Zhou Mengqian looked worried, looked at Mo Yurou's somewhat pale face, and asked nervously, but now Mo Yurou had no intention of thinking about her body. She waved her hand again, walked towards the ward, and said to Zhou Mengqian
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"I'm fine. You stay in the emergency room while I go check on Erwazi."
With that said, Mo Yurou had already walked into the ward. Zhou Mengqian looked at Mo Yurou's back, and it really didn't look like anything was wrong. Thinking of the old man whose life was hanging by a thread in the emergency room, Zhou Mengqian hesitated for a few seconds and still followed Mo Yurou.
I walked back to the emergency room after being warned.
In the ward, Ma Erwa was forcibly pulled to the bed by two nurses. One nurse grabbed his hand that was moving around, and the other nurse was about to give him an injection.
At this time, Mo Yurou walked in, and Ma Erwa recognized Mo Yurou immediately. Although she didn't say anything to Mo Yurou yesterday, at this time, in this room, the person closest to him was...
Mo Yurou was the only one in front of her who had a close relationship.
Ma Erwa stared at those clear and bright eyes, but at this time, there was strong anxiety in those bright eyes.
Ma Erwa looked at Mo Yurou and said nervously.
"Auntie, please, take me to see grandpa. How is my grandpa? I don't want to get wet. I'm fine now. I'm not injured."
A child of only eight years old should be crying and begging for comfort, but the immature face of Ma Erwa in front of her showed sorrow and anxiety rarely seen among her peers.
Seeing that the two nurses couldn't handle Ma Erwa, and seeing that Ma Erwa kept looking at her, Mo Yurou walked over, held Ma Erwa's right hand where the needle had been injected just now, and said.
"Your grandpa is still in the emergency room, and the doctors are saving him. If you want your grandpa to survive, you can't let him worry now."
As she said that, Mo Yurou reached out and touched Ma Erwa's forehead. Hot heat came from her palm. Ma Erwa's smiling face was red and her eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he was enduring a high fever.
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Mo Yurou then winked at the nurse beside her, and the nurse quickly injected Ma Erwa with another injection.
Just as Ma Erwa was about to struggle to pull out the needle, her left hand was tightly grasped by Mo Yurou, and then she heard Mo Yurou continue.
"Erwazi, I know you are worried about grandpa, but your grandpa is also very worried about you. You still have a fever. If you go to grandpa now, it will make him worried and affect his injury. Let's wait here obediently.
, I'll help you guard your grandfather's side, okay, please trust me."
Mo Yurou's voice was extremely gentle, revealing kind motherly love, and her eyes were unusually firm.
After Ma Erwa heard Mo Yurou's words, her mood gradually stabilized and she was willing to cooperate with the nurse's treatment.
After that, Mo Yurou moved a chair and sat beside Ma Erwa's bed.
Ma Erwa lay quietly on the hospital bed, but her eyes kept looking outside the ward. She seemed quiet, but in fact there was deep worry on her face.
Ma Erwa looked at Mo Yurou and hesitated several times, but finally Mo Yurou spoke first.
"Erwazi, what do you want to say?"
At this time, Ma Erwa no longer had the precautions she had yesterday. Perhaps at this time, he had regarded Mo Yurou as the only person he could trust and rely on.
Ma Erwa hesitated for a moment, and then asked hesitantly.
"My grandpa will be fine, right? People in the village say that my grandpa and I are very hard-working. They killed grandma, mom and dad. They gave their lifespan to me and grandpa, so grandpa will definitely live longer."
You live to be a hundred years old, right?"
Hearing such words, Mo Yurou felt sad. An eight-year-old child actually said such words. It can be seen that those people in the village often said these things in front of children. God knows what Ma Erwa will do every time she hears these words.
How do you feel in your heart? Which child is willing to take the life of his parents?
Mo Yurou's gentle eyes shone with pity, but regarding Lao Ma's situation, she did not dare to give her child an unfulfilled extravagant wish.
Finally, Mo Yurou gently held Ma Erwa's hand and spoke in a soft and kind voice.
"The doctors will definitely do their best. Just listen to the nurse. You don't want grandpa to worry about you now, right?"
Although Ma Erwa did not get the answer she wanted, she was not as anxious as before. Although she was always worried about her grandfather's safety, she could at least cooperate with the nurse's treatment calmly.
Almost half an hour later, Zhou Mengqian found Mo Yurou.
"Director Mo, that Dean Wang is already here."
When Mo Yurou heard this, she stood up from the chair and was about to leave when she felt someone tugging at the corner of her clothes.
Mo Yurou turned around and looked at Ma Erwa on the bed, then took the hand that was holding her clothes, patted it lightly, and said.
