The doctor hung up several new IV bags and said, "Do you know that you have Rh-negative blood? When you were brought to the hospital, your face was covered in blood. That girl almost fainted from crying. You lost too much blood, and the hospital didn't have your blood type. You almost died."
Luckily, that girl also had the rare blood type (Rh-negative), and she gave you blood transfusions for three consecutive days, which is how you survived. If it weren't for her, you would have been dead long ago.
A strange feeling welled up in Ye Zhou's heart. "Donating blood for three consecutive days?"
"Yes, it usually takes a month for most people to recover after donating blood once, but she donated blood three times in just three days. Luckily you woke up today, otherwise, this girl would have almost risked her life."
Ye Zhou blinked hard, trying to make the tears in his eyes disappear.
No wonder she was so thin, her face was so pale, and her lips were completely bloodless.
Her hand, which she had been hiding.
Memories flooded my mind.
At that time, he was pressed down by the stone slab and could not breathe. It was those two delicate white hands that lifted the stone slab, which weighed several hundred pounds.
"Her hand,"
The doctor sighed. "Her hands, both of them are bandaged up, the flesh is rotting together. We doctors rarely see hands ruined like that. I don't know what she went through. Alright, now take off your clothes and expose your left chest."
"???"
The female doctor smiled helplessly. "What? You're afraid we doctors will take advantage of you? Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like now?"
Ye Zhou belatedly touched his face, but found no skin, only bandages covering his face. He had no choice but to obediently loosen his shirt a little.
Then, the doctor showed a syringe.
The left chest was disinfected, and then the aim was taken at the chest area.
"What are you doing? Do you give injections into the heart?"
The doctor rolled his eyes at Ye Zhou. "Are you a doctor and I am? This medicine is a miracle drug that can pull people back from the brink of death. It can help young people recover quickly. One bottle costs hundreds of thousands. Do you think I wouldn't know how to use it?"
Ye Zhou was still hesitant when he saw the syringe. "Aren't you afraid I won't be able to afford the medical bills if you use this kind of medicine on me?"
With lightning speed, the doctor swiftly inserted the needle, showing absolutely no regard for martial ethics.
"Whether you're awake or not, be obedient. This is the sixth injection you've received in four days."
After the doctor left.
Ye Zhou lay paralyzed on the bed. He was most afraid of injections. If you asked him whether he was afraid of dying or afraid of injections, the answer would definitely be that he was afraid of injections.
He endured the pain in his chest and threw back the covers.
Grass (a type of plant)
Thankfully, both legs are still there, though they're in casts.
He dragged himself out, using a cane on his arm. He hadn't gotten used to the cane yet, and he walked out clumsily step by step.
If you want to see An Youhe, you have to do it now.
Where did that girl go?
If you don't rest properly, where will you get the energy to run?
He wandered around the huge hospital and saw the payment window.
"Let's pay all the money now," Ye Zhou thought as he walked to the payment window.
"Nurse, I need to pay."
The nurse checked Ye Zhou's information and returned the bank card to him.
"You don't need to pay anything; your medical care is all free."
"What? Weren't those syringes supposed to cost over 100,000 per needle? Now I'll have to pay at least 700,000 or 800,000, right?"
"Excuse me, sir, there is really no need to pay."
"What? Are you afraid I can't afford it? I have money, and I don't want to owe you anything, so pay it all."
The staff at the payment counter looked troubled.
A voice beside me said, "Forget it, don't make things difficult for them. If they don't want you to pay, then don't pay."
Ye Zhou turned his head and looked at Decoding Cloud.
"What were you and Dad doing inside the house before?"
Decoding Cloud patted Ye Zhou on the shoulder, "Your good fortune is yet to come. Focus on getting better and don't worry about anything else."
Ye Zhou hates it when people play riddles with him. Lately, he's felt something's off, but he can't quite put his finger on it. He turned and left, and when Decoding Cloud tried to help him up, he firmly refused.
With his hands behind his back, Gitee looked even taller in his black ankle-length coat.
He was in a difficult position; he couldn't very well say that the hospital was owned by his grandfather, could he?
Ye Zhou continued searching for An Youhe at the hospital, refusing help from many nurses and doctors.
"Youhe, where are you?"
Finally, the cane became unsteady and slipped on the ground, causing Ye Zhou's entire body to lean backward.
The soft body touched him, allowing him to steady himself.
Ye Zhou steadied himself and looked down at the girl.
With his thin cheeks and pale lips, he looked like a completely different person.
A pang of sorrow gripped his heart, and he didn't know what to say.
An Youhe spoke first: "You, why did you come out? It's so dangerous."
Ye Zhou looked at the girl's hands, which were wrapped up like rice dumplings. The girl seemed to sense Ye Zhou's gaze and hurriedly hid her hands in her sleeves.
Ye Zhou sighed helplessly, "Stop hiding, I've seen everything."
The girl pursed her lips and slowly revealed her hand from her sleeve, naturally supporting Ye Zhou.
"Let's go back."
"Have you eaten properly?"
"Not yet."
"Let's have dinner together in a little while."
"good."
The two chatted as they walked through the hospital lobby.
An elderly man with gray hair, carrying a black backpack, was asking a doctor a question. Beside him was a stretcher with an elderly woman, also with gray hair, on it, but who was already delirious.
"Doctor, please, please save my husband, please save her too."
The doctor waved his hand, "We've really done our best. Some of the medications are very good, but you can't even afford the hospital fees anymore. There's nothing we can do."
The old man gripped the doctor's hand tightly, pleading, "Doctor, please, whatever you say, I'll do anything to save Shanshan. Money is no object; I'll take out a loan, I'll even beg for food to save her!"
The elderly man on the stretcher, who was incoherent and wearing an oxygen mask, was calling out in his unconscious state, "Aqing, Aqing, Aqing, Aqing."
The old man hurriedly grasped his wife's thin, bony hand, "Hey, Shanshan, I'm here, Aqing's here, it's alright."
"Aqing, Aqing, let's go home."
The old man named Aqing smoothed his wife's disheveled hair and said, "Okay, let's go home. We'll go home as soon as you're cured. I'll definitely take you home."
After comforting his wife, Aqing pleaded with the doctor, "Doctor, I've borrowed some money to pay for the hospital fees. Can you please cure my wife's illness? Shanshan wants to see the world and travel. I have time now, but I haven't taken her out yet. She's worked hard for most of her life and has never gone out to play even once!"
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