Chapter 37 Yi Lanjia is like chewing a flower.
Lan Jia had never given birth before, and her knowledge of that subject was limited to popular science books and movies.
In reality, it's a matter of life and death, and she was the first to discover it, so she had an invisible responsibility. Even if she appeared calm at this moment, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Knowing she couldn't handle this situation, she hurriedly found Xu Xinwen's phone, turned on the screen, and handed it to her, saying, "Sister Xinwen, this is too dangerous. I have to contact your family right away."
The contractions started hurting in waves. Xu Xinwen's face was as white as paper. She pressed her phone with a wet hand, "No need, just take me to the hospital. I can manage on my own."
"How can this be? How can someone be there for something like this?" Lan Jia almost shouted anxiously.
"Make way! Make way!" The siren of an ambulance came from downstairs, followed by Song Qingqu's shout. Soon after, he rushed over with two medical staff carrying a stretcher.
Seeing that the person was about to be carried away, Lan Jia held her hand tightly.
"Sister Xinwen, please tell me who I should contact?"
Xu Xinwen also held her hand, but turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, "No need to look anymore, there are no family members."
Lan Jia felt a bang above her head and froze on the spot.
With the help of several people, the pregnant woman was safely put into the ambulance. Just as the door was about to close, Lan Jia's legs followed uncontrollably, but her arm was pulled back by someone.
"Are you going?" Song Qingqu asked her anxiously.
Lan Jia was on edge. She turned around and asked, "Please ask the producer for leave for me. Can you handle the rest of the work?"
“I can do it, you go.” Besides him, there was another assistant in the costume department.
Both of them nodded, completely trusting each other.
Song Qingqu let go of Lan Jia's hand and watched as Lan Jia got into the car and drove away, honking the horn all the way.
Seeing this, Zuo Tai, who had been waiting nearby, made a phone call and started his car to follow.
Following the principle of proximity, the ambulance quickly took the person to a nearby hospital. When the medical staff arrived, Xu Xinwen was already somewhat delirious. Lan Jia followed along, quickly explaining the basic situation to the doctor. After running for a while, she watched as the person was taken into the emergency room before being stopped at the door. She was panting heavily and bent over, and it took her a long time to recover.
Sitting down in the waiting area, the cold stainless steel chair pressed against her skin, sending a strange shiver down her spine. Her knee injury hadn't healed, and the kneeling and running had left it burning with pain, but Lan Jia couldn't care less about the pain at that moment.
The air conditioning was too strong, and the chilly coolness seeped into my pores. The walls were deathly white, the floors were deathly white, and the incandescent lights were deathly white. In this endless whiteness, even a mosquito flying by or a strand of hair landing on the ground had nowhere to hide.
Lan Jia sniffed the clean, dry smell of disinfectant, her hands twisting nervously.
She has always been afraid of hospitals, but few people know this. As a child, she spent a long time lying in a hospital bed. After she was able to walk, she was forcibly confined for a long time, spending her days wandering around similar white corridors, like being lost in a maze.
No one dared to mention the car accident in front of her, perhaps out of pity. But how could she not know that beneath the floor she was stepping on, layer by layer, lay the morgue, where her parents' gruesome bodies lay.
Like her, they were trapped here, unable to be buried. The yellowish rain outside the window poured down relentlessly, as if it were the end of the world, the end of the Yi family, and everyone was busy trying to salvage the situation. It seemed that in the eyes of the family's profit-driven leaders, whether the dead could rest in peace was not a top priority.
Even though it was her own flesh and blood.
The emergency room door opened, and Lan Jia looked up like a startled bird, got up, and quickly went over.
"Family member?" The doctor wearing a mask looked up at her.
Lan Jia shook her head and added, "They're colleagues."
"We can't contact the family members, it's a difficult situation."
She heard the doctor whisper something like that.
"Is it serious? Is she alright?" Lan Jia asked anxiously.
"The mother's condition is not good, the placenta has abrupted, and there is bleeding. The longer it is delayed, the more dangerous it will be. Surgery should be performed as soon as possible."
She listened to the doctor talk about a lot of medical jargon and serious consequences, and felt dizzy and almost unable to stand.
"This is the informed consent form for the surgery, take a look." The doctor handed over a blue clipboard.
Lan Jia was surprised; she wasn't a close relative, so it wasn't her place to sign.
"Before losing consciousness, the mother had explicitly authorized someone other than a family member to sign on her behalf."
She took it, flipped through it, and saw that there were many pages. She didn't quite understand them. The doctor's glasses were reflecting light, and he handed her a pen, implying that he was urging her to hurry.
Lan Jia gripped the pen tightly, feeling both anxious and fearful. Under this double pressure, her head was spinning.
A human life was at stake; could she really make that decision? Could she bear the subsequent risks? But inside was Xu Xinwen, whose life hung by a thread. If she hesitated any longer, what if she and her child missed the best time for treatment? She would feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Lan Jia stared intently at the signature line, her heart pounding. Her hand trembled as she was about to write when she heard voices behind her:
"Young Miss."
She was startled unconsciously, and stiffly turned her head to see two well-dressed elites approaching one after the other.
