"I'll find a caregiver; Grandma Wang has no one to look after her at night," Ye Qingqing explained.
Hearing the old man's voice from inside the house, Sister Wang blushed even more, feeling a touch of emotion, and called out, "Old Ma!"
Grandpa Ma responded and waved to Ye Qingqing, saying, "Don't bother looking for it. I'm free, I'll take care of it. Don't waste your money."
Many caregivers take the money but don't take good care of people. They take advantage of the fact that the elderly are sick and unable to move, taking the nutritional supplements and fruits home for themselves, and not cleaning the patient's body in time. Grandpa Ma had already inquired about this, so he couldn't rest easy.
Ye Qingqing looked at him in surprise and whispered, "Grandpa Ma, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you."
It's not like I can just stand by and watch; I have to wipe his body every day. How could Grandpa Ma do that?
Grandpa Ma then realized what had happened, his face flushed red. He had forgotten about this and had embarrassed himself in front of the young girl.
"Then go find one, and I'll supervise from the side."
Grandpa Ma had another idea: he'd keep an eye on things, and nothing bad would happen.
Ye Qingqing smiled and pursed her lips. If there hadn't been some shady dealings between Grandpa Ma and Sister Wang before, she would have twisted her head off and sat down.
Caregivers are easy to find. There are many caregivers competing for the job at the hospital entrance. As soon as someone comes out of the inpatient department, people will surround them and ask if they need a caregiver. Even now that it's dark, there are still quite a few, both men and women, and they are all quite old.
"I'm cheap, only fifty yuan a day. I've been doing this for five or six years, so I'm definitely experienced."
"I only need forty yuan, and I have three years of experience."
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Ye Qingqing was surrounded by several middle-aged women, her ears ringing. These women were all vying to promote themselves, praising themselves to the skies, but Ye Qingqing wasn't interested. These women were all seasoned veterans and didn't care much.
She glanced at another woman who seemed somewhat embarrassed. She was younger than the others, around forty years old, and dressed rather plainly, though neatly. She exuded a more rustic and shy air than the others, suggesting that this woman had just arrived in the city.
"Have you ever worked as a caregiver before?" Ye Qingqing waved to the woman.
The woman came over with a pleasant surprise, nervously wringing her hands, and speaking with a heavy Anhui accent, "I've never done it, but my mother-in-law has been paralyzed for eight years, and I've been taking care of her all along. She hasn't developed bedsores in eight years."
Ye Qingqing noticed an inconspicuous little white flower pinned to the woman's hair. It seemed that this paralyzed old woman had passed away not long ago. Ye Qingqing was quite satisfied with this woman; she seemed to be a kind-hearted person who wouldn't do anything malicious behind someone's back.
“You’ll need to take care of me day and night, for at most a week. I’ll pay you fifty yuan a day. Are you willing to do it?” Ye Qingqing asked.
"Yes, I'm willing. I'll definitely take good care of him."
Women are easily pleased. She'd be happy with even thirty yuan, let alone fifty. Her child is taking the college entrance exam next year, so she needs to save more money.
She originally thought it would be easy to make money in the city, but after arriving, she realized that someone like her, who had no skills, no education, and was too old, couldn't find a good job at all. She only came to the hospital to try her luck because of the advice of her fellow villagers, but they all wanted experienced people, and she didn't know how to talk, so she waited for several days without anyone looking for her.
Tonight, it's as if the Bodhisattva has opened his eyes.
Amidst the envious gazes of a group of people, Ye Qingqing took the woman back to Sister Wang's place. On the way, she learned that the woman's surname was Lu, her husband was a farmer in the countryside, and her mother-in-law had passed away a month ago.
Seeing that Sister Wang was clean and tidy, and didn't need 24-hour care, and could even sleep in a small bed at night with a private bathroom, Aunt Lu felt that the fifty yuan was like free money and was very grateful. She was determined to take good care of Sister Wang.
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