldn't go in, so she could only get anxious through the glass window.

She knew a little girl who was about the same age as Yang Yang. After the bone marrow surgery, all the indicators were normal. The rejection reaction was caught off guard. People said that it was impossible. The child’s mother cried heartbreakingly. She felt the same way at the time. , And went up to comfort a few words.

  Unexpectedly, the rock hanging over the head eventually fell down.

  Zhao Xiaohui's whole body seemed to be collapsed, and she fell into a plastic chair in despair.

The nurse urged her to pay the bills and swiped one card after another. She couldn't get a dime anymore, and the subsequent treatment needed a large amount of money. In order to treat Deng Yang, she had offended her relatives and friends over the years. After everything was gone, Deng Kun even hated her after the incident last time, and now he doesn't even care about his own son, Zhao Xiaohui can't get a cent from him.

  Zhao Xiaohui thought of Mingjing. Before Yangyang’s surgery fee was paid by Mingjing, she sent the Buddha to the west, Miss Mingjing 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 and dialed a call.

   "I didn't expect you to call me so quickly, it seems I still overestimate you." Zhu Xiangxiang's ironic voice came from the phone.

   "I can help you, but you have to transfer me 200,000 yuan first. Your brother has a rejection reaction 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 Zhu’s family? Zhu’s family is great, you can’t even get 200,000 pocket money? How can I believe your words?"

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

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

  200,000 to the account.

  Zhao Xiaohui quickly paid the treatment fee first.

  Whether it is a white lie or a malicious lie, it is not as important as Yang Yang’s fate.

   "Second Sister, you are back." Ming Chen got excited, and the apple granules handed to Qufeitai's mouth fell to the ground, and the toothpick almost stabbed Qufeitai's nostril.

  Qufeitai immediately lay down obediently and turned to look at the mirror.

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

  Qu Feitai opened his mouth to explain, "Ding Jing...I..."

  Ming Jing reached out and touched Qufeitai’s forehead to test the temperature.

  Qu Feitai froze, staring straight at the face close at hand, she didn't have the strong fragrance of ordinary women, only a touch of sandalwood, which was far away and peaceful.

  (End of this chapter)