The following afternoon at 3 p.m.

On her way to the appointment, Mingyao bought a lot of nutritional supplements and also picked out a few cute dolls.

The meeting place was a small restaurant. The driver was stunned when he saw Mingyao arrive carrying large bags and small packages.

"These nutritional supplements are suitable for both older men and children."

"And this doll."

Mingyao said shyly, "I didn't know how old your daughter was, so I bought some dolls for her to keep her entertained."

The uncle's eyes reddened, and he was at a loss for what to do with the gift.

Mingyao smiled and said, "It's just a small gift, nothing special."

"If it weren't for the uncle standing up for me last time, I'm afraid I would have been ruined."

Mingyao still feels lingering fear when she recalls that incident.

From that day on, Pei Siyu kept tracking Fu Feng.

Fu Feng, however, seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing completely.

The driver choked back tears, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed deeply to Mingyao.

The uncle's actions startled Mingyao, who quickly helped him up.

What are you doing?

The uncle looked at Mingyao with red eyes, feeling guilty and annoyed.

"I am the culprit behind what happened to Miss Su!"

"If I hadn't been so blinded by greed, I wouldn't have done something so unethical for a little money!"

“Miss Su will not encounter such a terrible thing.”

Snap—

The man slapped himself, and half of his face immediately became red and swollen.

"How could I have the heart to frame someone as good as Miss Su?"

"I regretted taking their money and wanted to make it up to Miss Su, so I saved you!"

"I didn't expect Miss Su to be so willing to help me..."

The man was filled with remorse, slapped himself again, and apologized tearfully.

Mingyao panicked: "Uncle, get up quickly."

She sighed, "I saw the clarification post you made online before, and I have already forgiven you."

She helped the man up and said with a smile, "You helped me too, so we're even."

What's more, the uncle inadvertently helped her find the hospital where Ming Suqin was.

How old is the uncle's daughter?

When his daughter was mentioned, the man's face softened: "She just turned twelve."

"If she sees these dolls that Miss Su gave her, she'll be so happy she won't be able to sleep at night."

The uncle held the doll with a smile, which made Mingyao feel sad.

The twelve-year-old girl was in the prime of her life, but she wasted her time in the hospital due to illness.

Judging from the uncle's clothes, his wool coat was all frayed, and the collar of the cashmere sweater he was wearing underneath was deformed.

"Uncle, this is for you."

Mingyao took out a bank card. "The password is..."

The middle-aged man was stunned: "Miss Su, what are you doing?"

He rubbed his hands together and smiled shyly and honestly, "I don't earn much, but it's enough for medical expenses."

As he spoke, he glanced at his bank card out of the corner of his eye.

Mingyao placed the bank card in the uncle's palm, "Don't worry, take it. There's enough money in it for your sister's medical expenses for a while."

"If you're really embarrassed, uncle, just consider it a loan from me."

"You can pay me back when my sister gets better."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, the uncle solemnly said, "Alright, consider it as me borrowing Miss Su's money."

"Once she recovers, I will definitely find a way to pay her back!"

Mingyao didn't intend for the uncle to return the money; she just wanted to find a reason for him to accept it without feeling guilty.

The bank card contained her salary since she started working. It wasn't much each month, but the savings were enough for the uncle to live on for a while.

"Uncle, what illness does your daughter have?"

The man's smile held a hint of bitterness: "She has a rare disease called DMD, which she developed at the age of five... and can only get around in a wheelchair."

DMD stands for Duchenne muscular dystrophy, a genetic muscular dystrophy that is an X-linked recessive genetic disorder.

Therefore, most of the disease is contracted by men, while women are carriers of the disease.

Situations like that of the uncle's daughter are rare worldwide.

DMD can cause muscle fiber weakness and atrophy, and in severe cases, it can affect the heart and even the patient's intelligence.

From the age of five when she fell ill until she was twelve, Mingyao couldn't imagine how the uncle had managed to survive for seven years by working odd jobs.

“Qing Teng Hospital has treatment experts. If we can make an appointment, my daughter has a 70% chance of recovering.”

Mingyao secretly helped the uncle out in her heart.

After parting ways with the man, she went to the central hospital.

In the hospital lobby, Jiang Rongrong suddenly appeared and blocked Mingyao's way.

"Su Xueya, what brings you to the hospital?"

Mingyao snapped out of her daze, looked Jiang Rongrong up and down, and asked suspiciously, "I was about to ask you why you came to the hospital."

Jiang Rongrong pointed helplessly to her left arm: "It's dislocated."

"You came to the hospital to see Wang Zhouheng?"

Mingyao nodded: "I'll ask him to find out some things."

"But you, you're always running to the hospital to see Wang Zhouheng, and you still haven't won him over?"

Jiang Rongrong's face flushed red, and she muttered, "Dr. Wang is different from that scumbag. We need to take it step by step."

“I’m worried that rushing things will scare him away.”

As soon as she entered Wang Zhouheng's office, Jiang Rongrong cried out in pain.

Wang Zhouheng saw her helpless expression and asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

Jiang Rongrong frowned and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Dr. Wang, my arm is dislocated."

Mingyao choked up, looking at Jiang Rongrong with a strange expression.

She was already quite coquettish when she spoke to Wang Zhouheng at the hospital last time, but this time she went even further, exceeding all expectations.

"Ms. Jiang, I am a surgeon."

If you bump into something or encounter any trouble, go to the internal medicine department.

Jiang Rongrong sobbed, her voice barely audible, "In such a big hospital, you're the only person I know."

"I don't like strangers treating me."

"Besides, I am Su Xueya's friend, and you are Su Xueya's friend too."

"And so on, we are friends."

Would Dr. Wang be so cold to his friends?

Wang Zhouheng sighed and gripped Jiang Rongrong's shoulders: "Take a deep breath."

Jiang Rongrong stared blankly at Wang Zhouheng, not hearing a word he said.

With a "crack," Jiang Rongrong's face scrunched up. "Ouch!"

Wang Zhouheng scoffed: "Didn't I tell you to take a deep breath?"

"I never listen carefully when I'm speaking."

Jiang Rongrong stretched her arms and muttered indignantly, "Who told you to speak so softly?"

Sensing the ambiguous atmosphere in the air, Mingyao coughed twice to interrupt the two: "Have you forgotten about me?"

Wang Zhouheng looked a little embarrassed, but he forced a smile to cover it up: "What can I do to help you with?"

Mingyao said seriously, "Dr. Wang, my friend's child has DMD. Do you know any experts in this field?"

“His family is not well-off, and I want to help him as much as I can.”

“I have a senior colleague who is the vice president of Qing Teng Hospital. He is an expert in treating DMD.”

"It just so happens that I haven't seen him in a long time. I'd like to take this opportunity to organize a dinner party and introduce you two."

Wang Zhouheng's words gave Mingyao hope: "Thank you for your help."

Jiang Rongrong, standing to one side, suddenly asked, "Is it Zhang Baiqing from Qing Teng Hospital?"

Wang Zhouheng was speechless: "You know him?"