C8

After packing his things, he carried his phone to the door with much difficulty. Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was a call from the hospital. Su Qinglian quickly pressed the answer button.

"Dr Xu... Right... It's me... What... "Critical illness?!"

Hearing the news that his father was critically ill came from the other side of the phone. Without thinking, Su Qinglian rushed out the door with his slippers on.

Outside the door was a secluded and quiet stone road. The surroundings were completely empty, there were not even a single car passing by. Su Qinglian immediately became even more anxious.

But at the thought of her dying father, she gritted her teeth and ran along the side of the road, her clothes slowly soaked with tears and sweat.

hospital

With the red light of the Emergency Room still on, Su Qinglian clenched his fists and paced back and forth in the corridor with a flustered expression.

After a long while, Dr Xu finally walked out from the Emergency Room.

"Dr Xu, how is my father?" Upon seeing the doctor, Su Qinglian immediately went forward with a face full of worry.

"The situation is extremely unstable. Fortunately, we discovered it in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable …" Dr Xu took off his mask, and a trace of love flashed past his eyes as he looked at the pale Su Qinglian.

Su Qinglian stood in place, his mind a blank.

First, her father had suffered an injury and failed the company, finally paying off his debts. Now that he was suffering from such an incurable disease, just what else could she do to restore her former blissful life?

He buried his head deep into his arms as tears silently rolled down his face.

"Miss Su, I recently heard that the neighboring city has developed a new treatment method that might be able to extend your father's life."

Hearing this, Su Qinglian raised his head in excitement. His eyes were blurry with tears, as if she had seen the hope of life.

A hand reached over.

"The ground is cold. Rise."

The Dr Xu's pleasant and magnetic voice rang beside his ears.

After hesitating for a long time, Su Qinglian slowly stretched out his right hand. As she met his eyes that were like ink, a warm and soft sensation came from his palm.

Su Qinglian couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since he last felt warmth.

"If you agree to transfer, I'll arrange for some procedures for you to leave the hospital. Treat your uncle as soon as possible, and your illness might even improve."

Dr Xu frowned, as if he was worried about something, and afraid of hurting Su Qinglian. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Why don't we try?"

Su Qinglian sat on a bench in the corridor, feeling uneasy, his long fingers were intertwined together, not knowing what to do.

When she left the Lian City to go to an unfamiliar city, she had to start anew to settle everything. However, she had no money, no job, and facing the high medical fees, she had no way to pay.

But if she did not leave, not only would her father's condition worsen, even Qiao Mei would not let her off …

After a difficult struggle within his heart, Su Qinglian suddenly raised his eyes, and seriously looked at Dr Xu.

"I'll be counting on you for the transfer, thank you."

When the Dr Xu heard this, he was stunned at first, but then immediately replied, "Alright."

Looking at Su Qinglian's soulless back, Dr Xu's heart ached and he blamed himself. He only took out his phone after the back figure disappeared into the corridor.

"Miss Qiao, I have settled the matters that you requested, now can you let Su Qinglian go."

Dr Xu held the phone tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging, his tone patient yet dissatisfied.

Not long after, a sharp and complacent laughter came from the other end of the line. Then, the phone hung up.

Listening to the busy beeping sound waves, Dr Xu suddenly felt unsettled.