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The fog gradually dissipated, but it was still very cold. Qiao Mu got off the crowded bus, but her good mood was not affected at all. She hummed to herself as she walked briskly towards the inpatient department of the hospital.

Qiao Mu was still humming along the way, unaware that half of her dinner was already in the stomach of that old scoundrel.

Her mother was afraid of delaying her studies, so she didn't want her to come every day. She couldn't refuse, so she came once every two days. It was just that in the two days that she wasn't here, a lot of things had happened.

Qiao Mu took a deep breath. His mother needed to rest now, there were some things she couldn't let his mother know.

Entering the Inpatient Department's lobby, Qiao Mu greeted the nurses familiarly. A bright smile hung on her small face. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying the vitality of a young person.

"Qiao Mu came to visit mother again."

"Mhmm, thank you for taking care of my mom."

Qiao Mu's mother, Lin Wei, had been hospitalized here for half a year because of a heart problem. The doctors and nurses had a good impression of this pretty and filial little girl. Qiao Mu had also helped a lot when she wasn't here.

Room 206 on the second floor.

Qiao Mu stared at her mother's lips. On the surface, she seemed very calm, but her heart suddenly clenched. "Mom, how have you been these past two days?"

Qiao Mu pulled open the curtain, walked to the bedside table, and poured out the steaming hot millet porridge from the thermos while asking her mother about the past two days.

"It's pretty good, everyone is taking good care of me, too. Don't worry about me, study hard, don't keep coming this way."

"It's alright, mom. I study very hard, so I won't delay."

Lin Wei leaned against the sickbed as she looked at her daughter's busy figure with a pained heart. She felt a wave of bitterness in her heart. Ever since Qiao Mu had come home, she had not had a good life.

He thought that with Qiao Mu's adoption, her family would finally be satisfied, but the reality was this cruel. Her husband gambled until all her family property was gone, she owed a pile of money and began to smoke and drink. She even called Qiao Mu a jinx and said that ever since she came, her family life was getting worse with each passing day.

She clearly remembered every time Qiao Mu was beaten, the little girl would curl up in a corner of the bed and tremble. Her eyes were red and her small mouth was tightly pursed into a line.

She had thought of sending Qiao Mu back to the orphanage, but upon hearing this, Qiao Mu's mood instantly broke down. She hugged her neck and cried out. Her eyes were filled with fear. She was afraid of being abandoned again.

Lin Wei turned her head and wiped away her tears, afraid that her daughter would notice something amiss. The thing she was most proud of in her life was the adoption of Qiao Mu. There was a fellow sick friend who had three children, but none of them were willing to stay by her side. How much did she envy her?

"Mom, it's done. Go eat." The small table was propped up on the bed and breakfast was placed on it. Chao Mu pulled over a stool and sat beside her, motioning for his mother to eat. It was still warm.

Lin Wei held the bowl of porridge and looked at her daughter's palm-sized face. She felt both comforted and guilty at the same time.

"Mom, is there something on my face? I, I washed my face this morning. " Seeing her mother staring at her with an uncertain expression, Qiao Mu felt guilty. A thin layer of cold sweat seeped out of her hand and she raised her hand to stroke her neck. Today, she intentionally wore a turtleneck sweater to hide the dark kiss on her neck, afraid that her mother would see through it.

"Why do I feel like you've lost weight again? Look at your small face, there are only two big eyes left. Are you reluctant to eat it? Save it and give it to me."

Hearing her mother talk about this, Qiao Mu secretly let out a breath of relief. Her tensed shoulders instantly relaxed. She thought her mother had seen her neck.

"No, I ate very well. It's not like you don't know that I've been eating very well since I was young. I'm not fat no matter how much I eat. Many people are almost dying of envy."

Qiao Mu's playful expression made Lin Wei laugh. Lin Wei knew that this child would be reluctant to eat something good. She took out an egg from her plate and placed it in front of her daughter. With a serious expression, she said, "Eat the egg."

Qiao Mu quickly waved her hand. "I've eaten Mom, really."

"If you don't eat it, then I won't eat it either." Lin Wei put the bowl of congee on the table, looking as if she didn't want to eat it even if she didn't want to.

Feeling helpless, Qiao Mu's small hands took the warm egg and carefully peeled it away before placing it in her mouth.

Lin Wei's eyes were filled with a smile as she watched her daughter eat the egg. Only then did she pick up the bowl of porridge and start to drink again.

After taking care of her mother and breakfast, Qiao Mu cleaned up a bit and washed the clothes that her mother had changed into before walking towards Doctor Song's office.

After knocking on the door and entering the office, Qiao Mu greeted him and began to ask about his mother's recent illness. "Doctor Song, how has my mother been recently?"

Qiao Mu was anxious, her eyebrows knitted together, her almond-shaped eyes revealed a hint of panic. Her captivating red lips instantly lost all color. "Doctor, how is my mother now?"

"Look, this is your mother's chest film from yesterday. Her heart and blood vessels are starting to clogging up, and this is also the reason why your mother's lips are becoming purer and heavier. If you don't, your mother will be in mortal danger. "

Qiao Mu looked at the dazzling fluoroscopy and case report in front of him and her face instantly turned as pale as paper. His mind rumbled as it exploded, becoming blank. Her powerless hands could not help but tremble and even her breathing felt a pinch.

"Do it, we do it, please arrange surgery for my mother as soon as possible …" Qiao Mu's heart was a mess but as long as there was a sliver of hope, she could not give up.

"The initial cost of the operation is estimated to be more than 200,000, and there's still follow-up treatment …" Doctor Song looked at Qiao Mu's expression. "I hope you are mentally prepared."

"Alright, I know, I know, we'll do it. I'll prepare the money."

Seeing Qiao Mu walk out of the office with a pale face, Doctor Song silently sighed. Actually, Qiao Mu's mother wasn't in such a rush to get the operation done, but he had no choice but to obey orders from her superiors.

Qiao Mu walked out of the office in a daze, her eyes flustered and her feet staggering. She was not in the mood to pay attention to the people she bumped into as she provoked a wave of cursing from behind him.

She couldn't hear anything now. All she knew was that her mother would die if she didn't have surgery.

At the corner of the corridor, Qiao Mu had used up all her strength and could no longer walk. It was as if she had lost her soul and was leaning weakly against a white wall. Her body slowly slid down and she collapsed on the ground.

Qiao Mu forced the tears in her eyes back a few times. In the end, she was the same as Qiao Mu, breaking down.