Shen Yanming took the paper bag from Bi Qiaoan and followed Zeng Yiming to the ward.
However, before leaving, Bi Qiaoan handed her phone to Shen Yanming.
"What?" Shen Yanming asked, somewhat puzzled.
"It's okay, you can keep it. Return it to me when you come back," Bi Qiaoan said softly.
Shen Yanming knew something was amiss, but with Zeng Yiming right there, he couldn't ask too many questions. He could only obediently put his phone in his pocket and follow Zeng Yiming into the inpatient department.
The private ward was very clean. Zeng's mother was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on her face, an IV drip in her arm, and an electrocardiogram machine connected to her body.
Her father stayed by her side, reading books and telling her stories.
Her face was so pale it seemed devoid of any color, her eyelids drooping slightly. When she saw Shen Yanming, her lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.
“My mom is saying hello to you. She was so happy when I told her yesterday that my friend was coming to visit her that she barely slept last night,” Zeng Yiming said with a smile.
Shen Yanming nodded, walked to the bedside, and said to Zeng's mother with a smile, "Hello, Auntie, I am Yiming's friend. My name is Shen Yanming. I came here today specifically to visit you. I hope you can recover soon. You must keep fighting. Yiming is still waiting for you to find him a wife."
A slight smile touched Zeng's mother's lips, but tears streamed down her face.
Seeing that Zeng's mother slightly raised her finger and pointed at Zeng Yiming, Shen Yanming said, "Don't worry, I will do my best to help him if he encounters difficulties in the future. But you must also have confidence. Yiming is looking for new treatment methods for you. Only when you are by his side can he feel at ease."
Zeng Yiming quickly stepped forward, took his mother's hand, and said, "Mom, even if it's for my sake, please hang in there, okay? I'll listen to you. As long as you recover, I'll find someone and get married. What do you say?"
Zeng's mother nodded, and Zeng Yiming pressed on, "Mom, actually I've already found a way to save you. We just need to wait a little longer before we can go home."
When Zeng's mother heard her son say this, a glint of light flashed in her eyes. She nodded to indicate that she understood and then closed her eyes.
“My mom is tired,” Zeng Yiming said.
Shen Yanming nodded and left the ward with Zeng Yiming, followed closely by Zeng's father.
Shen Yanming took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and handed it to Zeng Yiming, saying, "There are about thirty pills inside. I got them from a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Shanghai. They are said to be the right medicine for your mother's condition. You can give them to your mother's attending physician to take a look. If there are no problems, then give them to your aunt."
However, I must remind you that this medication can only prevent the condition from worsening; further treatment and care from a doctor are still necessary. Also, I hope you can understand if any unexpected complications arise.
Zeng Yiming nodded, "I know, I know. The doctor said there was no cure because her condition deteriorated too quickly. If it can be controlled, there is still a chance to save her."
We did everything we could to save her. If Mom doesn't make it in the end, that's her fate, and we won't be ungrateful.
Father Zeng wiped away his tears and said, "Little Shen, thank you for running around for us. It's Yiming's good fortune to have you as a friend."
"Don't worry, we discussed it yesterday and agreed to let the old woman try the new medicine. If it works, she might survive; without it, she's doomed."
Father Zeng took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Shen Yanming, saying, "This is a guarantee that Yiming and I signed for you. We know that you must have thought it through before you offered your help, but that's precisely why we don't want you to have any worries."
"Don't worry, as long as the medicine is safe, neither Yiming nor I will blame you, regardless of whether my wife pulls through."
Shen Yanming didn't stand on ceremony. He took the guarantee, glanced at it, and seeing that it was written in great detail, nodded and put it away.
Then she handed the paper bag to Zeng Yiming and said, "There are red dates, millet and brown sugar inside. When Auntie is feeling better, we can make it for her."
The gift box contains two ginseng roots, one fresh and one processed. You can ask the doctor later if Auntie can drink ginseng soup now, and stew the fresh one for her to nourish her. If she can't, find an experienced chef to process it for her.
I thought fresh ginseng had higher nutritional value and was more effective, which is why I asked someone to find it for me. However, fresh ginseng doesn't store well, so I'm afraid it will spoil.
Zeng Yiming quickly opened the box and saw two ginseng roots with intact roots lying inside. He didn't know anything about the age of ginseng, but these two looked very thick and large, so they must not be ordinary.
"Thank you, thank you so much, this gift is really too precious!" Zeng Yiming's voice was a little choked up. He had really experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships during this period.
"It's alright, I'm just glad I could help you!" Shen Yanming patted his shoulder to comfort him.
Looking at the gifts Shen Yanming brought, Zeng's father was also a little excited. He patted his son on the back and said, "Take Xiao Shen to our house for a while. I'll go ask the doctor."
Zeng Yiming nodded, handed the medicine bottle and gift box to his father, and then left with the millet and brown sugar.
"Can your father manage on his own?" Shen Yanming asked.
“My mother’s attending physician is a relative of mine and an expert in the relevant field, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”
Shen Yanming nodded and said no more.
When Shen Yanming drove to Zeng Yiming's house, he was stunned. The house was empty, which was completely different from the Zeng Yiming he remembered.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh," Zeng Yiming said somewhat awkwardly.
"No, no, but I feel like your house shouldn't be like this!" Bi Qiaoan said with a smile.
"My dad used a lot of the household items to buy nutritional supplements for my mom. If you hadn't brought these, my mom probably would have gone hungry," Zeng Yiming said with a hint of helplessness.
"How could that be? Aren't you supposed to have connections?"
"Look, you misunderstand me too!"
To be honest, my family originally had some grain, but in order to let my mother eat something better, my father traded sweet potatoes and corn with others for chickens, ducks, fish, and eggs. The grain was gone in a flash, and we didn't seem to get much good stuff in return.
He probably saw that I was always dealing with things, so he didn't take grain seriously. But he didn't know that what I was dealing with wasn't grain at all.
I'm only good at dealing in fruits and dried fruits, but those are all high-priced and low-yield, and they're not enough to fill my stomach. Of course, the kinds that fill my stomach are not for me anyway.
But my dad didn't know. He didn't tell me anything when he did these things. If he had mentioned it to me, I definitely wouldn't have let him do it. I would have rather just found a way to trade for dried fruit and nuts.
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