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Chapter 170: Liar (involving the original sad story)

A loud argument was heard in the hospital ward, causing passing patients to look back frequently. Some wanted to gather at the door to watch the excitement, but were asked by the doctors on duty to return to their respective wards.

In order to prevent the matter from getting out of hand, the head nurse called the security department and waited for the security guard on duty to come up, and risked her life to enter the ward to calm the family members.

Two young trainee nurses were chatting in low voices outside the door.

"Why is there so much noise in there?"

"You just got here, let me tell you..." The nurse who had been in the hospital longer and was about to be converted to a regular employee gossiped with her.

"They are all miserable people. The patient in here has cancer, and it was discovered not too late. Timely medical treatment can temporarily suppress and delay the onset of the disease, but the family stopped taking the medicine... Alas, it's been less than half a year, and the person is almost dying..."

The new nurse was young and had not seen the darkness and cruelty of the world. She asked naively:

"Ah? You don't have money? There are so many crowdfunding organizations now, you can always raise some money, right?"

The older nurse looked at her, shook her head, and sighed, "There's money, but there's no cure."

He looked around again, pulled the other person to a corner, and whispered:

"The family was poor and had no money to treat the disease. However, the patient's niece was promising and had been admitted to a prestigious university. She was very capable and filial. When she heard that her aunt had cancer, she gave her 100,000 yuan the next day without saying a word. She then deposited money into her card one after another, just to pay for her aunt's medical treatment. But, alas...

This family is such a jerk. Not only did they sign a form to give up treatment, they also tricked the patient into taking out the money and finding a way to pay for it themselves. They also teamed up to hide it from the girl and kept defrauding her of money...

She was young, less than 20 years old, and still a college student. She had too little experience and thought that as long as the money did not pass through other people's hands and was deposited in the medical card, it would be safe. How could she have imagined that her terminally ill aunt would help her burdensome older brother even if she did not seek medical treatment herself?

……

Look, they have been defrauding people for half a year and have swindled nearly a million. If the patient's condition had not worsened and they could no longer conceal it, and had to be hospitalized for treatment, this silly girl would have been kept in the dark and would not even know that she had passed away. They would have continued to transfer money even after she died."

"what?!"

The young nurse heard such a dirty thing for the first time. She was so shocked that her mouth opened wide. It took her a long time to find her voice again. Her eyes were slightly red and she said in a tense voice:

"Why is that? Didn't she come to the hospital to visit? Where are the medical records, test results, and hospitalization records? Didn't she notice anything wrong?"

This time, the older nurse did not explain it to her in detail. Instead, she glanced at the closed door of the ward with a slightly depressed look in her eyes and said vaguely:

"If you want to cheat, there are many ways to do it. You will know after working for a few months. This is not an isolated case..."

It’s just a matter of pointing out the gray industrial chain.

The young nurse was silent for a while, then spoke unwillingly, "Our hospital... just doesn't care?..."

"Given his family background, he has signed a letter of commitment to give up treatment, and the patient has said he can't be cured. How can we manage this? If people find out, they will blame you for being nosy. But if they come to our hospital and make a scene, whose responsibility will it be?"

The older nurse sighed.

"In my opinion, the little girl is very smart and she may not be unaware of the situation at home.

Perhaps they may have noticed it, but they are just hoping for luck. With so much money, if not all is spent on patients, at least 30% to 50% can be used for treatment, right?

Who could have thought that they were such blood relatives that they were so connected to each other that they could be so cruel as to just say no to treatment.

Or maybe...she just spends money for psychological comfort...it's not something we have the ability to control, nor is it something we should control..."

As he was speaking, four or five people from the security department came up in the elevator.

The two nurses did not dare to talk any more, and quickly waved to lead the way into the ward. It took a lot of effort to get the patient's family members who were making trouble and quarreling out, and took them to the security department for a talk.

In the ward.

The medical equipment made a rhythmic beeping sound.

The air was filled with a stench of corpses that even the pungent smell of disinfectant could hardly cover up.

The source of the smell was the bed placed in the center of the ward.

From a distance, the bed was covered with only a not-so-flat medical blanket.

But when I got closer, I found that under the quilt, there was a skinny patient lying there, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

It had no hair, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman from its appearance. The dull skin was stretched over the skull, and if it weren't for the heart rate monitor still displaying the parameters, anyone would have thought there was a skeleton lying on the bed.

