Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 48 Angry
Liu Xijie looked at his outstretched hand with complicated eyes, and shook it reluctantly.

"I'm Liu Xijie, friend of Jiang Lan."

The two don't talk much, but the aura of you coming and going cannot be ignored.

But Shu Xin's few people are born with big hearts, they only care about sharing delicious food, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring a pair of love rivals standing at the door.

Wen Miao, "Isn't Mr. Liu busy?"

You can leave now.

Liu Xijie, "I'm not busy, I work more freely."

He refused to leave.

Huang Juan's house was cleaned very clean, no different from what she saw in the binoculars. Washing machine mops were stacked under the shed in the corner of the small courtyard, and the regulations were well-organized.

There is a vegetable field in the corner on the right side, the green vegetables are very lush, it can be seen that the owner is taking good care of it.

There is a deck chair at the door of the house, and there is a silver-haired old lady lying on it to bask in the sun. Although her eyes are closed, the deep lines between her eyebrows make people intimidated, and her face is fierce.

Huang Juan cautiously took out a small bench and put it at the door, and said embarrassingly, "The house is a bit messy, Doctor Jiang, please sit down first, my mother-in-law should go to the bathroom."

Jiang Lan, "Do you need my help?"

"No no, no need, you rest first."

Huang Juan put the vegetable basket at the door of the house and whispered to wake up her mother-in-law. The latter woke up with sleepy eyes, and began to curse before opening her eyes.

"You wicked woman, you came to wake me up from my sweet dreams again, and you deliberately don't want me to sleep well." The old lady beat her when she touched the crutch, "It took eight lifetimes of bad luck for my son to marry you. "

Huang Juan was already used to it, her face was numb and she carried someone to the bathroom, letting the old lady beat and scold her.

Just after packing, Jiang Lan entered the door one step behind, a girl in pajamas walked quickly in the living room, and at the same time handed the child into Huang Juan's arms.

"Mom, why are you coming back so late today? I'll give you the child. I'll go upstairs to catch up on sleep."

After speaking, Teng Teng walked upstairs quickly, and then there was the sound of a door slamming.

Huang Juan coaxed her grandson, skillfully poured milk powder with one hand, "That's my daughter, she came back from school on leave and slept at home all day."

Jiang Lan smiled, and went to tease the grandson in her arms. The kid was very good, as if she knew that grandma was tired, and she didn't cry or make trouble. When she stretched out her hand, she showed a friendly smile.

"Yeah, it's almost eleven o'clock. It's too late to cook." Her son and daughter-in-law got off work on time at noon, and had to rush back to work after dinner.

Jiang Lan, "I'll take care of the child for you, you go to work."

Huang Juan was heartbroken and embarrassed, "I'll call Linlin down, why sleep at noon?"

She went upstairs and yelled, but Linlin locked the door and ignored her, so Huang Juan had no choice but to go downstairs resentfully.

Jiang Lan, "It's okay, he's quite obedient."

The child was only three years old and already knew how to read people's faces. Hearing that he reached out to hug him, Jiang Lan picked up the child and patted the child unfamiliarly.

After Huang Juan thanked her repeatedly, she walked towards the kitchen, Jiang Lan bowed her head to tease the children.

He's so cute. I'm afraid he's the only one in this family who loves Huang Juan?

Hurrying quickly, when the son and daughter-in-law got home from work, the rice in the pot was not yet cooked, the two of them put down the bag with a bad face, and they didn't say anything, considering that there were guests, and the daughter-in-law drooped in displeasure.

The old lady at the door was crying for hunger, and the walking stick knocked on the door repeatedly, leaving deep marks in a short while.

The son couldn't stand it and yelled a few words, then hung his head and played with his mobile phone.

From the time the food was cooked to the time it was served, no one thought of helping.

After the meal, her son and daughter-in-law put down their rice bowls and left. Linlin didn't see her favorite dish when she went downstairs, so she turned around and left without eating. Huang Juan, who was feeding her grandson, was so busy that she didn't even have a sip of water.

Jiang Lan, "Let me feed you, you eat first."

Huang Juan, "No, I'm used to it."

Her tone was calm and natural, neither sad nor happy, as if she was used to it.

As a bystander, Jiang Lan watched her non-stop giving for this family, and felt depressed. This is no longer the treatment a mother should be treated, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a full-time nanny.

No, she has no days off and no pay.

Why do you treat her like this, turning a blind eye to all the sacrifices, only asking and exerting pressure.

On the subway, Jiang Lan silently looked at the opposite glass window, perhaps because she had just lost her relationship and affected her mood. Her strange anger now came from her anger towards Huang Juan's family.

The sequelae of empathy, Huang Juan shouldn't live her life like this.

She came to the hospital again, the pancreas department. Fortunately, the doctor was very conscientious and easily asked about Huang Juan's diagnosis.

Pancreatic cancer in the middle stage.

It was an embarrassing result, she could almost predict Huang Juan's mood when she saw the result.

If treated in time, there is still hope, but it will take a lot of manpower and financial resources to fill it, and it will be more painful if it is not cured, and it will take a long time to suffer.

Her number was still on Huang Juan's husband's blacklist. There was a pay phone at the entrance of the hospital, and the connection there was very fast, as if she was in the middle of a meal.

"Excuse me, is this Huang Juan's husband? This is the People's Hospital,... Pancreatic cancer is in the middle stage,... it is caused by long-term fatigue and depression."

After hanging up the phone, she ignored the strange look in the eyes of the man who sold the stall, and breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that what she did would help Huang Juan.

"Master, I'm not a liar, don't shake your hands, the call is about to be dialed." The three numbers 110 are so conspicuous that it's hard for her to pretend not to see them.

It's not embarrassing for the uncle to be exposed, he slowly turned his face away from her.

Jiang Lan was in a bad mood, and didn't want to spoil everyone's mood by going back to the studio, so she simply called Bobo to ask for leave.

Wen Miao and Liu Xijie, who sat staring blankly for a long time, looked at each other dumbfounded and turned away at the same time.

Liu Xijie anxiously asked, "Why didn't she come? Didn't she say where she was going?"

Wen Miao didn't speak, but his eyes revealed the same meaning.

Bobo shrugged helplessly, she didn't know, she was just a messenger.

"Maybe it's because I'm in a bad mood. In the morning, I still have a sad face, as if someone owes her money."

Liu Xijie wanted to ask again, but Wen Miao had already got up to leave, and he knew why she was in a bad mood.

Arriving at the sixth floor of the residential complex, Wen Miao knocked on the door but there was no answer, and stood at the door helplessly.

The door opened, and it was the neighbor opposite the door.

The familiar child poked his head out, with a precocious smile on his lips, "Don't you also live in the opposite door, why don't you go in."

Wen Miao smiled wryly, he wanted to go in, but he didn't have the key.

The child patted his forehead, "I almost forgot, Miss Jiang Lan changed the door lock, she must not want you in."

Wen Miao's eyebrows twitched, he didn't intend to talk to the child, and knocked on the door again with his fingers.

The child didn't leave as if watching the excitement, "There is no one at home, so if you knock, it's in vain."

"You know no one is home?"

"Hey, I don't know."

The door to the opposite room slammed shut, but the child's nasty laughter couldn't be suppressed.

Wen Miao stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, realized later that he didn't read the almanac when he went out, and the whole day was not going well, so he decided to go back and come back another day.

(End of this chapter)