When they arrived at the factory hospital, Song Ma had already woken up.
"Doctor, doctor, help!" Mr. Song shouted anxiously.
The doctor and nurses rushed over, and when they saw that Song Ma was awake, they said rather unfriendly, "It's nothing!"
The doctors and nurses at the commune and county hospital were all very easygoing and warm-hearted; this was the first time Song Yan had ever encountered such an attitude.
After taking his blood pressure and temperature, the doctor performed a brief physical examination and wrote a prescription. The nurse slammed the prescription in front of Mr. Song and said, "Go pay and get your medicine!" Her displeasure was practically written all over her face.
Song's father probably doesn't have any money.
Song Yan: "Nurse, my mother has such a high fever, can we give her the medicine first? We'll go pay right away."
Hearing this, the nurse immediately became furious. "That's what he said when he brought the patient in the day before yesterday. But when your old lady came, she didn't give a single penny. She even said your family member wasn't sick at all, and that we were just prescribing random medications to make money! That money was paid by the nurses and doctors on duty!"
Mr. Song looked extremely embarrassed, "I, I..."
Song Yan silently took the prescription and turned to pay, but his clothes were tugged at. Song's mother was very weak. "I just have a cold. I'll be fine if I drink more water when I get home."
Song Yan patted her hand, "Don't worry! I'm here!"
Song Yan paid the money and picked up the medicine, while Song's father was still standing there with a flushed face.
Perhaps feeling embarrassed about spending his daughter's money, he said hesitantly, "I'll ask your grandma for the money when I get back."
“My uncle can pull money out of his pocket, my aunt can pull money out of her pocket, and so can my cousin. Even my third uncle, who doesn’t earn money, has money in his pocket. Only you don’t. When you were little, other kids’ dads could buy them an ice cream. My dad couldn’t. Why?” Song Yan’s question left Song’s father speechless for a long time. Yes, why?
Song's father's love for his daughter came at the cost of his wife's sacrifice, a kind of love that Song Yan couldn't accept! Moreover, Song Yan felt that this wasn't true love.
When Song Yan first arrived here, she was patient and restrained, but that patience was only temporary; it was impossible for her to be patient and restrained for a lifetime.
Song Yan had a preliminary plan for Song Ma's arrangements, but he wouldn't force Song Ma to make any choices.
Song Yan didn't want her father here right now. "Aren't you at work?"
"Oh dear, I'm late! I..." He turned to run away, but then came back. "I'll bring you lunch."
"Ask my mom for leave!"
Song Yan's coldness had already affected Song's father, and it was making him quite uncomfortable...
Song Yan sent Song Ma's blood sample to the lab. She received an injection to reduce her fever, and the IV fluids have started. We just need to wait for the results.
Song Yan turned and went out again. She quietly went to ask the nurse about the unpaid medication. It turned out that Song's mother had started having a fever the day before yesterday, and Song's father had brought her to see a doctor, saying he didn't have any money. The doctor and nurses had given her the medication. When Song's mother came, she refused to pay, not only refusing to pay but also verbally abusing the doctor and nurses.
Just as Song Yan had guessed.
Song Yan sincerely apologized and explained again that her parents really didn't have a single penny; it was all in her grandmother's hands. She would go back today and beg her grandmother to give her the money for the medicine.
Song Yan is not very old to begin with, and coupled with his aggrieved and anxious appearance, he looks like a pitiful little thing.
They're all paid employees, and they're not young anymore. It's really pitiful that they can't even afford a few cents for medicine.
The machine factory is quite large, and not everyone knows each other. But the doctors and nurses definitely know they are factory workers because they have work IDs. Let them spread the word. Eventually, someone will find out this happened in their own neighborhood.
What impact it will have is unknown, but for Song Yan, it doesn't matter whether it's useful or not. It's just a matter of saying a few more words.
Watching her daughter busy herself for her, Song Ma felt both happy and heartbroken. She felt sorry for her daughter who had suffered so much since childhood, and now that she was married, she received no care or attention from her parents' home. However, judging from her daughter's appearance, she seemed to be doing alright. Song Ma wanted to ask, but she simply didn't have the energy at the moment.
When Song Yan came back, he was carrying a lunchbox of millet porridge and two eggs. "Mom, have something to eat!"
Song Yan helped his mother sit up. "Xiao Yan, don't waste money in the future."
"I know." Song Yan peeled the egg and put it into the rice porridge.
"Xiaoyan, one is enough for me. Besides, I don't really like it, you eat it!"
The original owner had heard her mother say since she was a child, "I don't like to eat it, so you eat it."
Song Yan didn't argue and silently ate an egg. If Song Yan didn't eat, Song's mother wouldn't be at ease.
After eating, Song Ma felt more energetic and carefully asked Song Yan why she had come back, how she was doing in the countryside, whether her husband treated her well, and many other small details. Song Yan patiently answered each question, naturally choosing to say the nice things. She didn't mention He Jianian, who was involved.
I had a simple lunch at the cafeteria: multigrain steamed buns and stir-fried cabbage. The cabbage was only salty. In the spirit of not wasting food, Song Yan finished both the rice and the vegetables. I never want to go to the cafeteria again.
Back in the ward, Song Yan bought Song's mother multigrain steamed buns and stir-fried cabbage.
The patient in the next bed was incredibly envious; how could someone's daughter be so filial? He himself had only bought multigrain steamed buns and hadn't bought any vegetables.
Song Ma ate with relish. Song Yan felt a pang of sadness; there wasn't a trace of oil in the stir-fried cabbage, it was just salty! If it weren't for the crowds and distractions at the hospital, she would have plenty of delicious food in her spatial storage.
You never know when you might run into someone you know at the hospital. If they see Song Ma eating too well and it gets back to Old Mrs. Song, they might think they're easy prey.
She endured it all, watching as Song Ma finished eating the multigrain steamed buns and stir-fried cabbage.
Song's father didn't bring lunch. Neither Song's mother nor Song Yan mentioned it.
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