As Qiuqiu shouted out.
The scent of disinfectant in the air suddenly beca intense, and on every hospital room door, the number 509 was posted.
Qiuqiu stood up and ran over.
"Bang—" The two collided heavily, and Tang Song felt the cold and trembling.
Tang Song patted her thin back and gently comforted her: "Qiuqiu, don’t be afraid, it’s okay, Dad’s here..."
Through the [Dream Flower Seed] Tang Song could clearly sense her overwhelming panic and fear.
Much more serious than last ti, several tis more.
The whole person was engulfed.
Since losing her father in childhood, and with her grandmother always telling her how amazing and good her father was, Qiuqiu’s heart deeply yearns for "fatherly love," which is why she subconsciously imagines herself as this dependency she never had.
Tears soaked Tang Song’s clothes, the Qiuqiu in his arms cried even louder, snot and tears mixing, muttering sothing from her mouth.
At this mont, she was far from the silent, cold reality.
After a while, the crying gradually stopped.
Tang Song placed both hands on her frail shoulders, crouching slightly to et her gaze.
His eyes were gentle yet firm, "Don’t be afraid, Qiuqiu, tell what happened? I will protect you."
His words, accompanied by the warm aura emitted from the [Dream Flower Seed] on him, gradually dispelled the fear in Qiuqiu’s eyes.
She pointed shakily to a ward deep in the corridor, choking as she said, "Grandma’s inside... The doctor said she needs surgery, but uncle and mom won’t sign, they keep saying the treatnt’s too expensive... Yesterday the nurse urged paynt, saying if the money isn’t paid, they can only stop the dication..."
Suddenly, a stack of paynt slips appeared in her hand, tightly clenched, her fingers pale.
Tang Song took the paynt slips and found they were covered in arithtic problems.
The problems detailed her daily living expenses, savings, collecting scrap materials...
Imdiately thereafter, Qiuqiu pulled out a bundle of money from her school uniform pocket— crumpled banknotes, rusty coins, and even several pieces of candy.
"This is... all the money I’ve saved... Altogether six hundred twenty-one point five yuan... But Grandma needs 150,000 to 200,000..."
"Mom said before... if I made the top ten in my grade, she’d grant a wish. I ca fifth, yet she still won’t give any money..."
"Dad, please help , I don’t want to lose... Grandma... Grandma..."
Her voice was choking, almost unable to articulate.
"Look into my eyes." Tang Song gently lifted her chin, wiped away the tears on her face, "Dad has money, lots and lots of money, everything will be okay."
"Thank you, Dad." Qiuqiu once again threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Imdiately, the surrounding scene abruptly changed.
The previously dilapidated hospital corridor faded away, replaced by a dim small room.
The air was thick with moisture, and the walls were plastered with various bills and dical notifications.
Several shadows sat or stood, their voices piercing:
"Even if the surgery is successful, it might not cure, what if she becos a vegetable? Take turns caring for her? My child has college entrance exams!"
"Anyway, I don’t have ti, I need to manage the shop and look after Qiuqiu."
"Don’t bother, you see, spending money on this is like throwing it into a well."
"Better to bring her ho, let her pass away with dignity."
"If I had this illness, rather than suffer like this, it’d be better to go quietly..."
...
Their argunts passed back and forth, helping Tang Song understand the situation.
Qiuqiu’s grandmother was suffering from a stroke, also known as cerebral infarction, a sudden rupture or blockage of a cerebral blood vessel causing massive brain damage.
She’s already in a coma; even if surgery succeeds, it might bring severe complications, like paralysis.
At that point, she’d need long-term care and attention, which would be a huge burden on each family, even on rotation.
That’s what truly worries and scares them.
Listening to their discussions, Qiuqiu beside him began trembling again, nervously biting her nails.
Tang Song quickly grabbed her shoulders and shouted loudly: "Shut up!"
As his voice fell, the room suddenly fell silent.
Warm lights illuminated the room, gradually dispersing the black shadows.
Tang Song casually tore off the paynt slips from the wall, holding Qiuqiu’s tear-wet cheeks, his gaze fierce yet gentle as water, saying each word: "Don’t be afraid, with Dad here. If no one cares about Grandma, I will; if no one cares about Qiuqiu, I will."
This sentence, like a ray of dawn, instantly dispelled the gloom long accumulated in Qiuqiu’s heart.
The tears on her face miraculously disappeared, staring blankly at him.
Soon after, Tang Song waved his hand, and the surroundings changed again.
The two appeared at the ICU ward entrance.
Tang Song led Qiuqiu to the nurse’s station, holding out a bank card, "Here is the entire cost of the patient’s treatnt, please settle it imdiately and prepare the transfer procedures."
Neatly and swiftly completing the paynt.
"Clack-clack-clack—" Crisp footsteps sounded.
A tall figure in an office uniform approached, speaking gently: "President Tang, we’ve already contacted the best hospital and assembled a neurosurgery expert team for consultation."
"Alright." Tang Song turned to look at Qiuqiu, "Don’t worry, I’ve set everything in motion. Next, we’ll move Grandma to a better place for treatnt, where the world’s top doctors and equipnt are."
Qiuqiu nodded blankly, tightly clutching Tang Song’s arm.
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