UGB Chapter 217 Tolerance and Trust
Chapter 217 Tolerance and Trust
Tong Anjin was the only one left in the lounge.
She gripped the exorbitantly priced contract tightly in her hand; the cold paper seemed to burn with heat at that moment.
Looking at her pale and bewildered face reflected in the elevator door, she felt for the first time with crystal clarity that she had boarded a pirate ship with no way back.
Ironically, she didn't even have the right to regret it.
Because it is this contract that will ensure that he and his daughter Zheng Tongtong will have no worries about the future.
Thinking of her daughter, Tong Anjin took a deep breath, and the confusion in her eyes was gradually replaced by a look of determination.
That's it.
Once the choice has been made, there is no turning back.
She straightened her clothes, straightened her back, and holding the contract that could change her and her daughter's fate, she walked out of the gate of Zhengyang Media alone with firm steps.
The sunlight outside was so bright that she could hardly open her eyes.
On the other side, a black Volkswagen G-Class, like a silent beast, quietly slid out of the underground parking garage and merged into the endless stream of cars.
Ning Xiuyang gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and another charming and mature figure appeared in his mind.
He smiled slightly, stepped on the gas, and sped off towards his next destination: the First People's Hospital of Mediterranean City.
That ripe woman, Shen Yourong, must be getting impatient by now.
Zhonghai City First People's Hospital, VIP ward.
Shen Yourong was holding a warm towel and carefully wiping the face and arms of her mother, Zhou Xiulan, who was lying in the hospital bed.
The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled light and shadow. The ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, but Shen Yourong's gentle actions made it feel warm and cozy.
"Mom, are you feeling better today?" she asked softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her mother's ear.
Zhou Xiulan smiled weakly, patted her daughter's hand, and said gently, "I'm much better, but I don't have much strength. Yourong, don't work so hard, go and rest."
Just then, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.
Shen Yourong subconsciously turned around and looked back. When she saw the tall figure standing at the door, she froze.
Ning Xiuyang.
The gentleman has arrived!
In that instant, Shen Yourong's bright, clear eyes, like autumn water, burst forth with uncontrollable joy and tenderness. All her worries, anxieties, and longings vanished the moment she saw him appear, replaced by a heart full of sweetness and peace of mind.
It was as if as long as this man was by her side, he would hold up the sky even if it collapsed.
"Mr. Yang... Ning." She quickly stood up, subconsciously trying to keep her distance, but her excited heartbeat and slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings.
Zhou Xiulan, lying on the hospital bed, also looked over curiously and saw a young man who was almost too handsome. She couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Is this the "friend" my daughter mentioned on the phone?
"Tolerance".
Hello, Auntie.
Ning Xiuyang walked in, smiled and nodded politely to Zhou Xiulan as a greeting, then walked straight to Shen Yourong, ignoring the distance she deliberately kept.
He took a small, exquisite white porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to Shen Yourong, saying, "This is the pill that the miracle doctor I told you about on WeChat the day before yesterday gave me. Taking it will improve your condition, and you should be fully recovered in less than three months."
Shen Yourong took the cool porcelain bottle with delight, opened the stopper, and a strange medicinal fragrance wafted out. She poured it out and saw that there was only a single black pill the size of a longan inside.
These past two days have felt like an eternity for her, as she has been anxiously waiting.
She wanted to pick it up herself, but every time she called her husband, he was either on his way to meet another woman or in another woman's bed, so she could only wait patiently.
Come to think of it, it's been a long time since my husband has done it to me.
Shen Yourong's thoughts raced as she looked at the pitch-black pill in her hand.
This...?
Can it cure breast cancer that has been diagnosed by doctors as being in the middle or late stages?
Despite her doubts, she trusted Ning Xiuyang completely and did not hesitate at all, turning around to pour water.
However, no sooner had she finished speaking than the door to the ward was pushed open again.
"Aunt Zhou, it's time for today's routine check-up."
The attending physician, Zhang Jianguo, walked in with a young nurse. He was holding a medical record book and had a professional smile on his face.
But when his gaze fell on the black pill of unknown origin in Shen Yourong's hand, the smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by a stern and wary expression.
"Nonsense! What are you doing?"
Zhang Jianguo rushed over, staring at the pills in Shen Yourong's hand, and shouted angrily, "What is this stuff? You dare to take those substandard products from outside the hospital? Do you know how serious the patient's condition is? You're playing with the patient's life!"
His voice was urgent and loud, filled with the doctor's anger at the patient's failure to follow medical advice.
The nurse was startled by the sudden turn of events and quickly stepped forward to take the pills from Shen Yourong's hand.
Ning Xiuyang frowned slightly, subtly stepping in front of Shen Yourong, and calmly looking at the doctor who was about to explode with rage.
"Dr. Zhang, you've misunderstood. This isn't some counterfeit product; it was given to me by a miracle doctor who's an expert at treating my mother's breast cancer!"
Out of complete trust in Ning Xiuyang, Shen Yourong immediately stepped forward to explain.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianguo became even angrier.
"What kind of miracle doctor? What era are we living in? People still believe in these quacks?"
"We understand the desperation of someone seeking any treatment, but once a family chooses our hospital and entrusts their patient to us, they should trust the doctors!"
Zhang Jianguo snorted coldly, turned to look at Ning Xiuyang, and reprimanded him without any politeness: "Who are you? A patient's family member? So young, don't you know anything about medical common sense? Can cancer be cured with these quack pills? If any problems arise from taking them, our hospital will not be responsible! I'm telling you, you're committing murder!"
His words were harsh, his spittle almost landing on Ning Xiuyang's face, and he finally threatened, "Throw this thing away right now! Otherwise, I'll call security to kick you all out!"
This barrage of harsh criticism instantly brought the atmosphere in the ward to a freezing point.
Zhou Xiulan, already weak in her hospital bed, turned even paler after being startled by the doctor's words. Looking at the pills in her daughter's hand, a hint of hesitation and fear appeared in her eyes.
After all, one is an authoritative doctor who saves lives, and the other is just a young friend that the daughter has only known for a short time.
It seems obvious who to believe.