"Have you been thinking about this just now?"
Zhang Xueqing nodded blankly.
"My life is about to die, so why worry about my health?"
"You can't say that. Who would want to get sick if you can be healthy?"
Seeing that she looked a little disappointed, Meng Fansen said seriously, "I asked the doctor and he said it's okay. Don't worry."
That's good, that's good, Zhang Xueqing's anxious heart can finally feel at ease.
"The doctor said that you are not suitable for walking now. This ward is for you to rest temporarily. I will help you lie down first. You can have a good rest here. I will ask Zihang to accompany you. If you need anything, just call me. Telephone."
Meng Fansen couldn't help but frowned when he thought of the doctor's words.
"Your wife's body is not suitable for blood transfusions, but there is really nothing we can do now. Please pay more attention to her body. Her discomfort after a blood transfusion may be more serious than that of an ordinary frail person."
"Okay, you go and do your work. I'm just lying here and not going anywhere." Zhang Xueqing obeyed with a rare obedience.
He slowly stood up and took the first step with difficulty.
Upon seeing this, Meng Fansen hugged the person directly. Although he hadn't hugged him for a long time, his body's instinctive reaction was still there, and neither of them felt any discomfort.
He put the person on the hospital bed, helped him take off his shoes, covered him with a quilt, checked that nothing was missing, and then turned around and left.
Not long after, the door was pushed open again, and Meng Zihang appeared outside the door with a sullen face.
Zhang Xueqing narrowed her eyes and said softly, "You can do it yourself, I'll take a nap."
Then he closed his eyes and stopped making any noise, as if he was asleep.
Meng Zihang sat on the chair next to him and stared at the person on the bed. How could he possibly sleep in such broad daylight? He just didn't want to talk to him.
After sitting for a long time, Meng Zihang cleared his throat and whispered, "Thank you for saving my sister. From now on, from now on..."
After a long time, I didn’t know what to say.
This woman seems to be different from the aunts who used to pester Dad.
Uncle Gangzi said that women are bad. They only think about themselves and never consider their children. If such a woman becomes their mother, he and his sister will suffer endless hardships, do endless work, and wear clothes. Endless rags.
He had secretly punished women who came to his house, but the one in front of him had never been to their house once.
Her father wouldn't let him bully her. Could it be that she was really his and Xinxin's mother?
No, Uncle Gangzi said that their mother had passed away long ago.
What if she came to be their mother?
Meng Zihang asked himself tangledly, but he didn't seem to be so disgusted.
"If you want to be my mother, I... won't object."
The voice was small and echoed gently in the empty ward, but no one answered him.
Outside the door, a man stopped and heard what he just said. His hand on the handle clenched slightly, and veins popped out in his arms.
After a while, the man turned around and left without going in.
Xinxin's surgery went smoothly. Although a lot of blood was left and it looked serious, it was nothing serious after the bleeding stopped.
Friends with the same blood type from the next province also arrived in time, which greatly relieved the pressure of ischemia.
"How is the girl?"
Xinxin was completely out of danger, and He Qiaolan had time to ask her son.
"Rest in the ward."
He Qiaolan also found out later that Zhang Xueqing was just a neighbor of his son, and she came with him because he was worried about Xinxin.
Look at how thin that girl is. Even after all the blood has been drawn out, the person is still confused.
"Xinxin, your dad and I are here. When I wake up, I'll call you. Go and see the girl. What's the point of throwing her away? Don't even think about finding someone to pour her over even if you want to drink water. Where did you throw her? "
He Qiaolan pushed her son out of the ward. If she didn't seize the good opportunity quickly, when would she be able to hold Sanbao in her arms.
"Okay, Xinxin must call me when she wakes up. This girl should be angry if she can't see me."
"I know, I know, go quickly."
Seeing her son leaving, He Qiaolan patted Meng Qingjiu on the shoulder and said, "Hey, Lao Meng, why do I see our son having fun with that girl?"
Meng Qingjiu looked at his granddaughter's infusion bag and said calmly,
"You see, my son can play with anyone."
"Tch, you're right this time. Just wait and drink your daughter-in-law's tea."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, "Aunt Lan, Uncle Meng, I'm late. How is Xinxin?"
He Qiaolan looked back and said, "Gangzi, why are you still here? You are both here. Is the pig farm okay?"
Li Yungang: "It's okay, Xiao Zhao and the others are here. How is Xinxin?"
"Xinxin is fine. Thanks to the neighbor Asen this time, I will have to thank him properly later."
Li Yungang's eyes flickered, how could it be such a coincidence, how could that woman have the same blood type as Xinxin.
Xinxin also had a car accident in her last life. Because she didn't get blood, she suffered from severe bleeding. She couldn't make it to the blood friend from the next province and died directly on the operating table.
If there hadn't been that woman today, would Xinxin still be the same as in the previous life, but the day of the car accident seemed to have been advanced by more than half a year. Could it be all because of this woman?
Why did this woman who died in the car accident with them return to the village in this life? Now even Zihang has begun to like that woman. No, this is absolutely not okay.
He would never allow Brother Sen to have another woman around him, not anyone.
She secretly made up her mind, but still kept a smile on her face, "It's great that Xinxin is fine, but..."
Seeing that he was hesitant in speaking, He Qiaolan urged anxiously, "You kid, just say what you want. When did you develop the bad habit of half-talking when you talk?"
Li Yungang smiled naively and scratched the back of his head, "There is something I don't know whether I should say."
"explain!"
"That...that woman is sick herself. I wonder if she will infect Xinxin?"
He Qiaolan's smile froze on her face, "What did you say?"
Meng Qingjiu also suddenly stood up from his chair, "Speak to me clearly."
Li Yungang calmed down his naive expression and said seriously, "She is sick. Her leg is not injured at all, but caused by the illness. The bones are all soft. She usually uses a wheelchair. For such a person, her blood Can it be clean? Will Xinxin get sick if she uses her blood?"
"Do you mean what you said?"
"Everyone in the village knows this. If you don't believe me, you can go to Qing'an Village and ask. She usually travels in a wheelchair and can't do any work at home. She even hired someone to clean her."
He Qiaolan's eyebrows furrowed more and more as she listened, and her impression of Zhang Xueqing was greatly reduced.
Such a woman does not deserve to spend a lifetime with her son.