The man at the head of the group looked familiar, with a cold and aloof appearance; he was Lu Yan, another assistant to Meng Cenjun. She also remembered the person behind him; it was Lawyer Qin, Qin Ke, who had bailed her out of the police station last time.
"Brother Yan, is that Lawyer Qin?"
Qin Lu nodded to her, strode over, took the paper and pen from her hand, and said to the doctor in a businesslike tone, "We have no legal rights or obligations to the patient. In an emergency where we cannot contact the family, emergency medical measures should be implemented with the approval of the head of the medical institution..."
Lu Yan gestured for Lan Jia to go to the other side to talk.
"How did you get here?" she asked in surprise. After all, they arrived so quickly.
"As instructed by General Manager Meng, we need to ensure that your rights are not infringed."
As his name suggests, Lu Yan said to her with a serious face, "Miss, you must be careful when signing autographs in the future."
"The risks of surgery are unpredictable. If an accident or failure occurs, you are very likely to get involved in subsequent disputes, which will damage your reputation."
Lan Jia slumped back into her chair, hunching over and burying her face in her hands.
"I see."
Her voice was tired and weak, and she felt a mix of emotions.
Belatedly realizing how foolish she had been, she understood that she didn't even know the other person's medical history or allergies, so how could she have dared to sign on her behalf? On the other hand, Xu Xinwen knew that only she had come along, and since she had given the instruction, it meant she completely trusted her. If she knew that she had refused to sign, wouldn't she feel utterly betrayed? Thinking even more darkly, when she was interrupted earlier, she had shamefully breathed a sigh of relief. With a lawyer speaking up for her, she could finally legitimately avoid taking responsibility.
She's just that kind of timid person.
He's not smart, he lacks talent, he acts impulsively and hot-headedly, and he can't even be a good person properly.
If she hadn't been born into the Yi family, with no money, no connections, no inheritance, no Meng Cenjun to clean up her messes, and no one to protect her, she wouldn't be able to do anything right; she would be nothing...
It was so cold, so cold that she trembled all over. A surge of intense anger and resentment rushed to her head like strong acid, so strong it contorted her face and made her veins bulge. Lan Jia hunched over, trembling like a leaf, then suddenly stood up abruptly and stumbled out.
"Young Miss!"
Lu Yan and Qin Ke turned around at the same time, and exclaimed in surprise.
Neither of them went forward to stop them. Instead, they skillfully took out their phones and called Zuo Tai, who was waiting at the hospital entrance.
Lan Jia ran down the long corridor, quickly squeezed into the elevator, pressed the buttons with trembling hands, waited anxiously, her heart pounding wildly. When the doors opened, she rushed out recklessly.
Escape, escape, escape this cage, the wind whistling in my ears.
Lan Jia felt dizzy and before she could see what was happening, she felt her wrist suddenly being tightly gripped with great force, causing her pain and swelling.
She raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and met a pair of deep, dark eyes, their lines clearly defined, like a deep pool filled with the displeasure of being offended.
Lan Jia felt a sense of fear and quickly apologized.
"President Meng, are you alright?" A middle-aged man in a white coat asked anxiously, his name tag indicating his title as vice president.
The man in the sharp suit didn't speak, but stared at Lan Jia, his gaze like a snake's tongue probing, dangerously and meticulously scrutinizing every detail of her face.
She craned her neck to look at him, not having time to think, only remembering in a daze his thick black hair, but his temples were gray, his face was very three-dimensional, his frame tightly held up the skin and flesh that had become soft with age, so that he could not show his actual age.
She instinctively felt that he was not someone to be trifled with, and even if she could afford to offend him, she didn't want to cause any more trouble for her family tonight, so she backed down and softened her demeanor.
"sorry."
Lan Jia struggled to free her wrist, and the man released her.
Seeing that he didn't intend to make an issue of it, she lowered her head, tucked her tail between her legs, and ran away.
The man remained standing there, when he happened to glance at the object left on the ground. The deputy director next to him, seeing his signal, immediately understood and picked it up and handed it to him.
It's a small white crocodile skin card holder with a tiny octopus sticker at the bottom—something for a little girl.
He opened it, and inside were several black and gold credit cards from various banks. He glanced at them briefly, then his fingertip lingered on the identity card among them.
I pulled it out and saw the profile picture. The person looked to be around ten years old, with long hair tied in a ponytail. They had youthful eyes, a slightly chubby face, and were smiling with restrained pursed lips, revealing small dimples on their cheeks.
The name field reads: Yi Lanjia.
“Yi Lanjia…”
He murmured the name softly, his tongue lightly touching the tip of a flower as he slowly and deliberately chewed it.
Lan Jia frantically fled the hospital gate, only to run into Song Qingqu head-on.
Seeing that she looked like a desperate fugitive, he rushed forward anxiously.
"What happened?"
Lan Jia choked on her words, her legs gave way, and she collapsed into his arms.
Author's Note: Actually, the younger sister has many minor flaws in her personality, but her fundamental nature is kind. She will gradually grow and develop a strong heart. [Hugs]
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