Chapter 328

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

Mingchen was bored and lay down in the window. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the inpatient department and immediately pointed to the man and asked the mirror.

How to say, I lived with Zhu Xiangxiang day and night at Zhu's house for several months. I didn't see it when I looked up and looked down. Mingchen admits that he won't admit his mistake.

The mirror glanced out of the window. From the tenth floor, it was just a small black spot.

"How did she come to the hospital?" Mingchen asks curiously.

The mirror took a look and took back his sight, "I'll do something. Go back to the ward and eat with him."

Mingchen wants to hold her and says don't go, second sister. She's not the one brother Qu wants to eat with

However, she didn't have the courage to say it and watched the mirror leave.

Mingchen returns to the ward. Qu Feitai sees no one behind her, "where's your second sister?"

"There's something wrong with the second sister. Brother Qu, let me have dinner with you."

Mingchen picked up the bowl, "this is the nutritional porridge cooked by the second sister herself. Brother Qu, I'll feed you."

Mingchen scooped a spoonful and handed it to the mouth of Qu Feitai.

Qu Feitai's face was so embarrassed 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 hungry, but he held back.

He looked at the apple in the basket and said, "Mingchen, please help your brother peel an apple."

"Oh, good." Mingchen puts down his bowl, takes a fruit knife and begins to peel apples.

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On the other side, Mingjing took the stairs to the hematology department on the seventh floor. This floor is very quiet. Occasionally, one or two nurses shuttle back and forth in the corridor.

The mirror came to a ward. At this time, the door of the ward just opened. A thin teenager in a patient's suit came out and ran into the mirror.

"Ah, sorry, sorry..." The boy hurriedly stepped back and bent down to apologize.

"It doesn't matter." A gentle and moving voice sounded overhead. Deng Yang subconsciously looked up and saw the person in front of him. The whole person was suddenly stunned.

"Sister, you finally came to see me." The little boy jumped into the mirror's arms and shouted happily holding her waist.

Although he is twelve years old, he has been ill for many years. His figure is much shorter than that of the mirror. He is skinny, and his wide hospital clothes are dangling over him.

Mingjing rubbed his bare head with a smile: "are you better?"

"Well, the doctor said I could leave the hospital soon. Sister, I've been thinking about you. You finally came to see me."

The boy's eyes were bright, with some worship and caution.

He took the mirror into the ward. Another hospital bed was empty and Zhao Xiaohui was not seen. A thick picture book was placed on the bedside table. The mirror took it up and looked at it.

"Did you draw this?"

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

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

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

Deng Yang was embarrassed and said, "I made my sister ugly. I'm too stupid."

"You draw very well."

"Really?" Deng Yang suddenly looked up, his eyes seemed to suddenly inject a beam of sunshine, bright and threatening.

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

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

"Where's your mother?"

"Just now a bad woman came and said something to her mother. Her mother was not happy when she came back. You went to fetch hot water before you came. Don't go, sister. My mother should come back soon. She will be very happy to see you."

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When Zhao Xiaohui came back from hot water, he saw Deng Yang drawing again and took away the pen in his hand. "The doctor told you to have a good rest. There is more time after painting. It's not urgent in these three or two days."

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

Zhao Xiaohui thought he meant Zhu Xiangxiang. "It's not easy for your sister to say that her mother is sorry for her..."

Zhao Xiaohui said while taking a towel to wrap the lump on the back of her hand. When she was playing hot water just now, she was inadvertently scalded by the hot water, and half of her palms were swollen.

I don't know whether it was painful or thought of something sad. There was a layer of spray in my eyes.

Deng Yang loves to hold Zhao Xiaohui's hand and blow the wind. He has forgotten the topic just now.

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

"Yang Yang, what's the matter with you? Don't scare your mother." Zhao Xiaohui's anxious tears came out.

"Stomachache..." Deng Yang said intermittently, his teeth biting his lower lip and biting out a row of tooth marks.

Zhao Xiaohui patted the emergency bell on the head of the bed, turned and ran out and shouted, "doctor, doctor, something's wrong with my son..."

Soon the attending doctor rushed in and gave Deng Yang an emergency examination. After that, he frowned: "the worst situation has 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 he can be discharged in a few days? He just has a stomachache. He will be fine. He will be fine..."

The two nurses looked at each other and sighed.

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

The doctor looked at her and seemed to be hesitating about how to wording so as not to hurt the hard-working mother. "Yang Yang mother, Yang Yang is infected with cytomegalovirus and must be transferred to the sterile laminar flow ward immediately. This is a kind of rejection reaction. We have thousands of prevention, but we still didn't prevent it in the end“

The doctor sighed with regret.

Zhao Xiaohui just eagerly asked, "is my Yang still saved?"

The doctor couldn't guarantee it. He comforted and left.

Zhao Xiaohui watched the nurse push Deng Yang away. When she reached the sterile area, she couldn't go in. She had to worry through the glass window.

She knew a little girl who was about the same age as Yang Yang. After bone marrow surgery, all indicators were normal, and the rejection reaction was caught off guard. People said no, it was not OK. The child's mother cried. She felt the same feelings and went up to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, the stone hanging overhead finally fell down.

Zhao Xiaohui was as if he had collapsed and sat down on the plastic chair.

The nurse urged her to pay the fee. She swiped one card after another, but she couldn't draw a dime any more, and the subsequent treatment still needs a lot of money. In order to treat Deng Yang, she has offended her relatives and friends all these years. Deng Kun hated her after the last time, and now she doesn't even care about her own son, Zhao Xiaohui couldn't get a penny from him.

Zhao Xiaohui thought of Mingjing. Before, Yangyang's operation fee was paid by Mingjing. She sent the Buddha to the West. Miss Mingjing is so kind. As long as she asks her again, she will not stand idly by

No, No.

Zhao Xiaohui hesitated for a long time and dialed a phone.

"I didn't expect you to call me so soon. It seems that I overestimate you." The sarcastic voice of Zhu Xiangxiang came from the mobile phone.

"I can help you, but you have to transfer 200000 to me first. Your brother has an 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 family? Zhu family has a great career. You can't even take out 200000 pocket money? How can I believe you?"

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

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

Two hundred thousand.

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's life.

"Second sister, you're back." As soon as Mingchen is excited, the apple grain handed to qufeitai's mouth falls to the ground, and the toothpick almost stabs qufeitai's nostril.

Qu Feitai immediately lay down and turned to the mirror.

The mirror looked at the motionless porridge and said nothing. It was reinstalled and put into the bag.

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

The mirror reached out to touch the forehead of the flying platform and tried the temperature.

The whole body of the Song Fei Tai was stiff and straight, staring straight at the face close at hand. She had no ordinary woman's strong perfume, but only a faint sandalwood, which was distant and tranquil.