The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

I remember that his younger brother seemed to have problems with his legs and feet. He had been living in the hospital for treatment for many years. The medical expenses and living expenses were all borne by Jiang Ci, a student at school.

Lin Xingcheng thought of Jiang Ci sitting in the car with his eyes closed and concentrating. This sense of distance from the world may have been caused by such a suffocating family environment. It is not surprising that he said such sharp words in Mingyue Village.

What she said that day may have been a bit harsh.

Lin Xingcheng nodded to Wan Lihong and said, "Then I'll go to the hospital to find him." After saying that, she turned around and got into the car. The driver closed the door for her, walked around from the back and sat back in the driver's seat.

She wants to go to the hospital to find Jiang Ci in person?

My dear, what is this little princess doing? !

Wan Lihong anxiously walked to the car: "Ms. Lin, how about I come with you? Jiang Ci works under me after all."

Wan Lihong felt uneasy about letting this little ancestor go on a wasted trip in the cold weather. This was the key point.

Lin Xingcheng lowered the window and said in a soft but unmistakable voice, "No, Director Wan, please go back to the set. Leave Jiang Ci to me."

After saying that, the black Cayenne walked away.

Wan Lihong raised his hand and scratched his hair. He couldn't figure it out for a moment. He always thought that Lin Xingcheng had a playful attitude towards Jiang Ci, but now it didn't look like that.

"Will these two have a real relationship?" Wan Lihong stood at the foot of the steps and muttered as he watched Cayenne go away.

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After arriving at the hospital, Lin Xingcheng asked the driver to park the car. She walked to the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient department and asked the nurse at the front desk for Jiang An's ward number. The reason was that distant relatives were visiting.

The nurse at the front desk was suspicious because the patient Jiang An had been staying in their hospital for a long time and his situation was special. Everyone in the hospital knew that Jiang An only had a very handsome brother and had never seen any relatives come to visit him.

However, Lin Xingcheng was well-dressed, and in a world where looks were important, a girl who was too pretty and spoke politely would always give people a good impression. The nurse was not embarrassed and gave Lin Xingcheng the ward number.

No. 602, sixth floor.

Lin Xingcheng said thank you and turned towards the elevator.

The girl is tall and slender, with a radiant little face painted with light makeup. Her facial features are delicate and small, and her skin is milky white. Her long curly hair like seaweed exposes half of her neck, like crispy bamboo shoots that have just been moistened by rain and dew on the mountain, and are fragile and fragile.

Lin Xingcheng stood quietly waiting outside the elevator. From time to time, someone would cast a startling look on her, falling on her like a blazing fire.

After all, she was used to it, and she didn't feel offended. What she was thinking in her mind was: Did something happen to Jiang Ci's brother? He was so anxious, it must be serious.

Perhaps Lin Xingcheng's dress and temperament gave people an otherworldly and expensive feeling. She was standing in the elevator, and people around her were leaning against the elevator walls, as if they were afraid of touching her.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened. Lin Xingcheng walked out in high heels. She stood in the aisle and tried to figure out the direction. She turned around and saw a tall boy in school uniform and a man holding a handheld device not far to the left. The doctor with the medical record is talking.

Jiang Ci may have left in a hurry and didn't even change her costume.

The doctor was pointing at the medical record with a pen in one hand, with regret in his eyes. He didn't know what he said to Jiang Ci, but Jiang Ci nodded.

Finally, the doctor shook his head, turned around and walked towards Lin Xingcheng. Jiang Ci also opened the door and walked into the ward.

Lin Xingcheng did not go to Jiang Ci immediately, but said to the approaching doctor: "Doctor, can you take a moment to speak."

When the doctor heard this, he looked up and was a little surprised when he saw Lin Xingcheng. He seemed to know her.

In the office, Lin Xingcheng was sitting on a small sofa, holding a glass of hot water in her hand. She lowered her head and took a sip, then put it on the glass table.

At this time, the doctor walked in with his mobile phone. He smiled and said: "Ms. Lin, don't worry, it has been taken care of here. I will fax Jiang An's medical records to Professor Shude later."

Lin Xingcheng nodded: "Sorry, but Dr. Bai, is Jiang An's situation not optimistic?"

Dr. Bai sighed: "Yes, the main reason is that the best time for treatment was missed. When he was sent to the hospital, the leg bones had already been displaced. I don't know what folk medicine his family used to wrap them. The wound had already festered and smelled. , almost all the meat was removed to avoid spreading. It’s a miracle that it can be maintained for all these years.”

After all, they are a young child, and considering their family circumstances, the hospital also gave them the greatest leniency.

Medical bills from previous years were allowed to be in arrears under special circumstances, and they were not settled until recently.

Medical expenses can be owed, but the same cannot be said for surgical expenses. Jiang Ci cannot afford it as a student, so he just raises enough money to do it once, treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Many factors caused a qualitative change, and Jiang An's illness has reached the point where it is today.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Lin Xingcheng would be disappointed, Dr. Bai added another sentence to try to comfort her.

"However, Professor Shude is an expert in this field and enjoys a high reputation in the medical community. There may be room for improvement."

Is there room for maneuver? Lin Xingcheng became a doctor after a long illness, and he knew better than anyone else that experts are just experts, not gods.

No matter how good a doctor is, there will always be times when he has no choice but to do his best and listen to fate.

Lin Xingcheng stood up: "I hope so."

Jiang An's situation has reached the final stage. Amputation was the suggestion given to Jiang Ci by Dr. Bai just now, and the sooner he makes up his mind, the better, otherwise it may spread to his thigh.

I don’t know if Jiang Ci can accept it.

Before Lin Xingcheng left the office, Dr. Bai held her hand and asked her tactfully: "Jiang An's relevant medical records have been transferred to Professor Shude. Does Ms. Lin want to explain this to her family herself, or should I inform her? "

The hospital has hospital regulations. It is best to notify family members and obtain consent before handling matters related to patients. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome if the doctor makes a fuss.

You can't miss one step.

However, Lin Xingcheng has a special status. When Dr. Bai went to a famous foreign medical school for further study, she was used as a case study on congenital heart disease.

Originally, the patient's information was not made public, but he was somewhat related to an academician at the Academy of Medicine who specialized in congenital heart disease. He often visited his institute and was fortunate enough to see Lin Xingcheng's diagnosis and treatment for her condition. Medical Research.

At that time, the academician told him that the girl could only live until the age of twenty-three at most, unless a suitable heart could be found for transplant.

The academician also lamented that fortunately the girl's family was well-off and could spend countless money to maintain her fragile life. If it were a more ordinary family, they would have returned to their ashes long ago.

This was just a small incident a few years ago. The reason why I remembered it again was because I saw Lin Xingcheng today and felt that his face was familiar, so I remembered this past incident.

Lin Xingcheng also knew that the hospital had hospital regulations and would not embarrass him, so he said: "I will tell Jiang Ci that Dr. Bai will communicate with Professor Shude to see if there is any possibility of saving Jiang An's calf. It would be best if the leg is not amputated."

Dr. Bai nodded and agreed: "This is natural. Please rest assured, Miss Lin."

After coming out of Dr. Bai's office, Lin Xingcheng took the elevator back to the sixth floor of the inpatient department to find Jiang Ci.

However, when he opened the door to the ward, he was not seen. He only saw a young man in a wheelchair in front of the white curtains.

He has a handsome face and exquisite facial features, which are similar to Jiang Ci.