"Did his wife buy a house in the city and move out with her children and the elderly?"

Zhao Fan said this, but he always felt something was wrong in his heart. When he thought of the villagers' expressions of wanting to speak, he always felt that something must have happened to Chen Pengfei's family.

He looked up and looked around, noticed that there was a figure shaking in the cornfield behind the house, and walked over quickly.

Working in the fields was a farmer couple, sweating profusely to fertilize corn that was more than one person. Seeing Zhao Fan coming, he stopped what was at hand in surprise and looked at him.

"This brother, I am Chen Pengfei's friend. Has their family moved out now?"

"Where did that dead boy Pengfei go? It's such a sin!"

When the two of them heard Chen Pengfei's name, their expressions changed, they kept shaking their heads, and let out a few long sighs.

Xiling City is located in a hilly area, with mountains everywhere, and the rural population is relatively scattered. In rural areas like Sancha River, there are only a dozen households in the entire village. Most of the people around them still know who has something to do.

The two people Zhao Fan asked opened their conversation and did not stop. They said one by one and one by one, and soon told what happened after Chen Pengfei left.

The matter is not complicated. In short, Chen Pengfei's wife ran away. He left the sick child in the hospital and ran away alone.

Chen Pengfei's parents died early, and after getting married, he and his wife lived together. Later, when the child was born, he was not very good. He was sick and not strong, like a little mouse.

Before I could finish my confinement, I started to get sick constantly, had a fever every few days, and even felt weak when I occasionally cried.

After the couple gritted their teeth and took them to the city central hospital for examination, the people around them often heard the couple crying with their heads at home. The two people Zhao Fan asked could not tell what the specific disease was. They only knew that not long after, Chen Pengfei left here, and her wife also took the child to the city central hospital for a permanent residence.

It was not until more than two months ago that a particularly beautiful young woman came to the village to inquire about Chen Pengfei's residence. After the villagers asked, they found out that Chen Pengfei's wife had been missing for more than a month at that time.

"What kind of thing is you guarding with your life!"

Zhao Fan drove towards the city again, feeling a little bored.

Everyone in the mercenary group knew how hard Chen Pengfei worked for money. Zhao Fan didn't know what happened before, but after he met him, the tasks he received were definitely the most in the entire mercenary group every month.

People who wander on the brink of life and death never know when they will die, so when they are alive, they always try their best to enjoy life. Eat and drink, find women, go on vacation and travel around the world, and look for various stimuli. While releasing the pressure, they also want to spend every penny on their body, fearing that they will die tomorrow, but the money will not be spent.

However, except for daily necessities such as eating and drinking, Chen Pengfei almost never spends an extra penny on himself.

He did this just because his child was still sick and needed a lot of medical expenses. His wife was still at home waiting for him to come back.

But he didn't know that what he earned with his life would be like this. His wife left the child and ran away for three or four months. No one knows whether the child is alive or dead.

The city center hospital is the best hospital in Xiling City. Chen Pengfei's wife and his daughter were treated here for nearly two years. In the end, she left without saying goodbye and left the child on the hospital bed.

Chen Yumeng, a very nice name. If that child was still alive, he should be three and a half years old now!

Zhao Fan rushed into the hospital anxiously, and ran wildly while asking. When the nurse at the nurse stood, he told him with a strange expression that when Chen Yumeng was still in the hospital, the string that was tense in his heart was a little relaxed a little.

Thank goodness, at least alive!

"You are the father of the child, are you willing to come? You finally have a chance to come! How can there be parents like you in the world?"

"Do you know how pitiful she is for a few months?"

"The entire building of our hospital is more than 30 floors. Go and ask, who has never shed tears for this child? All strangers are like this. How can you be a parent be cruel?"

When the nurse at the nurse station saw Zhao Fan's dazed expression, he misunderstood him as the father of the child. With a man at the beginning, he was soon in an uproar. More and more people were surrounded by him, and almost all of them were accusing him.

"Thank you for your care of your child during this period. The child's father passed away. I just knew that the child was here. Please rest assured that as his father's friend, I will never let this child be unattended!"

Zhao Fan could feel the kindness of the people around him. He bowed in a group and expressed his gratitude to them in his sincere tone.

"Aren't you the father of the child?"

The middle-aged female nurse looked at Zhao Fan with some suspicion and asked.

"This is my ID card. Please take a look. Please don't waste time. Take me to see the child's condition immediately!"

Zhao Fan didn't want to continue to waste time, so he took out his ID card and said to the nurse in front of him with a sincere tone.

A group of people glanced at their ID cards and confirmed that Zhao Fan was really not the father of the child. Then they changed the subject. They repeatedly emphasized how pitiful and well-behaved the child was. Zhao Fan knew that they were worried that this poor child would be abandoned again.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure the child's illness and take good care of him!"

Zhao Fan bowed again and walked towards the ward deep in the corridor according to the nurse's guidance.

