Yang Qingheng's words from last night echoed in his mind all night. He was shocked to realize that he had been so busy with his career that he hadn't taken care of Yao Ying for a long time.
He didn't know when his mother fell ill, nor did he know that she was looking forward to his return home every day. Yang Qingheng was right; he was a completely irresponsible son.
On the contrary, she was a very good daughter-in-law, and even treated Yao Ying like her own mother.
"Don't worry about the divorce. I won't deliberately delay you because of Mom's illness. We'll get a divorce after Mom's surgery." Yang Qingheng stuffed the lunchbox into his hand, her tone surprisingly calm, which made Song Hengjue feel inexplicably uneasy.
Yang Qingheng thought he was worried about Yao Ying's health, so she glanced at him indifferently and said, "You don't need to worry that I'm lying to you. I'll talk to Mom about it. I mean what I say. If you don't believe me, I can give you a written guarantee."
Song Hengjue's Adam's apple bobbed: "No need."
Clutching the lunchbox, she left in a flustered manner.
Yang Qingheng didn't go straight back; she went to the restroom instead.
"...Why would a big shot like Professor Chang come to our hospital? I heard he's a top expert in neurology. Why would he leave Beijing and come to our small, run-down city where nothing is developing?"
Hearing the sounds coming from the restroom, Yang Qingheng paused, her ears twitching.
"Pfft, I heard he's henpecked. His wife is from our area. Old people like to return to their roots, right? Do you think Dr. Chang would let her come back on her own?"
"That's true. At Dr. Chang's age, he's become indifferent to things like fame..."
Yang Qingheng listened attentively. When the two of them pushed open the door and saw a face pressed against the outside, they screamed in fright.
Yang Qingheng was accidentally slapped on the head, and her head was buzzing.
"Why...why are you sticking this on my toilet door!" the doctor exclaimed angrily, his gaze toward her growing increasingly strange.
Yang Qingheng realized that her actions were inappropriate, and that people probably thought she was a pervert. She awkwardly touched her nose and said, "I just heard you talking about a neurologist inside and I wanted to listen. I'm sorry if I scared you."
Her attitude was sincere, and the doctor's tone softened considerably: "Do you have a relative who needs this surgery?"
"My mom, doctor sister, could you introduce me to her?" Yang Qingheng grabbed her hand tightly, her agate-like eyes staring at her expectantly, so pleading that it was hard to refuse.
But she still sighed and shook her head: "Dr. Chang is getting old and doesn't take on many surgeries lately. If you want to schedule an appointment, it's difficult. You'll be waiting for ages. You should check out the other doctors in our hospital. Their skills may not be as good as the top doctors, but they are still very good."
Undeterred, Yang Qingheng took out a red envelope from her bag and stuffed it into her hand: "Doctor, Dr. Chang is really important to our family. You are beautiful and kind-hearted, you must not be able to bear seeing me so pitiful, please help me."
The wad of cash nearly burst the red envelope. The doctor couldn't help but swallow hard, exchanged a glance with the doctor beside him, and said with difficulty, "It's not that we don't want to help you, it's just that we have no other choice. But you could try asking Dr. Chang's wife for help."
"Could you give me an address?" Yang Qingheng pleaded.
The woman casually took out a notebook and wrote something down for her. Before leaving, she pulled out a wad of cash, stuffed the rest back into her bag, and said, "Don't tell anyone we introduced you."
“No, I got this address from one of Dr. Chang’s former patients.” Yang Qingheng was very helpful.
The two nodded in satisfaction and left with peace of mind: "If you need anything, you can come to the obstetrics and gynecology department to see me. We can ask around for you if it's within our capabilities."
Yang Qingheng thanked him gratefully. When she returned to the ward, she saw Song Hengjue talking to Yao Ying. The old lady was still indifferent as before. When she saw Yang Qingheng come in, her eyes lit up: "Qingheng."
Yang Qingheng smiled slightly: "Mom, I have something to do today and I have to go out. You should rest well and don't hold a grudge against Hengjue. I'll bring you dinner when I get back tonight."
Yao Ying pursed her lips: "Why are you so busy? Don't overwork yourself."
"No." Yang Qingheng felt a warmth in her heart, gave Song Hengjue a few words of advice, and then went out.
Instead of going to the address immediately, she first went to a state-run supermarket in the city center and bought a lot of expensive supplements. Then she called back to the village and asked Erniu to bring over a vase and a tea set from under her bed.
"What do you need all this for?" Erniu asked, completely baffled.
Yang Qingheng didn't answer: "Song Hengjue and the others are at the Municipal People's Hospital. If you want to go, you can go and see them. They have fruit baskets and things like that, so you don't need to buy anything. Don't waste your money."
After giving a few instructions, I saw the bus arrive and quickly squeezed on.
Dr. Chang's house is in a small alley, a bit out of the way. I had to ask for directions several times before I finally got there.
"Excuse me, is this Dr. Chang's home?" Yang Qingheng knocked gently on the door as they walked into a small courtyard and asked politely.
An elegantly dressed elderly woman emerged from inside: "Are you looking for Dr. Chang?"
“Yes, Auntie.” Yang Qingheng’s fingertips touched the edge of the gift bag.
"Don't be shy, come in." The old lady nodded kindly, already used to this kind of thing.
Yang Qingheng then forced a smile and went inside.
"If you want him to perform the surgery, don't bother asking. Just go to the hospital and get in line. He's going on a business trip for a very important conference, so you probably won't be able to get a spot." The old lady poured her a cup of tea, getting straight to the point.
Yang Qingheng was embarrassed, clutching the gift bag and somewhat at a loss for what to do. She finally mustered the courage to place the bag on the table: "Auntie, my mother is getting on in years, and she needs brain surgery. I'm really worried about her. I've heard Dr. Chang is highly skilled, I..."
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