Song Qiao’s eyes widened dramatically when she heard the doctor’s latter words, and she spoke with disbelief, "Wasn’t it said... initially only one hundred thousand was needed?"
Why did it suddenly jump to five hundred thousand?
This unexpected news caught her completely off guard; she had no defense prepared!
The doctor was aware of Song Qiao’s situation; although such news was a blow to this young girl, there were things he, as a doctor, could not refrain from ntioning. After all, he was obliged not to withhold information from the patients. Having seen countless examples of life and death due to diseases, he certainly understood that feeling!
Pulling out a dical report from the drawer, the doctor handed it directly to Song Qiao and said, "Miss Song, when we examined your grandfather yesterday, we found that his liver cancer had already progressed to the mid-stage. It’s normal for elderly people to have so diseases. The problem is your grandfather’s health has been poor over the years and he hasn’t been treated. Now, we’ve missed the best ti for treatnt, and this surgery also carries certain risks. Miss Song, it’s best if you prepare yourself ntally as well...!"
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When Song Qiao ca out of the doctor’s office, she was still in a daze. Standing in the empty hospital corridor, the image of her ever-kind grandfather surfaced in her mind. Leaning against the white walls, Song Qiao squatted down, covered her face with her hands, and could not help but silently cry!
In this world, aside from that so-called father, she only had her grandfather as a family mber. But now, her grandfather’s illness had progressed to this stage...
The desolate corridor was frequented only occasionally by passing doctors and nurses. Perhaps they were already accustod to life and death, as they only glanced at Song Qiao a few tis without either disturbing or comforting her.
Song Qiao felt extrely helpless, her frail figure seeming even more isolated, carrying a trace of forlornness and reservation as if the whole world had abandoned her!
After a while, Song Qiao gathered her emotions and went to her grandfather’s hospital room.
As soon as she opened the door, she heard her grandfather’s temperantal voice, "They say it’s just old age, there’s no need for hospitalization. Nanny Zhang, quickly go handle the discharge procedures for , I want to be discharged right now. Staying in the hospital is simply a waste of money..."
Upon hearing these words, Song Qiao paused montarily before quickly entering, noticing Nanny Zhang standing there, seemingly pondering over how to persuade this stubborn old man.
"Grandpa!"
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s voice and seeing her figure, Nanny Zhang visibly relaxed and hurriedly said to Song Qiao, "Miss, you’re here. The master has been insisting on being discharged; please try to talk to him!"
Song Qiao nodded, then spoke to Nanny Zhang, "Nanny Zhang, you go out first, I want to have a word with grandpa."
"Alright, I’ll go prepare dinner for the master!" Nanny Zhang left, and for a mont, only the grandfather and granddaughter remained in the room.
"Grandpa, is it too boring for you in the hospital? If you’re feeling bored, how about we go for a walk downstairs?" Throughout, Song Qiao’s face was adorned with a smile, she moved forward and straightened her grandfather’s blanket while her voice carried a hint of coquetry.
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