Before going to the door of the ward, Song Qingcheng saw that the elderly care worker who was arranged for the temporary bed in the corridor was stretching his legs and chatting with the family members of the next bed with a melon in his hand.
"Grandma" Song Qingcheng suddenly blushed and walked quickly to the bed. "How do you lie here?"
The nurse is a woman in her early fifties, with a broad waist and a round waist, and she says, "What else can I do? The hospital is not a charity. How can you continue to occupy the bed from time to time when you pay the money, little girl? I won’t be here for a few days after you and I say hello today."
Song city ignored her. She was squatting beside the bed and looking at the old man who didn’t look so good.
"The nurse could have come to inform your grandmother that the medicine is not cheap. If you don’t pay it tomorrow, for example, what’s the name of Zuoxi Donald J. Munro imported injection, you have to stop."
The sleeping old man wearing a nasal oxygen tube woke up and saw his granddaughter. He was very happy that his voice was dry and he could raise his hand to touch the child’s cheek.
Song Qingcheng quickly grasped the old man’s thin right hand and asked softly, "Grandma woke you up?"
Grandma blinked and shook her head again.
"You rest first." The whole song dynasty had a sour corridor in its heart, and put the old man’s hand back in the quilt and turned to the nurse. "I’ll go to Dr. Fan to find out about the situation."
……
Doctor Fan met Song Qingcheng several times and knew that she was the family member of the 4-bed old lady in Ward 621.
"Your grandmother Cary has been in debt since the day before yesterday." Dr. Fan moved the mouse and brain to check the photo situation. "We can’t help it. It’s not enough for you to see Cory’s beds. There are beds on both sides of the corridor."
The whole city clenched his backpack with "Dr. Fan, it is inconvenient for my grandmother to live in the corridor when she is old …"
Dr. Fan interrupted her, "Otherwise, it will be relatively cheaper for you to change hospitals for the elderly, such as town hospitals."
Coming out of the office, Song Qingcheng sat in the porch chair and bent down to bury her face in her arms, tired and confused.
She didn’t know what went wrong. Lu Xishan said that she had already called 50,000 yuan.
Thinking that the old man was still lying in the corridor, there was a damp heat in the corner of Song Qingcheng’s eyes. She held the mobile phone and didn’t know who to call. No one but Lu Xishan could come up with so much money.
In the past a long time, the doctor’s office door suddenly opened.
Song city eyes light lift-
When Dr. Fan saw the girl who had not left the door, he immediately said, "I was going to find you in the past. The Finance Department gave me a message. Last night, someone helped your grandmother pay for two months. It was their negligence that happened to have a patient discharged from the hospital here, so the horse arranged for your grandmother to go in."
Returning to the ward nurse is already a cheerful face and will never leave his job again.
It’s a shame that the whole Song Dynasty didn’t care about people looking at money with her.
The old man was leaning against the bed after intravenous drip, and his granddaughter came back with a loving look on her face.
Grandma used to be a rural teacher, but her salary can at least support herself and her granddaughter. But since seven years ago, her asthma has worsened and her heart has gone wrong. Her serious illness and minor illness have followed. Although the medical level in Nancheng is advanced than that in small towns, she can’t enjoy medical insurance across regions, so that her monthly pension of more than 2,000 yuan is not enough to take Zuoxi Donald J. Munro injection once.
☆ Chapter 3 People are sometimes not as good as a dog when they are alive.
Watching his granddaughter sit by the bed and peel apples for herself, the old man asked, "How is school recently?"
"Well, it’s quite good." Song Qingcheng looked up and smiled at her grandmother. "The final exam is scheduled for the seventh and seventh of next month, and I can often come to the hospital to accompany you when I have a holiday."
"Your uncle came to see me in the hospital last week," grandma said suddenly.
Grandma gave birth to a daughter in this life, and this uncle refers to Lu Xishan.
