Chapter 441 I’m Afraid No One Will Love You in the Future
"Mr. Zhao, Miss An Ran, please come in." Zhou Jian respectfully invited the two in.
Mother Zhou and Old Mrs. Zhou were even more confused.
Both of them turned their eyes to the young girl next to Mr. Zhao.
It turned out to be Meng Anran!
The girl was wearing a simple cotton and linen Taoist robe, simple cloth shoes, and carrying a wooden box.
Her long hair was tied up high, revealing her porcelain-white face.
There is not a trace of worldliness on his body, just like those hermits who live in the mountains in ancient costume dramas.
She has nothing to do with the female entrepreneur who is dressed in gold and silver and acts decisively in the business world!
If they hadn't heard Zhou Jian's name, they would never have recognized that this was Meng Anran!
Meng Anran walked to the bedside and placed the medicine box on the bedside table.
Zhou Jian tactfully brought two chairs.
After sitting down, Meng Anran observed Mrs. Zhou's complexion and felt her pulse. The basic condition was consistent with the hospital's examination report.
She described the pulse condition in detail to her master and gave her own analysis.
Zhao Ci Zheng also took Mrs. Zhou's pulse and was very satisfied with his apprentice's analysis.
The master and disciple were discussing something, and the three members of the Zhou family were watching in confusion, and no one dared to interrupt.
After a while, Zhao Cizheng said to Old Madam Zhou, "Your health needs to be healed slowly. The big city has too many worldly disturbances, which can easily make you overthink. It's not suitable for rest and recuperation. It's best to move to a place with fresh air to recuperate."
Zhou Jian asked in surprise: "Mr. Zhao, do you mean that my grandma's illness can be cured?"
Meng Anran continued, "Mrs. Zhou is very old and has heart failure, so it's difficult for her to fully recover. But Chinese medicine can slow down the progression of her condition and keep her in a good mood. When her spirit is better, her body will be better."
Zhou Jian was delighted and excited.
He knew that his grandmother would leave him one day, but he hoped that day would come later.
According to Meng Anran, if grandma recovers, she might be able to accompany him year after year!
Mother Zhou excitedly shook Zhao Cizheng's hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for coming out of retirement. I will definitely come to your house someday with a generous gift to express my gratitude!"
"No need." Zhao Cizheng pulled back her hand, her expression cold. "If my little disciple hadn't begged me desperately, I wouldn't have come!"
Meng Anran: “…”
What a proud master.
I'm so happy to be able to save people!
You said I begged you desperately, so that's it.
After Mr. Zhao reminded her, Zhou's mother remembered what was reported last year: Meng Anran was Mr. Zhao's apprentice!
Mother Zhou's eyes lit up as she cast a radiant glance at Meng Anran. "Ms. Anran, thank you! If you're willing, you can get a share of the Zhou family's current projects, or even shares in the jewelry company..."
"Stop!" Meng Anran was ashamed. It was true that like mother, like son!
Why is it that every time I see her, she talks about various projects and shares?
She admitted that she was a profit-driven businessman, but when she put on this Taoist robe, she was just a simple doctor.
Why do people always want to bribe her?
"Let's talk business if it's not about business. If it's not about business, let's not talk about it." She frowned slightly, looking helpless.
"Ya Tang has its own rules. Practicing medicine and saving lives is our duty, and we must not seek personal gain. Consultation fees and medicine will be charged according to the standard fee, and no other gifts of thanks are necessary."
Seeing that she was very principled, Zhou's mother agreed reluctantly.
No matter what, Meng Anran did help the Zhou family a lot.
If you don't accept the gift, the Zhou family can repay the favor in other ways in the future.
The knock on the door suddenly broke the balance in the ward.
A few people turned around and saw a doctor in a white coat poking his head in. He looked cautious and didn't seem like he was here to examine Old Mrs. Zhou.
"Excuse me," the doctor said, "Could you please chat with me for a moment, Mr. Zhao?"
Meng Anran understood instantly.
It should be that someone from the hospital's Traditional Chinese Medicine Department received the news and knew that Mr. Zhao had come to the hospital, so he came over to ask for advice.
She looked at Zhao Ci Zheng, waiting for her master's decision.
Since they are both doctors and have a sincere heart for traditional Chinese medicine, Zhao Cizhen is naturally happy to go over and give some pointers.
Seeing that the two were about to go out, Zhou Jian suddenly grabbed Meng Anran's wrist.
She looked back at him in confusion.
Zhou Jian quickly let go of her hand, looking embarrassed. "Well, I have a favor to ask."
"Tell me about it." Meng Anran stood there patiently.
"Look, there's a pitiful little girl in the hospital. She lives with her mother, but her mother has breast cancer. I'd like you to come over and take a look."
Meng Anran pondered for a moment, then turned to Zhao Cizheng and said, "Master, why don't you go with them to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I'll go see that little girl with Zhou Jian first."
Zhao Ci Zheng knew that his disciple had other plans, so he agreed.
Zhou Jian led Meng Anran to the elevator.
The little girl he was talking about was the girl named Wu Yu whom he accidentally bumped into two days ago.
After leaving the ICU that day, he asked around at the nurses' station.
It was learned that Wu Yu's father died in a truck accident three years ago, and she and her mother depended on each other for survival.
Wu's mother raised the child alone. She had to pay for rent, water, electricity, food, daily necessities, tuition and daily expenses. She worked day and night and had no money to see a doctor when she had health problems.
It was not until she fainted downstairs in the community and was brought to the hospital by her neighbors that she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and it was already in the late stage.
Wu Yu was only seven years old. He had lost his father and was about to lose his mother.
Zhou Jian felt sorry for her. Since they met, it was fate. He wanted to help her, so he paid for Wu's mother's medical expenses and hospitalization fees.
But the cancer is in the late stage...
He wanted to ask Meng Anran if there was any solution.
"I can tell you very clearly that traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure malignant tumors. It can only assist in alleviating the side effects of chemotherapy," said Meng Anran.
Traditional Chinese medicine always has its limitations. This is not a novel or a TV drama where you can bring the dead back to life with a few silver needles.
If it were really that powerful, it would not have developed into modern medicine. All Chinese doctors should just inherit traditional Chinese medicine.
Why rely on those technological instruments?
Zhou Jian clenched his fists. Wu Yu's plight moved him to sympathize. He asked unwillingly, "Is there really no other way?"
"Even if Hua Tuo were here, there's nothing he can do." Meng Anran said with certainty, "You should know very well that money can't buy longevity. If you miss the best time for treatment, even gods can't save you."
She couldn't help Wu Yu's mother, but she could help Wu Yu.
That's why she agreed to come and see Zhou.
Arrived at the door of Wu’s mother’s ward.
Through the transparent panel on the door, you can see Wu Yu sleeping on the edge of the bed.
Mother Wu's face was pale, her cheeks were emaciated, and she looked extremely thin.
But his eyes were full of love and tenderness as he gently stroked his daughter's head.
Suddenly, she burst into tears silently, with endless sorrow in her eyes.
My child, you are only seven years old.
I'm so afraid that after I'm gone, no one will love you.
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