love addiction

"Don't say that." Mrs. Ming choked up and shouted, "No matter what, I will let Xiaoran perform this operation, Mingming, or, leave me alone and let Xiaoran do it."

"Do you think this will work?" Mr. Ming asked with a sullen face, "Not to mention whether I agree or not, if this operation is really done, what will you tell Xiaoran to do in the future? She will always bear this pressure And living, it's not good for her."

Mr. Ming knows how hard it is to live under pressure, so he can't bear it.

Mrs. Ming asked with red eyes, "Then what should I do? If this drags on, my health will get worse every day. I don't want Xiaoran to lose her last way."

"Let's take a look again..." Mr. Ming was still so comforting, and the phone rang at this moment.

He looked at the number, it was from the hospital, the hospital he invested in himself.

Mr. Ming picked it up and asked politely, "Doctor Cui, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Ming, I found a blood type that matches Mrs. Ming's!!" Dr. Cui said excitedly on the other end of the phone.

"Really?!" Mr. Ming stood up all of a sudden, and asked in disbelief.

"It's absolutely true. We just did a reaction test, and it's really good. If you don't believe me, you can come over right away to see the results." Dr. Cui was already so excited that he couldn't get any more excited.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Ming hung up the phone and briefly talked to Mrs. Ming, Ming Ziyu. They all decided to go to the hospital immediately.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dr. Cui showed the results to the three of them. It turned out that this person's blood type was suitable for Mrs. Ming.

In other words, after Mrs. Ming's blood transfusion, all the indicators of her body went up, and she was able to reach the standard for surgery, and the surgery could continue.

This is really a mountain and water, and there is no way to do it, and there is another village.

Ming Ziyu asked Dr. Cui excitedly, "Where is this person now? I'll look for it right away."

"This is the address and contact information of this person. You can ask, but I heard from the nurse that this person's situation is a bit special. You should find out first, and then see how to communicate with him." Dr. Cui shared the information When handing it to Ming Ziyu, he suggested.

Ming Ziyu nodded, and said to Mr. Ming, "Dad, you can take care of my mother first. Leave this matter to me, and I will definitely complete this task."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Mr. Ming felt relieved.

Although Ming Ziyu was young, he was still relatively steady in his work, and Mrs. Ming really couldn't do without people.

Saying goodbye to his parents, Ming Ziyu drove quickly to the hospital invested by Mingyu.

Dr. Cui was still waiting for him. When he saw him coming, he immediately took him to the laboratory and showed him the results.

When Ming Ziyu saw that all the above indicators and reactions were in line, his eyes lit up completely, and he hurriedly said to Dr. Cui, "You take me to see this person right away, no matter how much it costs, you must stay." live with this person."

"Here's this person's information. Let's take a look. We don't know much here. Young Master Ming, you can arrange for someone to check and find out the situation. If I suggest, you should look at the other party's situation before talking about it. No. After all, it is not an easy thing to accept to go to someone recklessly." Dr. Cui suggested.

Ming Ziyu nodded, and left the research room with the materials.

After returning to the car, he opened the file bag, and there were only a few documents in it.

The purpose of entry is the name of this person.

Ye Qingcheng, female.

The name is very good, and the age is very young, only eighteen.

This time, I came here for a blood test because I scratched my finger during the experiment, so I sent it here for bandaging.

According to Mr. Ming's orders, Dr. Cui will collect the blood of many people for matching. However, after doing the matching for so long, this is the first person who meets the standard.

Ming Ziyu put down the file bag, wiped the corners of his mouth with his long fingers, his eyes flickered strangely, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Awei, it's me, help me check someone, um, Ye Qingcheng, you Check it out for me and see if the other party has any weaknesses, it is best to tell me within today, it is urgently needed, okay, I will wait for your news."

Hanging up the phone, Ming Ziyu went to 'encounter', revised the unfinished color design draft, and only received a call from Ah Wei when it was getting dark.

Ming Ziyu was obviously impatient, and said as soon as he picked it up, "Awei, your efficiency is getting worse and worse, and you kept me waiting for so long."

Ah Wei over there, of course, apologized, and told Ming Ziyu that the detailed information had been sent to his mailbox, which relieved Ming Ziyu of his anger.

He hung up the phone, opened the mailbox immediately, and checked the email.

The document was not very large, Ming Ziyu printed it out directly, and then sat on the boss's chair to read it slowly.

Ye Qingcheng, a person at the lowest level of society, her family conditions are very poor, and she is a stepmother, who treats her very badly. There are younger sisters and younger brothers in the family, and she is the most excluded one at home.

Looks like a little doormat.

Ming Ziyu raised his lips, then put down the documents, took his coat and went out, heading straight to his destination.

An old-fashioned residential area near the eastern suburbs, this is where Ye Qingcheng lives.

After her finger was scratched during the day, she was sent to the hospital by her teacher and classmates, where she was bandaged, and then the teacher asked her to go back, but she didn't really want to come back.

Her finger was injured, so she was destined to pay for medical expenses, but she had no money, the teacher paid in advance, and she had to ask her family for the money.

