Not long after the car drove away, they found a remote place, supported Sang Xiaoyu under a tree, then ran to a public telephone booth and dialed 120 for the ambulance.
After the 120 ambulance roared in, the caller ran into the white bread before driving away.
Sang Xiaoyu was carried into the car, but there were no relatives around. The 120 people put an infusion bottle on Sang Xiaoyu. After shouting for a long time, no one answered, so they had to drive towards the hospital.
When Sang Xiaoyu woke up, it was already the night of the third day.
She was admitted to the intensive care unit.
When she opened her eyes, the room was filled with white.
White walls, white beds and walking angels in white.
When the beautiful female nurse saw that she was awake, she did not look very surprised. Instead, she smiled gently and said, "Dr. Hua is indeed the 'miracle doctor' in our hospital. He said that you should wake up within the next two hours."
Sang Xiaoyu's mind was in a state of confusion and she asked: "Who sent me here?"
The female nurse said: "I don't know about this. I'll call Doctor Hua."
The intensive care unit was quiet, and there were several people lying motionless on the bed around them. Some people had tubes inserted into their bodies, and some had several hanging bottles hanging together.
Sang Xiaoyu felt that it was a little painful to breathe, especially since there were two needles inserted near the thigh. It was really miserable at the moment.
The doctor came over soon and asked her how she was doing with a smile.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that money was flowing like water in the intensive care unit, so she asked herself what kind of disease she had and who were her relatives outside.
The doctor glanced at his watch and said, "It's visiting time now. You talk to your family first, and I'll tell you the rest."
Sang Xiaoyu nodded quickly, and the doctor asked again: "Are you okay now? Are you in good spirits?"
Sang Xiaoyu wanted to see her relatives so much. She also said that the needles hurt her too much. The doctor said that there was still nothing that could be done now, but that she would be fine if she persisted a little longer.
What Sang Xiaoyu didn't expect was that the first people he met would be the police.
Two gentle men and women greeted the doctor and came in immediately.
Sang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that she had been kidnapped. She really couldn't remember what happened after that. As for how she got here, she couldn't even remember.
The female police officer was about forty years old and looked very capable. She asked softly: "Are you feeling better?"
Sang Xiaoyu nodded.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Sang Xiaoyu nodded again.
"How did you get here? What happened before you got here?"
Sang Xiaoyu touched her head with her hands and said with a headache: "I really don't remember. I just remember that on the way home... I seemed to have fallen... No, I can't remember."
The two policemen looked at each other, and one of the female police officers said: "No hurry, you have a good rest first, we will come back later, you don't have to worry too much."
Sang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.
The second person to come in was Jiang Chunhui.
He was a little anxious and asked: "What happened? Does it still hurt?"
Sang Xiaoyu's eye circles immediately turned red. She pointed at her leg and said, "It hurts so much here."
Jiang Chunhui immediately stood up and shouted: "Doctor, doctor, she is still in pain."
A nurse came over and said with a smile: "Sir, don't be anxious and don't shout. This is the intensive care unit and other patients are resting.
This is an emergency pump, it will be fine in two hours."
"Give her an injection." Jiang Chunhui saw that Sang Xiaoyu's pale face was twisted with pain. He felt so painful that he wished he could lie on it, and kept asking for an injection.
The nurse was a little annoyed by his noise and said she would explain it to the doctor.
After only a short while, the nurse took the needle and told her to give her an injection to relieve the pain and let her talk properly.
Sang Xiaoyu saw the nurse leaving and asked, "Do my mother and child know?"
Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said: "You didn't tell them, what happened?"
Sang Xiaoyu didn't believe it and asked, "My mother didn't look for me?"
Jiang Chunhui had no choice but to say: "I asked Zhao Chunling to call your mother and said that you were on a business trip, and I asked Li Hehao to go to your house."
Sang Xiaoyu felt relieved.
Jiang Chunhui asked worriedly: "I told you to come to the hospital for a check-up a long time ago, but you just didn't listen. If you really fall down, won't all your efforts be in vain?"
Only then did Sang Xiaoyu remember to ask about her condition. Jiang Chunhui said, "You don't need to worry about it. I will invite the doctors from Shanghai over in a few days and let them perform surgery on you directly."
Sang Xiaoyu quit and said, "What disease do I have? If it's too troublesome, don't bother them. Don't interfere too much with me. I don't want to be cured!"
"Aren't you just afraid of spending money? You don't have to worry about this. Fortunately, I don't have any terminal illness. I just have a small problem with my lungs. I just need a minor operation."
Sang Xiaoyu didn’t believe it.
Jiang Chunhui said: "If you really have a terminal illness, you don't need to tell me that I won't treat you. Don't I know your temper? You just take good care of me, and I hope you will pay me back when you recover."
Sang Xiaoyu still didn't believe it, but she stopped pestering him, knowing that there would be no truth in his mouth, so she had no choice but to say that she wanted to be discharged from the intensive care unit.
Jiang Chunhui said that the doctor said she would be able to go out in two hours, and that the operation would be about a week later, and that several of her physical indicators needed to be adjusted.
"How much does this cost?" Sang Xiaoyu asked.
Jiang Chunhui said: "You don't have to worry about it. If I don't let you, just leave it alone. You don't have to worry about this kind of thing..."
Sang Xiaoyu said feebly: "Why can't I worry? I haven't paid off my old debts and I have added new debts. I am not happy living. Can you listen to what I have to say? Can't I even be my own master?
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Jiang Chunhui saw that Sang Xiaoyu was anxious and beads of sweat appeared on his weak face, so he said: "I don't let you control it for your own good. If you think about it, you will say that you can't be cured and don't want to live anymore."
Is this what you should say?
What should you do with your mother and son? They are all counting on you. Besides, it’s really not a big problem for you. Once you get treatment, you’ll be alive and kicking again. When the time comes, if you want to make money and pay off your debts, it’s all up to you.
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"Did you get my health insurance card?"
Jiang Chunhui was speechless. All she could think about was money.
So he said: "I've said hello to the hospital. Let me show it to you first. The ID card is in your bag. It's impossible for your mother and child to never know about it. When you tell them, take the medical insurance card and so on."
OK, don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”
Sang Xiaoyu was relieved and said with squinted eyes: "Although I want to say thank you, no matter what decision I make, I should make the decision myself. Don't stand up for me."
Jiang Chunhui patted her head and said, "Have a good rest. You have to take the initiative a lot, so you can rest assured and recuperate first. Don't worry about money anymore. Life is more important than money."
The nurse reminded him that it was time and said that the people behind him were impatiently waiting.
Jiang Chunhui left helplessly and said to the nurse: "Who is it? Who is waiting in a hurry?"