In the hospital, there was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, which was very unpleasant.
At the lunch break today, Song July's phone began to vibrate all of a sudden. His heart was beating wildly. When he took the phone, he heard a woman's voice coming from the other end of the line. She said, "Miss Song, is that right?"
"I am, and you are?"
"I'm a nurse in the same hospital. Song Qingye suddenly has an attack and is now being rescued. Please come here as soon as possible."
"Bang—"
Song July felt as if her head was about to explode. Unable to think, her pupils shrank. She put down her things and rushed to the door. She didn't even have time to change her clothes.
"Hey, Song July, where are you going!"
She turned a deaf ear to her colleagues' cries. All she could see was Song Qingye.
When she arrived at the hospital, she rushed to the door of the emergency room. The light was still on. A nurse came over and whispered, "Miss Song, Doctor Zhang asked me to wait for you outside. He told you not to worry and he would try your best to rescue you."
Song gave a response and took a few steps back. He leaned against the wall, his entire body trembling.
The day of August was cold to the bone. When Dr. Zhang came out of the emergency room with sweat dripping down his forehead, Song July suddenly stood up and looked at him, speechless.
"We were rescued in time. Qing Ye has been transferred to the ward."
"Thank you, doctor."
"There's no need. This is my duty."
Dr. Zhang took off his mask. After thinking for a while, he said, "The current situation of Qing Ye is no longer stable by taking medicine. You'd better operate on him as soon as possible. And there is news about the bone marrow that the hospital has found for Qing Ye."
"There's news? Really?"
"Yes."
Doctor Zhang nodded. Song July was delighted and said, "Doctor Zhang, please arrange a quiet operation as soon as possible!"
Qing Ye found that his bone marrow was different from that of ordinary people when he was 15 years old. He was now 17 years old. In the past two years, he had been lying on the sickbed for treatment. He had been so thin that he couldn't be seen anymore. Now she only hoped that Qing Ye could be healthy as soon as possible and study in school like a teenager.
Hearing Song July's words, Dr. Zhang couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. "July, don't worry. As a doctor, he will definitely do his best to cure her." He paused and finally told the truth. "However, the cost of the operation is not small. Do you have it?"
He knew that the girl in front of him spent all her monthly salary on medical expenses, so there was no extra left. Where could he get the cost of the operation?
Song July's face stiffened. After a moment of silence, she said, "Don't worry, Doctor Zhang. I won't make things difficult for you. I'll collect the surgery fee as soon as possible."
"In July, if you need anything, you can tell me."
She smiled gently, polite and distant.
Dr. Zhang seemed to understand this meaning and did not speak.
At the door of the ward, she looked inside through the window. She narrowed her eyes and lay there quietly. Her face was as pale as a perfect porcelain doll.
After making sure that Song Qingye was fine, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and her heart trembled inexplicably.
"Buzz—"
She looked at the caller ID on her phone and took it. "Hello?"
"Song July!" The voice on the other side was obviously very angry and said coldly, "Where did you kill me during work? Do you know the consequences of leaving your post without permission? Come back quickly!"
"Yes, Manager!"
He hurried back to the sales department, but was smashed before he could catch his breath.
"Song July, if you don't want to do it, just say it. It's not like we can't recruit people. Don't think that no one can control you just because you have a beautiful face!" The manager sneered and slammed the document on her. Maybe there was something hard mixed in it, which was very painful.
She took a deep breath and put on a signature smile. "Manager, I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again!"
She needed this job, and Qing Ye was still waiting for her to pay the medical expenses with her salary.
The manager sneered and knocked on the table with a pen in his hand. He sneered and said, "There's no need to do it again. Just take it and give it to me—Get lost!"
Song July's hands suddenly contracted, and she could faintly feel her knuckles trembling. She stared at the manager with wide eyes and said, "Manager, I beg you, give me another chance. I will never do it again!"
Song July bit her lip hard and almost knelt down. This job was the one with the most salary. She couldn't lose it. Otherwise, what should she do with the money for the operation?
The manager's mean face became more and more obvious. He heavily patted the desk and said, "Song July, I'm not opening a charity hall. Get out of here!"
Seeing that Song July still didn't move, the manager directly stood up and dialed the internal line.
"Manager, please give me another chance."
"Hey, security guard..."
Without giving Song July any chance to speak, he directly called the security guards.
Standing at the company's entrance, she could hear someone behind her pointing at her. Her fingers were tightly holding onto the only box. Other than these, there was nothing else. Perhaps this manager had already prepared everything before she left and was waiting for her to come back to dismiss her...
When she arrived at the shabby rental apartment, she looked at the time. It was not time for the other part-time job. She was lying on the couch, and it was hard to tell how tired she was.
He closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep.
Ever since the sister and brother left that house, Song Qingye was the only one in the center of her life.
She was awakened by a thunder. She turned over and touched her forehead, but she was sweating. She didn't know what she had dreamed of, but she felt very uncomfortable.
Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Qing Ye should be anxious to wait!
The rain outside was a little heavy, and even floated into the umbrella. There was no bus here, so she could only walk there. Even if she was cold and hungry, she could not complain.
In order to get to the hospital faster, she had to take a shortcut and take a dark alley.
There was a "clatter" sound.
Suddenly, something seemed to fall from the corner and fall to the ground. She twisted her eyebrows. There were many alleys here, and it was not a formal apartment community. The public security was not good, and there might be thieves and bastards.
Just as she was about to leave, a strange sound came from the front. Her heart couldn't help but tighten. She lowered her head and walked quickly, only wishing to stay away from this troublesome place.
"Hiss—"
All of a sudden, she took a deep breath and widened her eyes in anger. "Oh!"
"Don't make a sound!"
The man who suddenly appeared covered Song July's mouth, grabbed her arm, pulled her hard, and rolled to the corner.
The mud and clothes touched each other, and the wall was full of moss-like stones. They leaned against each other, and their bones were in pain. Song July's hair was scattered on his waist.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard from not far away. "Go and find her! How can we explain it if we can't find her?"
In a few minutes, the voice became more and more distant. She should have left. She moved her body and snorted. Except for the place where he was holding her, the rest of the place was trembling with cold. The man also came to his senses and let go of her and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Song July quickly got up and kept a safe distance from him. She stared at him coldly. The night was so dark that he could not be seen clearly.
The man staggered to his feet and was ready to leave.
She had barely taken a few steps when she saw the man fall to the ground. Song forced a frown on her face. "Should I take care of him?"
Needless to say, this person was a big trouble, not to mention that Qing Ye was still waiting for her in the hospital.
He made up his mind and headed straight for the exit of the alley.
