Chapter 162 Which Hospital
Pei Yu went to the hospital's 24-hour convenience store and bought warm milk and a simple sandwich. When he returned to the ward, he gently placed them on the cabinet next to Ji Wanqing.
"Eat a little bit, you need energy."
Ji Wanqing looked up at the dark circles under his eyes and the weariness he couldn't hide, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Gratitude, guilt, and worry were intertwined.
"Dr. Pei... really, thank you so much. You've been busy all day, and still..."
Her voice was hoarse and had a heavy nasal tone.
“No need to keep saying thank you,” Pei Yu interrupted her calmly. “I’m your mother’s attending physician; it’s my duty.”
He paused, his gaze falling on Ji's mother. "Moreover, I am quite familiar with her situation. Primary cardiac lymphoma itself carries a high risk of recurrence and progression. Although this incident was dangerous, fortunately, it was treated in time."
"Are you still going to work today? You should go and rest... I can manage on my own." Ji Wanqing stood up and urged him.
“Okay.” Pei Yu walked to the bedside and carefully checked the data on the monitor. “You can lie down here and take a nap. I’ll ask my colleagues to come and check on you often. It won’t affect the IV drip, it’s fine.”
He has another surgery scheduled for this morning, so he really needs to get some sleep.
Pei Yu helped her sit down. "Remember, stay calm and conserve your energy. If I'm not in the office, find Director Lin."
He gave one last word of advice, took one last deep look at Ji's sleeping mother on the hospital bed, and then turned and left the ward.
He didn't go home to sleep. After saying goodbye to his colleagues, he went to the small room where the doctor was on night duty and took a nap.
She forced herself to eat a few bites of the sandwich and drink half a glass of milk. Her stomach felt warm, and her tense nerves seemed to relax a little.
She held her mother's hand, the one without the IV drip, and felt a pang of heartache at its icy temperature.
"Mom, you must take good care of yourself..." she murmured softly, tears blurring her vision again, but this time, she did not let herself drown in tears.
She remembered Pei Yu's words, and she remembered that her mother still needed her; she had to hold on.
She took out her phone and posted an announcement in the fan group, saying that her mother was sick and hospitalized for the past two days and she would not be able to broadcast for the time being. After that, she didn't look at her phone anymore and fell asleep on the hospital bed.
She sent the message at five or six in the morning, and by the time she woke up, it was already broad daylight.
She looked up at the IV drip bottle, just as the nurse walked in. "You're awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
Ji Wanqing noticed that the medicine bottle was still half full. It wasn't time for rounds yet, so the nurse was probably coming over to check on her medication.
She quickly stood up, her face full of sincerity, "No, no, I'll be fine after a rest. Thank you. I'll take care of things myself from now on; you're all very busy."
"Okay, just press the call button if you need anything." The nurse readily agreed, gave her a smile, and left.
That look in his eyes... seemed to have a hint of gossip.
Ji Wanqing didn't think much of it. She took out her phone and checked it; it was flooded with messages.
Don't bark. [What happened? Is it serious? Do you need help?]
Finish line [Which hospital?]
[Sister! How is Auntie? Does she need any help? What illness does she have? Maybe I can help you find a specialist.]
A down-to-earth, wealthy woman: "Don't be afraid, baby! I know some good doctors. Which department do you work for? Which hospital? Contact me immediately if you need anything."
Kiyono: [Just ask if you need anything, I'm always here.]
Blank space [Transfer 200,000]
[Keep this blank; contact me anytime.]
Miao Bu Er [I heard your mom is sick? Taking a two-day break from broadcasting isn't a big deal, don't put too much pressure on yourself.]
Ji Wanqing rubbed her sore eyes and replied to each of them, without telling them which hospital it was.
The person on the other end was very understanding and didn't ask any further questions, knowing that she must be very busy at this time.
Only with the blank message did Ji Wanqing hesitate for a moment before deciding not to accept the money.
She's saved up quite a bit of money from live streaming recently, which is more than enough to cover her hospital bills.
If I were to accept another 200,000 yuan privately, I'm really afraid I wouldn't be able to sort out all these relationships.
SunnyTuanTuan: [Thank you, Brother Blank. I really can't accept this money, but I appreciate your kind gesture.]
Blank: [Okay, find a caregiver to help you. You can't manage alone.]
The other party didn't persist, and Ji Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt quite lucky; although these guys liked her, they also respected her.
I never pressured her because she received so many gifts.
She thanked her and called the housekeeper who usually cooks at home, wanting to discuss whether she could come to the hospital to help take care of the patient for a while and offer her a raise.
Rather than finding someone else, she has had more contact with this aunt, Ji Wanqing, who is a very honest person, and she would feel more at ease having her take care of her mother.
They readily agreed, saying they didn't usually have anything to do.
Ji Wanqing made an appointment with her: she would take care of her during the day, and Ji Wanqing would take care of her at night.
Once her mother gets a little better, she will continue to do live streams. She gets very anxious if she doesn't earn any income for a day.
After arranging everything, she replied to everyone in the fan group.
Sunny Tuantuan: [Thank you everyone for your concern. I'm stable for now. I'm staying at the hospital, but don't worry, I'll be back to streaming as soon as I'm done here.]
After everything was finished, Ji Wanqing suddenly realized that Brother Lonely Island had appeared but hadn't said anything in the group chat.
Ji Wanqing thought that he was probably quite busy in real life.
Putting down her phone, Ji Wanqing refocused her attention on her mother.
She carefully moistened her mother's dry lips with a cotton swab dipped in water and adjusted the corner of the blanket.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the cold floor.
The wait was agonizing, during which the nurses came in to check on me and record data, their attitude gentle and professional.
Ji Wanqing knew that Pei Yu might have put in a good word for her, and her gratitude towards him deepened even further.
Just then, another message came in from "Don't Bark".
[My mom found out about this and said she wants to come and see. Could you tell me which hospital it is?]
Ji Wanqing glanced at the person on the hospital bed, and finally gave the address to Biefei.
At noon, Ji's mother briefly woke up, still somewhat dazed. She recognized Ji Wanqing, weakly managed a smile, and whispered, "Don't be afraid," before drifting back to sleep.
But this brief moment of lucidity was enough to provide Ji Wanqing with immense comfort as her spirit teetered on the brink of collapse.
In the afternoon, Pei Yu appeared at the ward door again. He had changed out of his surgical gown and was wearing a simple shirt and trousers. His face showed the fatigue of high-intensity work, but his eyes were still clear.
“The MDT just ended.” He walked to the bedside, checked on Ji’s mother’s condition, and then said to Ji Wanqing, “The discussion concluded that, given the severe pressure the tumor is putting on the heart and the possibility that the previous chemotherapy regimen has developed some resistance, it is recommended to perform surgery as soon as possible to remove most of the tumor tissue and relieve the pressure. After the surgery, a subsequent radiotherapy, chemotherapy, or targeted therapy plan will be formulated based on the pathology results and recovery status.”
Surgery… Ji Wanqing’s heart sank.
The risks of heart surgery are self-evident.
Pei Yu seemed to see through her fear and continued to calmly analyze, "Surgery has risks, but it is currently the most direct and effective way to relieve the pressure. I will be the surgeon, and we have assessed the success rate. Of course, the final decision rests with you, the family."
He produced several informed consent forms, which detailed the surgical plan, risks, and possible aftereffects.
"You need to read this carefully. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. If you agree, sign it as soon as possible so we can schedule the surgery. The sooner the better."
Just then, there was a knock on the ward door.
Ji Wanqing and Pei Yu turned their heads at the same time and saw the person at the door. Pei Yu frowned slightly.
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