The next morning, the two got up early, bought breakfast, and went to the hospital.
Since frequent entry and exit from the intensive care unit is not allowed, they only delivered breakfast and bought some daily necessities for Yang Xuechang.
As if overnight, Yang Xuechang lost ten pounds, his cheeks became deeply sunken, and even his black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide his dark circles.
But he was happy.
"Shanshan woke up, knows where she is, and wants to eat."
"Where's the baby? Is the baby alright?" Shen Jingyan was very worried about the fragile little baby.
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"The doctor said there are no problems so far, but the baby is too small and needs to be observed 24 hours a day. Shanshan is too weak to breastfeed, so the baby can only take nutritional supplements now."
Yang Xuechang's hand unconsciously reached for his pocket again. Shen Jingyan knew that the kitten clothes he had bought for his daughter were inside.
Seeing the deep worry on their faces, he forced a smile and said, "The doctor said the baby is very strong. Shanshan and I have discussed it and plan to name the baby Tiantian (Sweetie)."
"What a blissful name."
She said calmly, "Sweetie will definitely be sweet and happy for the rest of her life."
Yang Xuechang and Duan Meishan have endured many hardships along the way, but the birth of their daughter brought them much comfort.
Yang Xuechang didn't dare linger outside for too long. He said goodbye to the two of them and was about to go inside when a woman called out to him.
"You must be Duan Meishan's husband, Yang Xuechang?"
It was Zhu Xiaoqin. She looked haggard, her curly hair was unkempt, and she didn't look as capable as usual.
Yang Xuechang's face quickly darkened.
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Zhu Xiaoqin hesitated for a moment, then took out a bulging envelope from the pocket outside her white coat and handed it to Yang Xuechang.
Yang Xuechang glanced at the envelope expressionlessly, without reaching for it.
He knew it contained money.
Zhu Xiaoqin's arm froze awkwardly in mid-air.
"Are your wife and kids... alright?"
Yang Xuechang gritted his teeth and said, "Thanks to your daughter's mercy, my wife and daughter were saved by the doctors."
Zhu Xiaoqin lowered her head in shame, and it took her a while before she dared to look Yang Xuechang in the eye.
"It's all my fault. I didn't stop Yan Yan in time. She's always had a bad temper and can be impulsive sometimes, but she didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'll make her come and apologize to you in person. Here's five hundred yuan. Your wife and child's hospital expenses have been high. This is a small token of our family's appreciation. Please accept it first, and I'll give you more if it's not enough."
Shen Jingyan sneered inwardly. Even at this point, Zhu Xiaoqin was still defending Zhao Yanyan!
Zhao Yanyan is already an adult, but Zhu Xiaoqin still treats her like a child with a bad temper!
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If it wasn't intentional harm, was it just a joke between children?
Spoiling a child is like killing a child. Zhao Yanyan's current state is inseparable from Zhu Xiaoqin's indulgent education.
Such a person must be severely punished by society!
Despite being desperately short of money, Yang Xuechang stood tall in front of Zhu Xiaoqin.
“Your family should indeed compensate me, but I will not accept your ‘kindness’ privately. As for how much compensation, let the court decide.”
He was knowledgeable and well-versed in the law. If he accepted money from Zhu Xiaoqin privately at this time, the other party would seize on this behavior when they went to court and conclude that he intended to settle the matter privately.
This is very unfavorable to the court's ruling.
After saying that, he turned and left.
In Zhu Xiaoqin's eyes, his back view was extremely resolute and ruthless.
Duan Meishan's plight touched the hearts of the entire Imperial University. Early Monday morning, during the flag-raising ceremony, Xiao Yuanxing addressed all the students, and Jia Chunling brought out a donation box.
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First, professors, teachers, and counselors from various classes at Imperial University donated money.
Among the students, very few were truly wealthy; most came from ordinary families, some even from rural areas, and their family conditions were not as good as Yang Xuechang's. However, everyone was very enthusiastic about donating money.
Some have one or two cents, some have one or two dimes, and some have one or two dollars.
Some people who couldn't afford it donated their meal tickets, food tickets, cloth tickets, and even daily necessities such as washbasins, kettles, soap, towels, and toothbrushes.
In one morning, more than 800 yuan in donations were raised.
Dean Xiao Yuanxing and Jia Chunling delivered the money and daily necessities to the hospital without stopping.
A week later, Duan Meishan's condition stabilized, and she was transferred to a regular ward.
Despite the severe bleeding and cesarean section, her body was still very weak. Shen Jingyan exchanged some tonics such as brown sugar, red dates, and goji berries from her spatial storage and sent them over.
Gu Zhiyun then compiled his week's worth of lessons into notes and gave them to Yang Xuechang.
As soon as the two reached the door of the ward, they heard Yang Xuechang arguing with a middle-aged woman.
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The middle-aged woman was very thin and wore a drab gray jacket. Judging from her eyebrows and eyes, she was Yang Xuechang's mother.
“Xuechang, I heard from the doctor that the child is in the ICU and needs some kind of nutritional supplement every day, which costs eighty yuan a day. Good heavens, your father and I work hard for a month and only earn a little over thirty yuan. You and Shanshan have no income. Even if we had a mountain of gold, we couldn't afford to support him…”
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