The family she lives in doesn't give her money at all, which makes Ye Qingcheng very troubled.

On weekdays, I want to find a part-time job, but my mother arranges to do this or that at home. How can I have the time and experience to work part-time?
Therefore, she has no extra money.

After dawdling outside for a long time, she still went back, as if she would be scolded tonight.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my younger sister Ye Qingxin sitting with my mother eating melon seeds and watching TV. The sound of her coming in made Ye Qingxin unhappy, and cursed, "Don't you know how to be gentle? Just saw the important The plot is annoying."

"Why did you come back? Do you want to be lazy again? Hurry up and cook for us. I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you want to starve us to death, right?" Yan Yueru, the little mother, accused very rudely.

Just as Ye Qingcheng was about to speak, his father Ye Nan also spoke, "Yeah, Qingcheng, why did you come back? Hurry up, cook, I'll help you."

"Why can you help? She doesn't have long hands, does she? She's so big, and you're worried that she can't cook? Come back and give me a shoulder squeeze." Yan Yueru saw Ye Nan's little thoughts clearly, He was so drunk that he couldn't help Ye Qingcheng, so he could only smile apologetically.

Ye Qingcheng looked at his hands, and then said sadly, "Father, Mom, my hand was injured during the experiment. The doctor said that it should not get wet, so I may not be able to cook dinner tonight..."

"Are you so delicate? It's just that you got hurt while doing the experiment. It's definitely not serious. Don't make excuses for your laziness, just do it quickly." Yan Yueru scolded very rudely.

Ye Nan hurried over, "Qingcheng, is the injury serious? Let me see?"

"What are you looking at? Ye Nan, can you not be biased? Why haven't Qingxin and the others seen you care so much?"

As soon as Ye Qingcheng heard her mentioning these things, she knew that there was no more fun, so she quickly said to Ye Nan, "Abba, it's okay, I'll do it myself."

"can you?"

"It's okay." Ye Qingcheng resisted the sadness in his heart and went to the kitchen.

She didn't say that the wound was really serious, you could see the bones, and she even had a few stitches.

But she didn't want to see her dad in trouble, so she had to endure the pain and go to the kitchen to cook for them.

Yan Yueru was still criticizing Ye Qingcheng in the living room, and Ye Nan had no part to protest, so she could only listen silently.

When washing vegetables, Ye Qingcheng could only take care of her hungry wound and try not to let it touch the water.

But there was something she could avoid so easily, the gauze bandaged was still wet with water, the wound was painful, and moisture gathered in her eyes, but she could only bite her lip and endure it.

The meal was finally ready, during which Yan Yueru scolded me countless times, and Ye Qingxin also complained that she was too slow and flirted when eating.

Yan Yueru is even more powerful, there is always a reason for him to be picky when pointing at her cooking.

Ye Qingcheng was the same as usual, holding back her words, after all, she still had to ask for medical expenses, so she definitely couldn't contradict her.

Finally, after the meal, Ye Qingcheng was also reprimanded for the meal. When she was cleaning up the dishes, she whispered to Ye Nan, "Father, my hand injury is the medical expenses paid by the teacher in advance. Can you give it to Ye Nan?" I, I have to return it to the teacher."

Ye Nan hadn't answered yet, but Yan Yueru overheard her and shouted directly, "Are you asking for money? Ye Qingcheng, how do you know that you want money? Did you know that Qingxin is going to compete soon, and she needs a lot of money to fly?" , Staying in a hotel is all money, where is the money for you? Your hand was injured in the laboratory, and the teacher should have paid for it in advance, so why don't you pay it?"

Ye Nan looked at Ye Qingcheng in embarrassment.

Seeing Abba's expression, Ye Qingcheng knew that he was speechless.

Her eyes dimmed, she turned and went to the kitchen, washing dishes while crying.

When she came out, she saw Ye Qingxin showing her new dress to a few people. It was beautiful and the price was very impressive, at least it was Ye Qingcheng's pocket money for half a year.

She sighed and went back to the room.

It's a room, it's more like a small storage room, it's very small, it's cold in winter and hot in summer, but it's the place where Ye Qingcheng has lived for more than ten years.

She just took out her homework to write, but found that her fingers were covered with blood, which she probably didn't notice when she was just washing the dishes.

After the pain became numb, I didn't feel the pain anymore, so I didn't notice it.

The doctor's orders had no effect. She felt that the wound was hot, and it must have been inflamed. She could only remove the wet gauze. Seeing the hideous wound on her index finger, her brows furrowed.

She woke up with a start when the phone came. Just as she was about to pick it up, she heard it was picked up in the living room downstairs. She glanced at the number above and found that it was from grandma. She hurriedly picked it up and said, "Little Mom, it's grandma calling, let me answer it."

Yan Yueru was still disgusted, hung up the phone with a cold snort, and muttered a few words.

Ye Qingcheng ignored it, picked up the phone and asked, "Grandma, I'm Qingcheng."

"Qingcheng, I'm your little aunt. Your grandma is sick. You should hurry up and take a look. She's in the hospital." The little aunt said anxiously on the other end of the phone.