Chapter 99 I Want to Marry Another Wife

Old Mrs. Cui retorted, "Who's favoring boys over girls? Don't spew nonsense and try to pin a label on me."

"I don't even know if my granddaughter is sick. Are you all just after money?"

Song Juan asked, "You know? You're a doctor?"

The old woman, who couldn't read a single word, had a disgusting mouth.

After being disciplined by Grandma Tie last time, Old Lady Cui lived a peaceful life for a while.

Only a few days later, she started causing trouble again.

Sure enough, a leopard can't change its spots.

Song Juan cursed Old Lady Cui in her heart, but despite her anger, she still hoped that Zhao Di could receive timely treatment.

Today, she represents not only herself, but also the hospital.

They also bear the trust of Huang Ya.

Song Juan knew she couldn't go against Old Lady Cui, so she could only say gently, "Old Lady Cui, outpatient visits don't cost much. The government and the hospital will cover our expenses."

The medicine was purchased with donations from everyone, so it is naturally taken from the people and used for the people.

The hospital only charges a nominal fee for the bed and a treatment fee (including injections, IV drips, etc.).

Grandma Cui glanced at her sideways: "It won't cost much, but it still costs money."

It's not like it's free. Zhao Di is just a little girl; you can't spend a single penny of her money.

As he spoke, he pulled Zhao Di outside. Zhao Di was burning up and was swaying as she walked.

She couldn't resist Old Lady Cui's insistence and could only be mechanically dragged away.

Looking at that pitiful little figure, Song Juan thought of her own past.

When she was a child, her mother didn't want to take her to the doctor when she was sick.

Every time she caught a cold or had a fever, she would just tough it out.

Song Juan turned to look at Huang Ya, hesitating as if she wanted to say something.

Huang Ya said directly, "Grandma Cui, wait a moment."

“Zhaodi, our hospital will treat you for free; you don’t need to pay anything.”

Grandma Cui asked in surprise, "Really?"

Huang Ya nodded, and Old Lady Cui immediately let go of Zhao Di and ran away.

Huang Ya was afraid that if he was even a second late, he would regret it.

Huang Ya shook her head, and Song Juan said indignantly, "How could she be like this!"

Huang Ya: "Forget it, don't bother with her."

Zhao Di looked at the two of them with teary eyes and whispered, "When I grow up and earn money, I will definitely pay you back."

Song Juan patted her little head. The little girl was skin and bones, with yellowish hair, and only her big, bright black eyes were visible.

Huang Ya wrote out a prescription and encouraged Song Juan, "Give her acupuncture."

The health center staff and other doctors had already gone to eat, but Huang Ya was injured, so Song Juan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

She pulled up Zhao Di's sleeve and tied a tourniquet on it.

Zhao Di was too thin; Song Juan searched for a long time but couldn't find any veins.

She broke out in a sweat from anxiety, and Huang Ya comforted her, saying, "Take your time, don't rush. I'm not that hungry right now."

After a busy morning, it's impossible not to be hungry.

Song Juan knew Huang Ya was trying to comfort her, "I could hear your stomach growling."

"That's my gut, moving healthily."

Huang Ya grinned and said, "I can also eat air."

He opened his mouth and chewed twice into the air.

Song Juan was amused and relaxed.

He patted Zhao Di's hand and slowly inserted the needle, but no blood returned to the syringe.

Zhao Di had a lump on her arm, and she was wincing in pain.

Song Juan looked guilty: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhao Di forced a smile: "It's okay, Aunt Song, I'm not in pain."

Grandma was unwilling to spend money, but Aunt Song and Uncle Huang were willing to treat her for free.

What's a little pain to her? Health is more important than anything else.

At a young age, Zhao Di had already learned to read people's expressions and knew who was kind to her and who was not.

Huang Ya handed over a towel: "Wipe your sweat, let's do it again."

Song Juan wiped it haphazardly, then switched to the other arm and located the vein again.

She took a deep breath, widened her eyes, and slowly plunged in.

Finally, they recovered their losses, and all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Di added a timely emotional boost: "Aunt Song, you're amazing!"

Song Juan didn't expect to succeed on her second try. After finishing her work, she finally had time to straighten up and shake her slightly sore wrists.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled with relief.

"Zhao Di, be a good girl and stay here while you get your IV drip. Auntie will go buy you something to eat."

Song Juan and Huang Ya bought meat buns and braised noodles, and Zhao Di ate two large bowls in a row.

She patted her belly, looking completely satisfied.

I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if she were sick every day, so she could have delicious food every day.

The three of them ate and chatted, looking like a family of three.

Old Liu arrived late, around dusk.

He glanced at Zhao Di and said, "Is she alright? If she is, I'll take her home."

Huang Ya said he would treat his daughter for free, and naturally he didn't mention the medical expenses.

His expression was one of complete entitlement, even bordering on impatience.

Song Juan: No, I need to stay for two more days for observation.

Upon hearing this, Old Liu tentatively asked, "What about the medical expenses?"

Fearing that Huang Ya might go back on his word, he said, "Dr. Huang, you can't go back on your word."

If they only waive one day's fee, wouldn't he suffer a huge loss?

His mother said that a cold is a minor illness and doesn't need treatment.

"Don't worry, we will take full responsibility," Huang Ya said.

Song Juan brought a basin of water and washed Zhao Di's feet and face.

"Go to sleep, you won't feel bad tomorrow."

She tucked Zhao Di's blanket in, and Zhao Di closed her eyes happily.

If her mother were still alive, she would probably love her just as much as Aunt Song did.

Seeing this, Lao Liu suddenly had an idea.

He rushed home and said to Grandma Cui, "Mom, I've thought it through. I want to get married again."

"Oh, that's wonderful."

Grandma Cui stomped her feet happily: "Our Liu family is going to have an heir! Once you get married, hurry up and give birth to a big, healthy boy."

Seeing her son hesitate, she asked, "Son, have you taken a fancy to any girl? Tell me, and I'll go and propose marriage to her."

Old Liu nodded: "Song Zhan's sister, Song Juan, she's quite good."

Upon hearing that it was Song Juan, Old Mrs. Cui frowned. She was not willing to deal with Shen Wanjun.

That woman was very formidable; she had fallen into Shen Wanjun's hands several times.

But then she thought of Song Juan, who was young and still a virgin, and was sure to give birth to a son.

"Okay, I'll go find Song Zhan tomorrow."

This matter definitely needs to be decided by Song Zhan; Shen Wanjun, being a woman, has no say in it.

Grandma Cui had introduced many potential partners to Lao Liu, but every time they met, her son said he didn't like them.

Later, they simply said they wouldn't look for anyone anymore.

Grandma Cui thought it was just that her son was picky and had high standards, and hadn't met a sincere girl.

This time, he finally took a liking to Song Juan, and Old Lady Cui insisted on completing this task.

What she didn't know was that Lao Liu had actually been interested in those blind date partners before.

Rather, it was because the woman didn't like him.

Putting aside the fact that he had three children in his family, he was of average appearance and extremely chauvinistic.

They always start by asking the woman if she can have a son, which makes her feel very awkward.

In addition, Lao Liu was not a soldier; the higher-ups arranged a job for him to make a living only because of Grandma Tie.

Grandma Cui was overjoyed and asked Old Liu, "How much dowry should we give?"

Old Liu: "Mom, you decide what to do. I have no objections."

"Then I'll give you 50 yuan."

Grandma Cui spread her hands and said, "Give me the money, and I'll go to propose marriage tomorrow."