Rebecca Quentin glanced around and asked, "Where’s Uncle An?"
Uncle An is Aunt Clare’s husband.
"He... he has sothing to do." Aunt Clare replied sowhat hesitantly.
Rebecca Quentin frowned, "You’re sick, yet he’s not by your side?"
"He’s at work."
"Is work more important than taking care of you?"
"Well..."
Seeing Aunt Clare’s effort to hide her expression, Rebecca Quentin decisively called it out, "Why are you hiding this from ?"
Aunt Clare suddenly looked up, "What?"
Rebecca Quentin swallowed the bitterness in her throat, "For the past six months, you’ve been alone in M City. You haven’t gone to find Uncle An at all!!"
"How... how do you know?"
This matter was just investigated by Howard Geoffrey.
"Don’t worry about how I found out. Tell , why have you been alone and helpless in M City, taking odd jobs, yet unwilling to reveal your situation to ?"
"Miss, I’m fine..."
Rebecca Quentin shook her head forcefully, tightly holding onto Aunt Clare’s hand, "Don’t you know that not telling anything makes worry even more..."
"I..."
"Aunt Clare!"
Unable to resist Rebecca Quentin, Aunt Clare finally spoke quietly, "Yes, I’ve been alone in M City."
Rebecca Quentin asked doubtfully, "Why didn’t you go to find Uncle An?"
Aunt Clare sighed lightly and then said softly, "It’s not that I didn’t try to find him. I only learned when I returned to the countryside six months ago that he had been married for over ten years..."
"Why didn’t you tell six months ago?"
Aunt Clare replied truthfully, "Six months ago, I wanted to find you, but my health suddenly had issues. I didn’t want to worry you, so I stayed in M City."
"You’re so silly, being here alone. Who’s taking care of you?"
"I’ve always been able to take care of myself, but recently..." Aunt Clare dared not tell Rebecca Quentin that her illness had worsened to the point where she could no longer care for herself.
Seeing Aunt Clare gradually lose strength in her speech, Rebecca Quentin hurriedly helped her lie down on the hospital bed, "Alright, don’t say anything now. Just rest, and I’ll go ask the doctor about your condition."
Aunt Clare reached out her weak hand to hold Rebecca Quentin, "Miss, please don’t ask. I just want you to sit here and chat with ."
Rebecca Quentin tucked Aunt Clare’s hand under the blanket and insisted, "I must first clarify your condition with the doctor... I’ll co back to chat with you later, wait for ."
When Rebecca Quentin walked out of the ward, she happened to see the doctor talking to Howard Geoffrey.
Rebecca Quentin hurried over and heard the doctor say, "The patient has undergone dialysis six tis in the hospital, the dialysis situation is still quite good, but due to the patient’s advanced age, continued dialysis might be hard to sustain for her body. Our recomndation is to perform a kidney transplant, but a kidney transplant cannot be done imdiately as a suitable kidney must be found... The current issue is, before a suitable kidney is found, conservative treatnt and continued dialysis will require a substantial amount of money. The key challenge is that dialysis is painful, and the patient needs the perseverance to endure, so the hospital must get approval from the family, and also remind them that the hospital’s kidney resources are queued, and we cannot guarantee whether a suitable kidney will be found."
Howard Geoffrey said, "Alright, I understand."
The doctor then left.
Rebecca Quentin nervously asked Howard Geoffrey, "What does the doctor an by what he said just now?"
Howard Geoffrey explained to Rebecca Quentin simply, "Aunt Clare probably has had kidney disease for many years, half a year ago, her kidney disease worsened, but Aunt Clare hadn’t seriously treated it until recently when she learned it had turned into uremia. Aunt Clare underwent several dialysis sessions, and the diagnosis revealed the kidney disease had turned into uremia. After several dialysis, the situation is still quite good, but she needs to quickly get a kidney transplant."
"A transplant?"
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes froze.
She just heard the doctor say too, that a transplant requires not only finding a suitable kidney but also a large sum of treatnt money.
She had seen on TV before that a kidney transplant surgery costs at least hundreds of thousands, and waiting in line at the hospital for a kidney was not ideal, as many patients pass away before a kidney is found. Seeking an outside kidney source incurs massive expenses.
"Luckily, the situation isn’t too bad yet."
"But Aunt Clare can’t wait any longer..." Aunt Clare’s weak, emaciated appearance still left her with residual fear.
Howard Geoffrey gently held Rebecca Quentin’s shoulder, "Leave this matter to !"
Rebecca Quentin stood still, looking into Howard Geoffrey’s deep eyes, asked hesitantly, "Can you?" She knew very clearly that with her current savings of tens of thousands, there’s no way to cover Aunt Clare’s current dical costs, and even if she managed to gather the treatnt fees, the kidney source remains a massive issue. But if he could help, given his capabilities, finding a suitable kidney source at ho and abroad shouldn’t be too difficult.
Howard Geoffrey gently kissed Rebecca Quentin’s forehead, "Of course."
"Howard Geoffrey..."
"Hmm?"
"...Thank you."
"Silly."
Looking at Howard Geoffrey’s gentle face, Rebecca Quentin was slightly lost.
Howard Geoffrey embraced Rebecca Quentin and asked, "You’ve not eaten all day, let accompany you to have sothing, alright?"
"I’m not hungry, I want to chat with Aunt Clare."
"Alright, I’ll wait here for you."
Rebecca Quentin imdiately shook her head, "No need, you should go rest at the hotel!"
Howard Geoffrey insisted, "I’ll stay here with you."
"Okay, I’ll go tell Aunt Clare, and then we can go have sothing to eat first."
"Okay."
Since Roye also ca to M City with Howard Geoffrey, he had already handled dining and hotel arrangents.
Rebecca Quentin and Howard Geoffrey were dining in a restaurant with a very elegant environnt.
They were seated by the window on the twenty-seventh floor, able to see the entire cityscape of M City at night.
Dining in such a beautiful setting should be a delightful experience, yet Rebecca Quentin had no appetite at all.
After taking just one bite, Rebecca Quentin put down the knife and fork, "If we can find a kidney source sooner, then Aunt Clare can have her surgery sooner."
"Let’s not talk about this while eating."
"I’m just really worried."
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