"You just lie down here obediently, and I'll go see your grandpa, okay."
Ma Erwa hesitated for a moment, then let go of her hand, nodded silently, and then hurriedly left with Zhou Mengqian.
As soon as she walked out of the ward, Mo Yurou asked softly.
"How is the old horse doing?"
Zhou Mengqian shook her head and said.
"It's not very good. You have been pushed into the operating room now. Dean Wang is waiting for you in the operating room."
When Mo Yurou heard this, she frowned and quickened her pace.
The operating room was on the second floor of this building. After a while, Mo Yurou and the others arrived at the door of the operating room. Dean Wang was waiting for her at the door.
"It's Miss Mo, my name is Wang Changxing."
Dean Wang recognized Mo Yurou at a glance. When Mo Yurou saw this, she stretched out her hand to shake it and said.
"Hello, Dean Wang, is there still hope in Lao Ma's situation?"
There was no time to exchange greetings, Mo Yurou just wanted to know whether Lao Ma could survive.
When Mo Yurou asked, Dean Wang shook his head and said.
"It has been delayed for too long. He has suffered multiple organ failure and his liver is severely broken. Unless he undergoes a liver transplant immediately, and even if a liver transplant can be performed, he will most likely be in a vegetative state after the operation is successful, and the chance of waking up is very slim."
After hearing this, Mo Yurou, who originally had a glimmer of hope, felt her heart sinking to the bottom, unable to see any hope.
Mo Yurou frowned and thought for a moment, but still refused to give up and asked without giving up.
"Is there no other way?"
Dean Wang shook his head and said almost without thinking.
"This is already the best result, and it is still an expensive expense. What I just heard from the village chief is that they can't even afford the rescue money, and the cost of later care is even more expensive for them.
An astronomical sum."
"Expenses are not an issue. Now that I have come forward, I will take care of the expenses. Dean Wang, I still say what I said, try your best. I am too pitiful to leave like this."
"Dean Wang, the patient is awake..."
At this time, a nurse came out of the operating room and said excitedly.
When Dean Wang heard this, he hurried in without having time to talk to Mo Yurou. Mo Yurou stood waiting at the door of the operating room happily and anxiously.
However, a few minutes later, Dean Wang came out again, with a solemn expression on his face and a lot of blood stains on his white coat.
"Dean Wang, how is Lao Ma?"
This time, Dean Wang took off his mask, sighed, and said.
"Lao Ma refused the surgery. He was too emotional and caused heavy bleeding from the wound. Now the bleeding has stopped, but his vital signs can no longer support an operation. The idea of his attending doctor and I is to give up the operation."
Speaking of this, Dean Wang sighed again and continued.
"Lao Ma is very worried about his grandson. You should think of a way to let them meet. He probably still has two or three hours."
Hearing this, Mo Yurou staggered, but fortunately Zhou Mengqian was beside her and supported her in time.
At this time, Dean Wang said again.
"The nurse will re-bandage his wound and will send him off in a while. You'd better hurry up. I'm sorry, Miss Mo, I can't be of much help."
After saying that, Dean Wang left, and Mo Yurou sighed heavily. She didn't know why she cared so much about the life and death of a stranger.
They had only met yesterday, but when they heard that Lao Ma was about to die soon, Mo Yurou had the urge to cry.
"Dr. Mo, what should we do now? If Ma Erwa knows about this, she will definitely not be able to accept it."
Zhou Mengqian had already cried loudly, and asked with tears in her eyes.
Hearing this, Mo Yurou let go of Zhou Mengqian's hand, took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and walked towards the first floor.
When Mo Yurou and Zhou Mengqian walked to the door of the ward, they saw Ma Erwa sitting anxiously on the bedside. As soon as she saw them appearing, she wanted to rush over to them immediately.
"Auntie, is my grandpa okay?"
Ma Erwa blinked and stared at Mo Yurou with a pair of sincere eyes.
Looking at this childish face, Mo Yurou didn't know how to answer. She took a breath secretly, then walked to the bed and spoke softly.
"Your grandpa is awake. We will take you over to see him soon. Your grandpa has a lot to say to you. When you see your grandpa later, you must not cry or let grandpa worry about you, okay."
When Ma Erwa heard this, her eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement without thinking.
"Okay, I won't cry, I'm obedient, thank you."
After that, Zhou Mengqian found a wheelchair, and Mo Yurou carried Ma Erwa into the wheelchair. At this time, she realized how light the child was. Although he was eight years old, he looked like he was five or six years old.
Mo Yurou felt sad when she thought about how the child would really become an orphan after Lao Ma left. How would he survive alone in the future?