“We’ll transfer the money tomorrow, not a penny less.” The eldest son blushed with embarrassment and couldn’t lift his head. He was worried that this mess would cause trouble at his hospital and affect his professional title evaluation.
"Money is a small matter. Please don't upset Grandma Wang anymore. Besides, Grandma Wang is in poor health, so you need to make sure she gets enough nutrition. Make sure she has fish soup and millet porridge. Don't think about taking the easy way out and buying it from the cafeteria."
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but remind them that if she said it in front of so many people, those four heartless children wouldn't dare to deal with her so casually.
"Definitely not."
The eldest son gritted his teeth and made a promise. He looked at his three younger siblings, and with a sudden thought, he deliberately said, "The four of us siblings will definitely take turns making the soup."
Hmph, none of you are getting away with this!
Ye Qingqing curled the corners of her mouth. This eldest son was extremely hypocritical. He wanted the authority of the eldest brother but was unwilling to take on the responsibilities. He was quicker to take the benefits than anyone else, but when it came to contributing effort and money, he only thought about splitting the costs equally among the four siblings. No wonder the three younger ones were dissatisfied.
However, none of these four siblings are good people; they're all cut from the same cloth.
"Qingqing, it's time to go home."
Gu Nianci put away the thermos and called Ye Qingqing home. When she passed the four siblings, she couldn't help but stop and said earnestly, "Your mother is so old, every day she lives is one less day she has left. If you don't take care of her, you will definitely regret it later."
Shaking her head and sighing, Gu Nianci left the ward. Her previous prejudices against Sister Wang had long since vanished, leaving only sympathy and pity.
Compared to the unfortunate Sister Wang, Gu Nianci was even more fortunate to have two filial sons. Even though her granddaughter often teased her, she would protect her when it mattered. Her life was much happier than Sister Wang's.
Ye Qingqing followed behind and left the ward. The other onlookers dispersed. The four siblings stood in the ward for a long time without saying a word, their faces ashen. Only they knew what they were thinking.
"Young lady, please wait a moment."
Someone called out to Ye Qingqing. It was the attending physician from earlier. After giving Sister Wang a systematic examination, he was even more impressed by Ye Qingqing's medical skills. With just a few gold needles, she had turned the tide and saved critically ill patients twice in a row. The effect was truly astonishing.
"My surname is Guan. I am the director of the Department of Cardiac Surgery at this hospital and also the vice president of the National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine (fabricated). This is my business card."
Director Guan handed over a business card, which Ye Qingqing accepted with both hands. She had heard of the Xinglin Association, which was said to be a non-governmental association, but only big shots could join. It didn't distinguish between Chinese and Western medicine; as long as a doctor was a good doctor who dedicated himself to healing, he could join the association. However, the review process was very strict, and ordinary people were definitely not qualified to join.
The business card is pure white, very simple, with black lettering on a white background.
"Guan Yongqing, Vice President of the China Medical Association".
Ye Qingqing's expression became even more respectful. She had long heard of Guan Yongqing's great name; he was a renowned cardiac surgeon. She never expected that the middle-aged man in front of her would be so ordinary-looking, even a bit rustic, not very tall, and with dark skin, looking more like a farmer working in the fields. But in fact, he was an expert who had saved countless lives.
"Hello Professor Guan, my name is Ye Qingqing, and I am a second-year student in clinical medicine at Pingjiang Medical University."
Ye Qingqing also introduced herself, and wondered why Guan Yongqing had stopped her.
Was it because she was too sharp-tongued just now that Professor Guan wanted to teach her a lesson?
Ye Qingqing blushed. She should have scolded them more gently, but she didn't regret it. Those unfilial children deserved to be scolded.
Guan Yongqing asked with a smile, "Are you that little miracle doctor who can cure late-stage cancer?"
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