"He bought a lot of things, and I couldn’t finish eating some, so I asked the nurse to take them home." Grandma fell on her face, and her eyes were cherished, and Nai earnestly charged, "If you have nothing to do after your uncle’s homework, help do more housework."
"Good" Song Qingcheng obediently put the cut apple into the toothpick and showed it to grandma.
"I thought about going through the discharge formalities when the weather cools down. I can’t see this disease well. It’s better to go back to Yu Rao and have a headache and fever. The hospital there can also watch here. It’s purely burning money."
Song Qingcheng wiped the fruit knife with a paper towel and then directly vetoed Grandma’s plan to "how can this be the same as Yu Rao? Nancheng, a small county, is the provincial capital. Those experts who treat diseases are all here." Then she held the old man’s hand and said, "I have a relative like you. What am I doing here if you leave Nancheng?"
I think I can’t take good care of my granddaughter. The eyes of the old man are red. She has seen Lu Xishan’s wife. She is a very strong woman. Five years ago, she and the 16-year-old Qingcheng were received by Lu Xishan from Lujia. Even though Ge Wenjuan didn’t say anything when she met their grandparents, she made no secret of her condescending indifference.
The old man sighed, "Grandma dragged you down."
"Nothing." Song Qingcheng tugged at his lip angle and tried to make himself light. "I just asked Dr. Fan and he said that your situation has been stable recently."
"…" Looking at the sensible granddaughter, the old man didn’t know what to say.
Song Qingcheng clenched the old man’s hand and solemnly said, "Grandma believes I will get better."
……
At 9 o’clock in the evening, Song Qingcheng returned to Lujia Villa from the hospital, and no one was hanging around in the dark.
Today is Saturday when Lu Xishan and his wife go to Ge’s house for dinner.
Since Lu Yunxuan got married and went to Switzerland with her husband, Lu Xishan and his wife have more frequent contacts with Ge Wenjuan’s family. On the Lujia side, Lu Xishan has a dead brother, who is a relative and will only be connected on holidays.
Back to the room, Song Qingcheng threw himself into the big bed.
She stared at the ceiling, and her mind was full of thoughts, thinking of her grandmother’s illness, her situation and the money she spent like running water …
Sleeping in a daze, the phone rang suddenly.
Song Qingcheng presses the answer key to Shen Che’s voice, "Don’t come to the imperial court tonight?"
Huangting is the largest high-end nightclub in Nancheng, including bars and chambers of commerce, especially the chamber of commerce, which is very successful. No matter celebrities, politicians or business tycoons, it will be the first choice for social occasions here.
She didn’t open her eyes and said, "Nothing’s not going."
"I just went to a bar. Jack can’t catch a cold. He can’t sing tonight. Brother Liang said the rescue price is three songs. One thousand yuan is first come, first served."
"Didn’t say so" Song Qingcheng instantly woke up.
Hey hey smile Shen Che words that head.
Hung up the words Song Qingcheng immediately got up and went to the front of the wardrobe to open the cupboard door and drag a package sealed paper bag from the top floor to make sure that the wig and clothes and other equipment were conveniently taken from the floor hanger and pulled open the door and hurried downstairs.
Twenty minutes later.
Shen Che looked in all directions at the entrance of the imperial court, wearing a club system and a famous brand on his left chest.
Just then a taxi stopped not far away.
The girl wearing a navel-exposed sleeve shirt and denim hot pants pushed open the door to make up her eyes. The long legs were so white in the night that Shen Che immediately greeted her. "Aunt, I’m skipping work. If you don’t come, I really have to cut this head off to apologize to Brother Liang!"
Song Qingcheng, who just entered the imperial court, was attracted by a black-and-white fur border animal husbandry in the lobby. His body shape was very beautiful. There was a khaki leather collar tied to his neck, and imperial court workers pulled a traction rope to feed him.
There is a rule in the imperial court that pets are not allowed to enter this border grazing area, which is obviously an exception.