Chapter 23
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Huo Mien didn't sleep well last night, so he woke up with dark circles under his eyes. He made congee and two egg pancakes and brought them to Fourth People's Hospital.
Luckily, he had a night shift today, so he was free during the day. Although he was tired, he couldn't delay Zhixin's classes.
"Mom, I brought you breakfast."
"Take it out, I'm not eating." Yang Meirong was still throwing a tantrum.
"If you don't have an appetite, you can eat less. It's really good. I made it myself, so it's clean and hygienic. I'll put it here."
Then, Huo Mien put the breakfast on the table, tidied up the room, and left.
After Huo Mien left, Yang Meirong glanced at the breakfast on the table, and her stomach grumbled.
She looked at the door and saw that Huo Mien wasn't back yet, so she immediately picked up the breakfast and started eating.
Although Yang Meirong had a bad temper, she wasn't a bad person. It wasn't that she didn't like her daughter, but her husband Jing De's accidental death had caused a knot in her heart.
- In the doctor's office -
"Doctor, is my mother getting better?" Huo Mien asked worriedly.
"She's obviously getting better, and can be discharged in a few days. But after that, she needs to continue taking blood pressure medication."
"Okay, thank you." Hearing that his mother was fine, Huo Mien finally let out a sigh of relief.
"But the hospitalization fee isn't enough. You can pay for it," the doctor reminded him.
Huo Mien was a little surprised. Didn't she just pay seven thousand yuan the other day? It was only a few days, and it was already gone.
That day, she overspent her credit card, and with Zhixin's living expenses, she didn't have much money left.
If it was before, he might have been able to borrow some from Ning Zhiyuan. However, in the current situation, there was no hope.
She had no choice but to call Zhu Lingling. Zhu Lingling immediately transferred ten thousand yuan to her bank account.
"Lingling, thank you." She sent her a WeChat message, a little embarrassed.
"Don't be silly. Tell me if it's not enough. Auntie, quality is more important. Don't worry."
Zhu Lingling's reply warmed Huo Mien's heart. She felt that it was worth it to befriend her.
In fact, after her stepfather's car accident, the Qin family had offered to pay a large sum of money, but they had refused.
He insisted that the driver who caused the accident pay with his life. In the end, he had no choice but to be convicted of driving under the influence of alcohol and served five years in prison.
However, they did not receive a single cent in compensation. Now, seven years had passed, and the culprit had long been released from prison.
But her Uncle Jing was buried in the North Hill Public Cemetery, never to wake up again.
Therefore, no matter how her mother treated her or how much she hated her, she could understand. Because in these seven years, she could not forgive herself either.
"Mom, I'm working the night shift today, so I'll be leaving soon. Have a good rest. I'll order lunch and dinner for you, and Zhixin will come to see you tomorrow."
"Scram." Yang Meirong's expression was still unfriendly.
Huo Mien then took a bus to the First Hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, she looked at her watch. There were still forty minutes before work, so she changed into her nurse's uniform and went to the ophthalmology building.
She still wanted to try to get back together with Ning Zhiyuan. After all, they had been together for three years. Even if there was no love, there was still family.
When Huo Mien arrived, the door was unlocked. She was just about to knock when she heard a coquettish voice from inside.
"Dr. Ning, you're so annoying. You're messing up my hair."
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