The second time through the book, the villain boss actually relies on bankruptcy to clean up

Chapter 132 Zhang Wen
The two followed Huang Xia around a few times from the emergency department, and stopped at the stairs not far from the entrance of the intensive care unit.

Lu Yan and Fu Siyi looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

When Huang Xia walked to the door of the intensive care unit, she was already sweating profusely. She stood at the door of the ward, wiped off the sweat on her face, and then arranged her messy hair in front of the reflective glass, letting herself After looking less embarrassed, he opened the door of the intensive care unit.

The moment Huang Xia closed the door, Lu Yan saw a little girl on the hospital bed with a ventilator through the weak light in the ward.

The girl's face was a little pale, and she looked weak. Lu Yan wanted to continue watching, but the door was closed.

Along the way, Fu Siyi's fire was almost extinguished. He reached out and hooked the broken hair behind Lu Yan's ear, "What's wrong?"

"That should be the daughter of Zhang Chaowen and Huang Xia. She seems to have a congenital disease, and the operation fee is very high." Lu Yan pointed to the ward and whispered.

She only asked about it on the spur of the moment, and she didn't know much about it. Zhang Chaowen and Huang Xia only had one daughter named Zhang Wen.

But Zhang Wen had a very serious heart disease since she was a child, and it was accompanied by some complications. Her bones were very poor, and she basically grew up soaked in medicine jars.

When he was three years old, he was in the hospital because of a heart attack and was plugged in a ventilator until he was five years old. Over the years, it can be said that the couple sold their property just to see a doctor for Zhang Wen.

However, Zhang Wen's medical history is congenital, and it is still a heart disease. The possibility of cure is very small, and the risk is very high. She has always been treated conservatively. In addition, the couple have not saved any money over the years. They are all maintained by taking medicine.

Fu Siyi didn't speak any more, just sat with Lu Yan on the bench in the corridor.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Seeing Lu Yan tossing all day, Fu Siyi couldn't help but feel a little worried. After all, Lu Yan's pale face from the pain really scared him last night.

"It's okay, it's just the first day that's uncomfortable." Lu Yan said truthfully.

In the ward, Huang Xia was heartbroken when she saw her daughter lying there with a ventilator.

"Wenwen, mom is here to see you." Huang Xia stepped forward, took Zhang Wen's hand and kissed her, "I'm sorry Wenwen, mom is late, Wenwen will forgive mom, right?"

Huang Xia touched her daughter's hair, "When the baby is ready, can mother make you your favorite egg custard?"

Zhang Wen on the hospital bed stretched out her small hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Huang Xia's eyes, "Mom... are you... uncomfortable..."

Zhang Wen spoke intermittently, which seemed to be a bit difficult.

That little face was as white as paper, and her body was as thin as a cat due to long-term malnutrition. If she lay on the bed and looked carefully, she would not find anyone there. The heavy quilt on the bed seemed to be able to suppress her breath. not come up.

Although she was young, she was very sensible. After Huang Xia came in, she noticed that Huang Xia had been covering her heart.

She is young, but she often does this too. She thinks that her mother, like her, has an incurable disease.

Seeing that her daughter was so sensible, Huang Xia comforted her, "Be good, we are rich, we can cure the disease."

Her voice was a little choked, she was rich, and she could treat her daughter's illness.

Zhang Wen smiled, brighter than the sunshine outside, "Where's Dad?"

At this time, Zhang Wen didn't know that her father had left her, and she was just a little girl. She hadn't seen her father for several days.

Huang Xia's face changed, and she didn't answer her daughter's question.

Zhang Wen raised her immature face, "Where is Dad?"

　From the very beginning, I wanted to write a heroine who was a bit crazy and a bit neurotic, so I wrote it like this, and the next book will be white and black.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)