Feed the tiger with her

Duck-like laughter erupted from the other end of the video, quacking.

Because of a cold, Song Ange made a hoarse voice, and still joked, "It seems that the old man has some skills, and you can't let go, and my sisters can understand."

"However, don't worry, if you leave this article, my sister will help you find a better one!"

Jian Zhiyan asked casually, "How can you help me find it?"

"I booked a plane ticket and fly back to Beishi the day after tomorrow. I'll help you when I get back."

Song Ange is coming back? !

She must have done it on purpose. After chatting for so long, she suddenly released such a big thunder.

Jian Zhiyan was both surprised and delighted, and suddenly regained her spirits.

"You, don't you work on Wall Street?!"

"That's not it."

Song Ange's smile narrowed, "You know, my mother has been in poor health. I talked to her half a year ago and felt that she was short of breath. Recently, she finally admitted that there is a small thing growing on her lung. She also said that the problem is not serious, she can see a doctor by herself..."

"You said I can't rest assured, so I took a leave of absence and planned to fly back to escort my mother to see a doctor."

Jian Zhiyan and Song Ange are young friends, and they know her family background very well - single parent, ordinary local income - these conditions, in the New York study circle, can be regarded as the poorest of the poor.

But Song Ange has never been inferior, always optimistic and confident, like a happy little sun, in the past eight years, she has illuminated Jane's face in the gloom.

Now that her little sun has encountered dark clouds, Jian Zhiyan can't sit still.

"You're suffering from a cold. If you come back now, there is a high probability that you will infect your aunt and affect her follow-up treatment. Why don't I help you go to the hospital for a checkup first, and you wait for another week and come back when you recover."

Song Ange's heart fluttered for a moment, "Will this trouble you too much?"

Jian Zhiyan: "I still blame you why you didn't tell me your worries half a year ago."

……

The first time Jian Zhiyan visited Song's house, she followed the address given by Song Ange and groped past.

In the deepest part of the alley, there is a door with peeling vermilion lacquer. Push the door and enter. A large courtyard is divided into several households, densely packed with sundries, filling the passageway.

It took Jian Zhiyan a lot of effort to identify the correct house number, and then saw a middle-aged woman who looked like Song Ange, pushed the door out and asked her.

"Little girl, who are you looking for?"

Jian Zhiyan: "Auntie, I am Jian Zhiyan, An Ge's friend."

"Oh, it's the face!"

Song Ange should have said it in advance. Mother Song had a kind smile on her face. She nodded repeatedly and hurriedly asked someone to sit in the room.

Jian Zhiyan declined politely, and went straight to the point, "I've already contacted the hospital, pack up and let's go, An Ge can rest assured that you recover soon."

Song's mother complained that her daughter made a big fuss, but she was sweet in her heart, and even with Jian Zhiyan, she could feel her heartfelt ironing.

Song's mother pulled Jian Zhiyan into the house, asked if it was cold on the road, asked if she had breakfast, packed up her things, and finally, an hour later, the two arrived at the hospital.

See a doctor, write a bill, and at the same time, a special person has arranged a single room ward for them.

Jian Zhiyan accompanied Song's mother to the internal medicine department to take a film. While waiting, Song's mother finally showed uneasiness. After looking around, she asked quietly.

"This is a private hospital. It costs a lot of money to live in. Why did An Ge find such a place for me... This child, alas!"

That's it for a good wife and mother who take the traditional route.

Jian Zhiyan didn't plan to comfort her with words, instead she turned on her phone and found a photo from the photo album - it was the first time Jin Jing paid Song Ange's salary a few months ago, Song Ange saved the screenshot of the account and forwarded it to Jane of color.

At that time, Song Ange was completely surprised: "I will be your shooter, but you really gave me all my salary?!"

Jian Zhiyan didn't take it seriously at first, but now she finds that this screenshot is very useful.

Immediately, she handed the phone to Song's mother.

"This is the salary An Ge got a few months ago, Auntie, take a look."

Mother Song took the phone and slowly pulled it away, her lips moved slightly, silently counting the 0 on it, and then, the expression on the woman's face slowly opened, and her eyes became radiant.

"This... this is An Ge's salary for an internship in the United States?!" Song's mother couldn't believe it.

"Yeah." Jian Zhiyan smiled, her eyes narrowed, "Your daughter, you're doing well now, and you earn so much money through internships, it's going to be a big deal in the future!"

Seeing that Song's mother remained silent, Jian Zhiyan continued her efforts.

"So, don't be reluctant to spend money, live here with peace of mind, and take good care of your body. When your body is well, you can rest assured that An Ge is outside. She will be able to make more money without any worries. Tell me, is that the truth?"

These words hit Song's mother's deathbed immediately, her expression was tangled for a while, and finally she showed a helpless smile.

After a while, it was Song's mother's turn.

The little nurse came over to inquire, and then invited the person in softly.

Jian Zhiyan couldn't follow in, so she stayed outside the door, called Song Ange, and explained.

Song Ange was always worried, but after hearing Jian Zhiyan's arrangement, she was completely convinced.

"My mother, who saved her life, you were able to lure her to a private hospital. It's amazing!"

"I'm completely relieved now."

Jian Zhiyan held the phone with his cross arm on his chest, walked slowly to a place where no one was around, and said, "You should take good care of your illness over there, the doctor said, Auntie's preoperative examination will take a week to complete. , Waiting for you to come back, it's completely in time."

"Before you come back, I will come here every day, chatting with my aunt or something, and ensuring the patient's mental and physical health."

"Zhiyan..." Song Ange suddenly became nasty, "I'm so sorry to trouble you like this."

"What's the trouble?" Jian Zhiyan really didn't care, "Anyway, I have nothing to do now, I have a lot of free time, my work and work have been emptied, and I'm single—"

She suddenly got stuck.

Because of inadvertent sight, I meet people unexpectedly.

There was a strange and clean smell in the air, Lu Yin would appear here, completely different from his usual extravagant temperament, which made Jian Zhiyan think it was a hallucination for a while.

She stood where she was, while being inspected by Lu Yin, Song Ange beside her ear was still teasing her.

"Oops... I know you, you haven't had sex recently, you just want to find something to do, but I still think you should go to the bar instead of the hospital. Your youth is wasted..."

Lu Yin's gaze was deep and introverted, simply looking at her was already unbearable for ordinary people, but he still refused to let her go, and walked over directly.