"Director Liu, please make some more peace! When I get my salary this month, I will definitely help her pay the fee. You know how pitiful this child is. Once the blood transfusion is stopped, she will really not be able to survive!"

A somewhat familiar gentle female voice came from the front. Zhao Fan looked up and saw several people surrounding the door of the ward, stretching his neck to look into the ward.

"Xiaozhuang, you are kind-hearted, we all know! But it's really not a solution to continue like this. Do you know how much money you have spent on this child? You are still young and have your own life in the future. Is it worth it to do everything for a child you never know? "

"It's not that I'm cruel, but I'm just doing our business. I've seen so much. You know what kind of disease she has. This disease is a bottomless pit, and even her parents were scared away. Who in the hospital didn't donate to her? What can it do? After all, it's just a matter of time!"

"The problem now is not whether I can understand it or not, but that there is no cost in the blood bank and it cannot be adjusted. I am just a messenger, so don't make things difficult for me!"

The voice of a middle-aged man was embarrassed and helpless. When it came out of the ward, Zhao Fan had already arrived at the door of the ward.

After pulling open the few people blocked the door, as soon as I entered the ward, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Her black and shiny hair was still neatly wrapped around her head, and she was still wearing a light blue lace-edged base shirt, jacket, short-sleeved white coat. But today, she was as white as white as cream, and there were two lines of tears hanging on her cheeks.

When Zhao Fan came in, his beautiful eyes subconsciously looked at him here. Seeing that he actually appeared here, he was slightly stunned.

"Zhao Fan?"

"Zhuang Xinyi?" This young female doctor was the one Zhuang Xinyi whom Zhao Fan met on the airport when he came back. Unexpectedly, he met her again after only one day interval.

"Xiaozhuang, I'll leave first, I've notified you about the matter!"

The one who just talked to Zhuang Xinyi was a male doctor in his thirties. When he saw Zhao Fan coming in, he attracted Zhuang Xinyi's attention and ran out of the ward quickly as if he was running away.

"Doctor Zhuang, I didn't expect to meet again so soon. Do you know that there is a child named Chen Yumeng in which bed?"

Suddenly I met an acquaintance, which was indeed a bit surprised. However, Zhao Fan did not have the intention to think about anything else at this time. He was anxious to see the child's condition. While checking the name on the bedside card one by one, he asked anxiously.

"Are you here to find Mengmeng?"

When Zhuang Xinyi heard Zhao Fan's words, her eyes lit up. She stepped in front of Zhao Fan and pulled him to the innermost bed.

This is the most common ward in the hospital, and it should be the cheapest. In the ward of less than 30 square meters, there are eight beds. The thin and small child is on the bed near the corner of the toilet door.

Zhao Fan saw the name on the bedside card. This child was Chen Pengfei's daughter, Chen Yumeng, whom he was looking for.

The child is very thin and small, and does not look like a child over three years old at all, but seems to be not even full of one year old.

She lay quietly wherever she was lying, and her face and the skin of her small arms outside the sheet were all pale yellow. After getting closer, Zhao Fan could hear her breathing, which looked particularly weaker than a normal child.

Zhuang Xinyi's hands were sweating. After her fair little hand grabbed Zhao Fan's arm, she did not let go. She pulled him hard, as if she was afraid that he would run away. Zhao Fan could only use one hand to hold the child's pulse and asked softly, "What disease does this child have?"

"Anemia is no regenerative!"

After he asked, he touched the child's arm and felt the child's muscles that looked particularly stiff, and couldn't help but let out a soft whisper.

“Aplastic anemia!”

At this time, Zhuang Xinyi spoke almost at the same time as him and answered his questions.

The names are different, they refer to the same disease.

"Aren't you Mengmeng's family? Are you a doctor?"

Zhuang Xinyi also reacted at this time, looking at Zhao Fan with some disappointment, and her tone was lost.

"I am her father's friend, she can be regarded as her family, and I am also a doctor!" Zhao Fan smiled, nodded gently, and his eyes finally fell on Zhuang Xinyi's fair little hand still holding his arm.

"ah!"

Zhuang Xinyi only remembered that she had been holding someone's arm for several minutes, and her fair cheeks instantly turned red behind her ears. She quickly let go of her hand like an electric shock, and stood aside at a loss.

"Did that person come to urge the fees just now? How much does this child owe the hospital now?"

Zhao Fan liberated his hands and began to carefully check the child's physical condition again, and asked Zhuang Xinyi behind him.

"When the child's mother left, she left a little money in the hospital account, but it only lasted for more than a month and it was used up. She started to owed fees in April. Later, colleagues from the hospital launched several donations, and some public welfare organizations also funded a lot."

"But her disease needs to be treated for a long time, and the cost is too high. I want to help her, but I really have no choice..."

Zhuang Xinyi reached out to touch the child's yellow hair with affection, her eyes turned red and tears fell down again.
Chapter completed!