Nianmu let out a long sigh. She missed her child, but because of Abep, she and her child could only be separated by two places.
The next day.
Yang Shuping's physical indicators are in good condition and she has been transferred out of the ICU and ward.
Yang Shuping looked at the separate ward, which was exquisitely decorated and completely different from the environment at the Western Fujian Hospital.
After being awake in the ICU ward for a day and a half, she learned when Si Yao was doing her basic examination that Nian Mu was the one who insisted on transferring her to another hospital.
Of course Yang Shuping is familiar with this name.
She worked hard to make money, and besides living, she also wanted to pay back Nianmu.
Yang Shuping was surprised that Western Fujian Hospital would take the initiative to contact Nian Mu. It must be because she put Nian Mu's business card in her wallet.
There was no contact information for anyone else at the Western Fujian Hospital, so we could only contact Nian Mu.
Yang Shuping was very grateful to Nian Mu.
Watching the nurse take her to the ward, even though she was lying down, she could see three words after stepping out of the elevator.
Yang Shuping was anxious, "Nurse, I can't afford to live in such an expensive ward."
She had stayed in the VIP ward before, and the ward charges at that time were already very expensive, and they would only get more expensive.
"This is the doctor's order, we just follow it." The head nurse on the floor came over and asked the young nurse to take Yang Shuping to the ward prepared by Si Yao.
I watched the nurse busy giving her a name and giving her an injection.
Yang Shuping felt complicated, knowing that this was all arranged by Nian Mu.
But she already owed Nianmu money and could no longer let Nianmu spend so much money on her.
Yang Shuping frowned. Now, how much money does she owe Nian Mu? She doesn't know how long she will have to work to pay it off...
The nurse hung up the needle fluid for Yang Shuping, and then carefully stretched the cord of the bell and placed it next to her pillow. "Ms. Yang, if you need to change the needle fluid later, you can just ring the bell. The doctor also ordered,
You can't get up for the moment. If you need anything, just ring the bell and our door will come over and deal with it for you as soon as possible."
"Girl, can I borrow your mobile phone to make a call?" Yang Shuping knew yesterday how many days she had been in a coma.
After such a long time, even if her mobile phone was brought here, it would probably be out of battery.
"Okay, who do you want to call?" The nurse did not refuse her request, took out her mobile phone, and planned to help her make a call.
Yang Shuping frowned. She couldn't remember Nian Mu's phone call.
Seeing her distress, the nurse said: "Ms. Yang, you can't use your brain too much now. Why don't you tell me who you want to contact? Maybe our computer system has the information of the other party registered."
Yang Shuping felt a dull pain in her head, probably because she really didn't want the thing. She said, "No need to look for it. I have the other party's card in my wallet. Can you help me look for it?"
She remembered that when she moved in, the nurse told her to put her personal belongings in the closet.
The nurse nodded, opened the closet, found her canvas bag, and then found a black wallet, "Then I'll look for the business card."
"Thank you." Yang Shuping couldn't get up, but she believed in the nurse.
Moreover, she didn't have much money in her wallet, and the nurse probably didn't like the small change.
The nurse found the business card and said, "Oh, do you want to call Ms. Nian?"
Yang Shuping listened to the nurse's tone that was calm but also a little excited. She couldn't help but asked: "Girl, do you know her too?"
"Ms. Nian, the legendary figure in the ward is not a medical student, but she knows acupuncture, and the effect of acupuncture is very good, and it is different from what is taught in medical school. Oh yes, she also knows pharmacology.
A patient was given a prescription for conditioning. The patient was originally very sensitive to chemotherapy and had severe side effects. However, after drinking two pairs of traditional Chinese medicine, he felt less uncomfortable. Our nurses all know her," the nurse introduced.
But acquaintance is acquaintance, and Nianmu's relationship with them is not close.
They don't even know Nian Mu's contact information.
After entering Nian Mu's phone number on her mobile phone, the nurse pressed dial and walked to Yang Shuping's bed.
Nian Mu's voice came from the other side of the phone, "Hello, who is this?"
The nurse said: "Hello, Ms. Nian, I am a nurse from the Central Hospital. Ms. Yang has something to do with you."
After speaking, she pressed the speakerphone on her phone and placed it next to Yang Shuping's pillow. "Ms. Yang, it's up to you."
Yang Shuping's tone was a little weak, "Is it Ms. Nian?"
"It's me, Aunt Yang, are you out of the ICU ward?" Although Nian Mu asked, he also received news from Si Yao.
Si Yao's news was simple. After examination, Yang Shuping's brain was not bleeding and she could be sent back to the general ward to recuperate.
"It's already out, Ms. Nian, thank you." Yang Shuping looked at the bright ceiling. She had lived in a dark house for more than 20 years and had not seen such a bright ceiling for a long time.
Even the ceiling of Western Fujian Hospital is not so bright...
If it weren't for Nian Mu, her pitiful and miserable life might have ended.
She was conscious and conscious at the moment when the cerebral hemangioma burst. Even after the boss of her part-time job sent her to the hospital and she was pushed to the operating table by doctors and nurses, she was conscious.
At that time, the doctor said: "The situation is critical, do we really need an operation?"
"She has no relatives who can transfer her to another hospital and sign the relevant documents."
"You will definitely not be able to survive without surgery, but with our medical level, you may not be able to survive without surgery."
"The stakes are high."
She could hear the words of the doctor and nurse clearly until the moment she was completely anesthetized.
At that time, Yang Shuping felt that if it was gone, it would be gone. Her only concern was something she would never see again. Maybe it was time to end this miserable life.
However, the debt of gratitude and the money owed cannot be repaid.
Yang Shuping felt that the lights above her head were dazzling, and it was truly reminding her that she was alive. Now that she was alive, the responsibilities on her shoulders and this sad life still had to continue.
She had no intention of escaping, she could not die, she could only live actively. She said: "The ward is arranged by you...Ms. Nian, you may need to pay for the treatment in the ward."
Nian Mu knew that Yang Shuping called him, in addition to saying thank you, about the ward.
Wards are expensive.
Ordinary families will choose to stay in multi-person wards, which can save a lot of treatment costs.
But Yang Shuping is different. Even if she is sent to the general ward now, a week later, after her condition is completely stable, she will be admitted to the ward.
Instead of this, ward?
The ward is quiet, which is conducive to Yang Shuping's recovery.
"Aunt Yang, you don't have to worry about the expenses, and we don't need you to deal with them. Just take good care of yourself." Nian Mu couldn't tell her about Marcos now, so he could only say this to her.