"I've never met such a heartless person before, and you're a mother, for goodness' sake!"
"Poor child, he cannot rest in peace even in death."
"Putting aside the fact that late-stage epilepsy is incurable, how can you face your poor daughter?"
"How could a mother use her own child's remains as a bargaining chip?!"
Naturally, some of the onlookers were indignant.
But this did not change the girl's mother's mind.
The girl's mother hysterically waved her arms, pushing away the people who were pulling her up, shouting, "She's my daughter! I have the right to dispose of her body as I please! What's it to you?!"
The sudden accident alarmed the hospital director.
The dean, with his gray hair, stood at a distance.
Dean: "..." What's going on here? One problem after another!
Even if the dean wanted to settle things peacefully.
But he couldn't withstand the girl's mother's unreasonable demands.
Compensation is easy to discuss, but even a miracle worker couldn't completely cure epilepsy.
Doctors, nurses, and even police officers were at a loss with the girl's mother. As a family member of the deceased, she certainly had the right to handle the body. The girl's mother was immoral, but she had not broken the law.
If the girl did not commit suicide, the police could still intervene and stop her by force using the law.
But the girl committed suicide.
They could also use the "disturbing the peace" tactic to lure the girl's mother away, but that's only a temporary solution.
Just as chaos erupted in the hospital lobby.
Yan Jiu's voice came from the back: "Put aside your desire to help others, respect the fate of others. Don't worry, she will soon have no chance to discuss human shame and moral bottom lines."
Perhaps Yan Jiu's cold words were too out of place, because they reached the girl's mother's ears.
The girl's mother immediately shut up.
She looked at Yan Jiu as if she were looking at a demon; she hadn't forgotten that it was Yan Jiu who told her she had epilepsy.
The girl's mother sat on the ground and backed away.
A chill ran up from the soles of my feet.
On one hand, she wanted to curse Yan Jiu, but on the other hand, she didn't dare to look at Yan Jiu's face.
Several young people suddenly spoke up.
"You...you're Jiu...the anchor!?"
"I have a bad feeling."
"Listen to these familiar words."
"Is the auntie going to die?!"
The young men looked around.
The real, living Master Jiu!
Let them see!
Many people couldn't keep up with the thought process of these young people, and they looked completely bewildered.
Just then.
The girl's mother suddenly lost consciousness, collapsed to the ground, convulsed, rolled her eyes, and foamed at the mouth.
A doctor quickly stepped forward, unbuttoned the girl's mother's clothes, and laid her flat on the ground.
"The patient suddenly developed an acute epileptic seizure."
"Go get sodium valproate and clonazepam."
"No, prepare for surgery!"
Yan Jiu replied, "There's no need to save him."
The air fell silent for a moment.
When everyone saw Yan Jiu, their hearts sank, and they all thought the same thing: Why does this person have eyes that look like they're looking at dead people?
Then.
Disagreements arose one after another.
"How can you have no compassion at all?"
"Exactly, it's still a human life."
"Does she have a grudge against you?"
"A girl who's so cold-hearted might never get married!"
"Has everyone lost their memory? Don't you know what kind of person this woman was just now?"
"The young girl is also a person of strong character."
Just then.
The girl's mother accidentally bit her tongue while the doctor was preventing her from biting it.
Then.
The secretions and blood caused airway obstruction, and the girl's mother stopped moving and eventually suffocated to death.
The attending physician sat dejectedly on the ground, shaking his head at the hospital director, his colleagues, and those around him.
Everyone turned to look at Yan Jiu.
They discovered that Yan Jiu was nowhere to be seen.
The dean was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
I feel terrible.
He couldn't care less about suppressing public opinion right now; he really wanted to ask Yan Jiu how she knew a patient's epileptic seizure could lead to death.
When he returned to the dean's office.
That thought abruptly ended, replaced by the question of why Yan Jiu was at his door.
now.
Yan Jiu was fiddling with her phone with her head down, and the phone kept giving her notification sounds like "can't afford it" or "pass".
Dean: "..." Uh, should I go over and excuse myself?
Yan Jiu relieved the dean of this trouble.
She turned to the side.
The overly familiar man asked, "You're back?"
Dean: "..." The last time I was this speechless was the last time.
Yan Jiu did not want to embarrass the dean.
I followed the person into the office.
He very naturally gestured for the dean to sit wherever he pleased.
The dean's aged face grew increasingly silent, even the wrinkles revealing a sense of speechless grief.
Yan Jiu walked to the window: "This office has a good view; it overlooks the entire hospital."
The dean finally spoke: "Who are you?"
Yan Jiu blinked: "I'm Yan Jiu. Don't you remember me? You held me when I was born."
This was the first time in her two lives that she had met the dean.
Yet they were able to act as if they were very familiar with it.
The dean rubbed his temples: "Do you dare swear to God and repeat the nonsense you just uttered?"
Yan Jiu became more reserved: "Did the Dean have dinner today?"
The dean was a little confused by Yan Jiu's train of thought: "Huh?"
Yan Jiu blinked and gave a friendly reminder: "If you haven't eaten, hurry up and find something to eat. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat after I tell you why I came."
Dean: "..." You can't just stay silent.
Yan Jiu said that was absolutely not possible.
She watched as the dean gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
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