“…Okay…Okay…”

The patient was breathing very weakly, and his voice was so feeble that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

The quilt moved slightly, and an arm as thin as a piece of wood stretched out from underneath. On the back of the hand, which was as thin as a piece of dry bone, there was a needle of an infusion device connected.

"……well……"

The only living person in the room, the girl, picked up the overturned chair from the ground and pulled it to the bed. Her fair and clean hands held the other person's arm, which was raised with difficulty, without any disgust, and slowly sat down on the chair.

"Auntie, I'm here."

The girl's response made the other party feel like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He ignored the infusion needle that had been inserted into the back of his hand with great effort and held her hand tightly with such strength that he didn't seem like a dying person.

"Okay, this ward... how much does it cost to stay for one day?... Listen to auntie... we won't stay here... we won't stay here, refund the money... refund it... don't waste it..."

“It’s not a waste.”

She paused for a moment, took a breath, and then slowly said in a calm voice:

"Don't worry, stay in the hospital and I'll take care of the money. I've already contacted the best doctor in the city and will be able to...complete the transfer procedures and take you to a big hospital in a little while..."

"Hey... just listen to me, be good... save the money... and save it for your brother to go to college next year... be obedient... you will have many places to spend money in the future..."

The girl lowered her head, did not respond immediately, nor did she give in. After a long while, she slowly said:

"This money is for your medical treatment..."

"I am a dying person, I can't be cured...you listen to me..."

Hearing this, the girl finally couldn't help but raise her head and looked at the lifeless patient on the bed.

"It could have been cured. If you had continued receiving treatment, it wouldn't have deteriorated to this extent. Aunt, why do you always--"

Halfway through her words, the heart rate monitor suddenly made a rapid sound. The girl knew she had said something wrong and stopped talking. However, there was an unshakable solemnity in her beautiful eyes.

"...Child, don't blame me. I have lived like this my whole life. This habit has long been ingrained. Even if I want to change, I can't...After all, blood is thicker than water. You don't understand..."

"...I really don't understand." The girl chuckled at herself for a long time before she slowly spoke, "You should take good care of yourself and don't worry about the money. When you get better, I will take you to a big city and completely cut off contact with them. No one will be able to find you..."

In the ward, the girl slowly and patiently described the sights of the big city and a life filled with a bright future.

Even the patient on the bed curled his eyes slightly and smiled with wrinkles on his face after hearing this. The hand that had been tightly grasping her wrist just now had slowly loosened its grip and was weakly resting on the edge of the bed.

"Okay...I wish you were my daughter."

The girl lifted the quilt, adjusted the direction of her arms, and was about to cover her with the quilt, but when she heard the words, her movements paused slightly.

"Aunt, I am your biological daughter."

"No, you're not, okay, you're not..."

At this moment, hearing such words again, she was not as stubborn as she was when she was a child, nor did she hold on to her aunt's clothes and refuse to let go, insisting on going to her aunt's house and being her aunt's child.

She understood this truth several years ago.

No matter how close and filial a niece is, she can never compare to one's own children.

No matter how bad her own children are, they are still her own flesh and blood, and can never be compared to them despite the distance between them.

But she was unwilling to do so.

I don't want to admit it either.

When living with this group of brothers and sisters, I always want to be the best and surpass them in everything.

But it seemed that the more she worked harder and made more progress, the more people would exclude and suppress her.

A few years ago, she faced reality after repeated setbacks and began to work hard to get rid of the influence of her original family and tried to break free from the environment that bound her.

Since she cannot change the views and attitudes of the people around her, there is no need to blindly pursue the approval and opinions of others.

Therefore, when the girl heard her dying relative on the hospital bed once again denying the affection and relationship between them, she did not argue too much, but went along with what she said.

"Well, no, I'm your niece."

But the other party seemed to be determined to die, still not giving in, and shouted excitedly:

"You're not! You're not! Okay, you're not my niece either... I... I've been lying to you... I've kept this secret for twenty years... For twenty whole years... Every time I see you, I feel... guilty...

I was blinded by greed and lost my mind at the beginning, which led me to do such beastly things. This is retribution. I will die soon, and the King of Hell has sent ghosts to take my life and judge my sins. This is retribution!

I said, I said—"