"Sister, don't worry," Song Wan comforted softly. "Let me think of a way."
"Okay!" Song Xi flattered obsequiously, "Wanwan... you always have the most ideas. Whenever something happens at home, we can only rely on you."
Song Wan gave a wry smile. After hanging up the phone, she subconsciously dialed Lin Zhaojiang's number. That string of numbers seemed to be etched into her very being.
But she hesitated when she pressed the call button.
Over the years, turning to him for help whenever she encountered problems had become an instinct for her. Ever since she started treating her brother's illness, her family has relied on Lin Zhaojiang for everything, big and small.
The family was short of money, they needed to move to a new house, his sister and brother-in-law were getting a divorce, and his brother-in-law was gambling... Any one of these things would be a heavy burden for an ordinary family, but for Lin Zhaojiang, it was just a matter of a few words.
Song Wan let out a long sigh, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips. So, in the end, she was destined to depend on him.
She didn't want to continue like this. Now that she had decided to be independent, she should rely on herself for everything.
She thought for a moment, then found several doctors she knew in her phone contacts and called them one by one. However, without exception, the answer she received was that the hospital was overcrowded and they could only follow the rules and regulations. They would definitely give priority to her mother if a bed became available.
"But……"
Song Wanming clearly remembered that this person was the dean.
"Dean Li," she tried again, "could you really not make an exception? Even if it costs a little more, it's fine..."
"You want the old lady to stay in a VIP ward?"
"yes."
There was a pause on the other end. "Does President Lin know about this?"
Song Wan's eyes dimmed, and she silently hung up the phone.
"Um, excuse me." A voice suddenly came from beside her. Song Wan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw it was the same boy from before.
The boy chuckled at her, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your phone call. I was about to leave, but I overheard you talking about hospitals and hospital beds... Do you need my help?"
"Thank you, but no need," Song Wan said calmly. "I can handle it myself."
The boy nodded, but instead of leaving immediately, he turned around, took a piece of sticky note, and wrote down a phone number.
“This is the director of a private hospital.” He handed her the note. “Private hospitals have fewer staff and enough beds, but the fees are relatively higher. Contact him if you need him; if not, just pretend I didn’t say anything and throw this note away. Is that alright, sister?”
Song Wan was a little stunned. After hesitating for a moment, she accepted it and thanked him softly.
The boy laughed happily.
Song Wan thought he looked naive, but his later use of "sister" made her laugh.
"If you contact the dean, just say I introduced you. My name is He Nianhui!"
*
With fewer patients and more wards in private hospitals, coupled with Song Wan's soaring royalties and writing fees, paying for her mother's hospitalization and treatment is no longer a problem.
Soon, Song Wan settled her mother, Chen Li, in, but she didn't receive a thank you in return.
Although she didn't intend for Chen Li to thank her.
After all, they are mother and daughter. When a mother is sick, a daughter should do everything she can to help.
But Chen Li didn't say anything, which still made Song Wan feel a little disheartened.
That evening, Song Wan stayed with Chen Li at the hospital. She peeled an apple, cut it into small pieces, placed it on a plate, and served it to Chen Li.
Chen Li didn't even glance at it.
"Mom." The atmosphere was stiff and cold, so Song Wan could only force herself to speak to her, "You didn't eat dinner, have some fruit first. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you..."
Chen Li glanced at her and turned her head to the side.
"The doctor said you need to be properly nourished during treatment. If you don't eat or drink like this, even a miracle can't save you. Mom, you..."
“I’d rather be dead than live like this!” Chen Li said, emphasizing each word.
Song Wan lowered her eyes, and after a long while, she said softly, "What exactly do you want from me... I've really done my best for you!"
"If you get Lin Zhaojiang to get your brother out, I'll forgive you!"
"mom!"
"Are you going or not?" Chen Li suddenly sat up, glaring at her fiercely. "If you don't go, I won't get treatment! If I die, it'll be because you angered me to death!"
Song Wan looked at her, trying her best to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ha, you're a big writer now!" Chen Li sneered. "If word got out that you'd caused your mother's death by anger, I wonder who would still buy your books!"
Song Wan trembled all over, a chill creeping up from the bottom of her heart.
In her memory, she seemed to have never experienced any family affection or warmth. Her mother gave all her limited maternal love to Song Huai, and only a tiny bit to Song Xi. When it came to Song Wan, there was nothing at all.
As a child, Song Wan always thought that her mother didn't like her and that it was her fault. So she tried her best to be obedient and docile, suppressing her true nature. She would do her best to fulfill any request her mother made.
She desperately wanted to gain her mother's approval.
Even when her mother asked her to accompany Lin Zhaojiang in order to pay for her brother's medical treatment, she didn't say a word of objection.
Looking back now, it really seems absurd.
It turns out that there really are mothers in this world who don't love their own children...
"Mom," Song Wan said, forcing herself to remain calm, "You can't be unreasonable! My brother touched something he shouldn't have, he has to go to rehab! He has to be punished! This isn't something I can control!"
"Besides, he was the one who told Linna about my whereabouts back then, he's the one who got me into trouble..."
"It's just that child!" Chen Li screamed like a madwoman, "An unborn little brat, is he more important than your brother?"
Song Wan instantly became hysterical: "How could you say that? That's my child!"
"I not only miscarried, I almost died! Mom, can't you be fair?!"
Her appearance startled Chen Li, who stared at her blankly for a long time before her attitude softened.
“Yes… your brother was wrong, and I’ve already scolded him! Do you really have to hold a grudge for the rest of your life?” Chen Li pouted. “Looking at it from another angle, I actually think your brother helped you! You and Lin Zhaojiang have no legal relationship, to put it bluntly, you’re just his plaything… How are you going to raise his child? Won’t people gossip about you? If you ask me, it’s better that the child is gone…”
"Shut up—"
Unable to bear it any longer, Song Wan suddenly lost her temper and smashed the glass in her hand on the ground, shards flying everywhere.
Chen Li stared at her in shock. The daughter in front of her was no longer the submissive little rabbit. Her bloodshot eyes looked as if she wanted to kill her mother.
"You...you're not even human!" Song Wan's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. "You don't deserve to be a mother!"
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