Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 2 It’s understandable that people look u

The next morning, Song Qingcheng washed and went downstairs, and the nanny was already cleaning up the leftovers on the table.

“Get up?” Lu Xishan happened to come out of the study on the first floor. He turned his head and urged the nanny in the dining room: “Go make another breakfast.”

Before the words fell, another female voice sounded: “Auntie Liang, come up and help me tie my hair.”

Ge Wenjuan was standing on the second floor, wearing a professional suit. She glanced at Song Qingcheng coldly, then turned back to the room.

As the head of the family, Lu Xishan’s face was not very good-looking, but Song Qingcheng smiled slightly: “I made an appointment with my classmates to go out to play, so I won’t eat breakfast.”

Lu Xishan said: “Want to go out? Then let the driver see you off.”

Song Qingcheng had already walked to the hallway and changed his shoes: “No, it’s not a long way.”

When Song Qingcheng left, Lu Xishan in the room pinched his eyebrows, then turned upstairs. In the master bedroom, Ge Wenjuan was threw his eyebrows. He looked at his wife’s well-maintained facial features in the mirror, and his tone was blamed: “Qingcheng is still a child. , Can’t you be more tolerant and caring?”

“Pop!” Ge Wenjuan patted the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table.

She raised her eyes to her cowardly husband: “It didn’t come out of my stomach, Lu Xishan, don’t forget, she is not the kind of your short-lived eldest brother, and her mother doesn’t want this child, I If you are not relatives to her, do you still have to treat people as living ancestors at home?”

“Couldn’t you speak well and hold your gun and stick as soon as you speak!”

Ge Wenjuan smiled coldly: “I’m not you. I picked up a weed and became a treasure. Don’t think I don’t know. In order to put this scourge into Yuanwei High School, how many gifts did you give and a few meals? Last night she Did she stretch out her hand again to ask you for money, her grandmother who hurried into the coffin can always rely on you to raise her.”

Lu Xishan’s forehead blue veins were prominent, and there were signs of seizures. Ge Wenjuan picked up the eyebrow pencil again and spoke slowly: “I’ve used Mr. Liu to prevaricate, he shouldn’t care about a little girl. The company needs a lot of money now. Capital turnover, if Mr. Liu suddenly changes his mind, you will know the consequences better than me.”

Thinking of the company in crisis, Lu Xishan chose to remain silent.

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After coming out of Lu’s house, Song Qingcheng got on the bus and went to the First People’s Hospital of the city.

After getting off the car, she went to buy some fruits nearby before entering the inpatient department.

The elevator stops on the 6th floor, cardiovascular department.

Before reaching the door of the ward, Song Qingcheng saw the old man who had been placed on the temporary hospital bed in the corridor. The caregiver was holding his legs and holding sunflower seeds in his hands and chatting with the family members on the next hospital bed.

“Grandma,” Song Qingcheng’s eyes flushed suddenly, and he walked quickly to the bedside: “Why lie here?”

The nurse is a woman in her early fifties, born with a broad waist, and she spit out melon seeds while she said: “What else is going on? The hospital is not a charity. If you don’t pay the money in time, how can you continue to occupy the bed? Little girl, while you are here today, I will say hello to you first. After a few days of work, I won’t be here next month.”

Song Qingcheng ignored her, just squatted by the bed and looked at the old man with a poor complexion.

“The nurse can come to inform in the morning. Your grandma’s medicine is not cheap. If you don’t pay the fee tomorrow, for example, the imported injection of Levosimendan will have to be stopped.”

The old man who was asleep wearing a nasal oxygen tube woke up and was very happy to see his granddaughter, but his voice was dry and silent, so he could only raise his hand to touch the child’s cheek.

Song Qingcheng hurriedly grasped the old man’s thin right hand of the infusion, and asked softly, “Grandma, did you wake you up?”

Grandma blinked her eyes and shook her head again.

“You rest first.” Song Qingcheng felt sour. The central air conditioner was set on the corridor. Before getting up, he put the old man’s hand back into the quilt, and turned his head to the nurse said: “I’ll go to Dr. Fan to find out the situation.”

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Dr. Fan met Song Qingcheng several times and knew that she was a family member of a 4-bed old lady in Ward 6021.

“Your grandmother’s Kari has been in arrears since the day before yesterday.” Dr. Fan moved the mouse and checked the relevant information on the computer: “We can’t help it. You see, Kerry’s beds are not enough. Both sides of the corridor are full of hospital beds. .”

Qingcheng clenched the backpack belt in his hand: “Doctor Fan, my grandmother is getting older and it is very inconvenient to live in the corridor…”

Dr. Fan interrupted her: “Otherwise, if you change the hospital for the elderly, such as the hospital in the town, the fees will be relatively cheap.”

Coming out of the office, Song Qingcheng sat on the chair in the corridor, bent over and buried his face between his arms, tired and confused.

She didn’t know what went wrong, Lu Xishan clearly said that he had already paid 50,000 yuan.

Thinking of the old man still lying in the corridor, Song Qingcheng’s eyes were hot and humid. She was holding her mobile phone and didn’t know who to call. No one except Lu Xishan could come up with that much money at once.

After a while, the door of the doctor’s office suddenly opened.

Song Qingcheng looked up lightly—

Dr. Fan saw the girl who had not left outside, and immediately said: “I am planning to go to find you. The Finance Department called me and said that someone had paid for your grandma for two months last night, and they were working there. Because of negligence, a patient on my side was discharged from the hospital, and immediately arranged your grandma in.”

Back in the ward, the nurse was already smiling, and he never mentioned resignation again.

Song Qingcheng didn’t care about her, and she was in line with money, and it was understandable.

The old man was leaning against the head of the bed after the IV drip, and when he saw his granddaughter come back, his face was loving.

My grandmother used to be a rural teacher, and the salary was enough to support herself and her granddaughter. But since seven or eight years ago, her asthma has worsened, and her heart problems have also occurred. Other serious and minor illnesses have followed. Although Nancheng’s medical standards It is more advanced than small towns, but the medical insurance enjoyed cannot be used across regions. The monthly pension of more than two thousand is not enough to give Levosimendan injection once.