Chapter 946: An Incident Occurs

“Dress for yourself, when you go out with colleagues after work, people will see it.”

Wanting smiled, lifted the shopping bag in her hand, “Alright, let’s not talk about this.

I’m making braised pork slices for lunch today, and also stir-frying two vegetable dishes.”

Madam Ye put down the spray bottle and went into the kitchen to help.

The two chatted and laughed all the way until mealtime.

Wanting gave Madam Ye a lot of food, and as soon as she sat down, Madam Ye looked at her several times.

“Ting, I was thinking, maybe we should sell the villa.”

“What’s wrong?” Wanting looked up.

This villa was under Madam Ye’s name, bought by her family before marriage.

It’s her only asset.

“I just feel that it’s too spacious for just the two of us to live in, and the water, electricity, gas, and property fees are expensive.

You’re under a lot of pressure; all the money you earn goes to maintaining this house.

It’s unnecessary.”

Wanting felt a lump in her throat.

She was paying the water, electricity, and gas fees, but usually, if light could come in, both she and her mother wouldn’t turn on the lights.

The water from washing vegetables would be saved to wash something else or to mop the floor or flush the toilet, economizing to the extreme.

Earlier, when they had little money, she worked part-time and occasionally had her wages delayed.

Without money for household expenses, she and Madam Ye often lit candles to get by.

“Let’s sell it.

We can rent a small apartment, just enough to live in.”

Madam Ye held Wanting’s hand, choking up: “Ting, you’ve worked so hard, Mom sees it all and feels for you.

A house is just a dead thing, why hold onto it?

You’ve just started working; everything should be forward-looking.”

Wanting really didn’t want to cry, but her eyes still welled up.

She bit her lip hard, forcing the tears back, her eyes reddened but smiling with curved eyebrows.

“Mm!”

Her positive energy was contagious; Madam Ye also smiled.

The meal was enjoyed, and the leftovers were packed and put in the fridge to be stir-fried with a small dish for dinner.

After washing the dishes, Wanting went back to her room to sleep.

In a daze, she heard her phone ringing.

Ever since she started interning at the hospital, the ringtone seemed to trigger a reaction.

She wasn’t even fully awake when she answered the call.

“Wanting, where are you?

Come to the hospital quickly!

The two patients you’re taking care of are in trouble!”

Wanting was suddenly awake.

She hurriedly got dressed and took a taxi to the hospital.

Her senior was waiting at the door and briefed her about the situation.

Wanting’s mind buzzed, her face turned pale, and it felt like a hand was pushing her forward.

Outside the emergency room, the patient’s anxious family members were waiting.

Wanting saw the words “In Surgery,” her legs went soft and she nearly collapsed, but her senior supported her.

“It’s her!”

A patient’s family member spotted Wanting and rushed over angrily, “Did you buy coffee for my daughter?”

Wanting’s eyelashes trembled, forcibly calmed herself, and asked, “Who is your daughter?”

“The patient in bed 502!”

It was the patient with asthma.

But she didn’t remember giving coffee.

“What coffee?

I didn’t give her any.”

“Stop shirking responsibility!”

The speaker was a middle-aged woman, with a fierce expression, she charged towards Wanting but was stopped by her husband, “You bought it.

My daughter is allergic to coffee; they checked for allergens when she was admitted.

My wife told your primary doctor specifically that she should never touch coffee or tea.

What’s going on with you as a nurse?

Why would you buy coffee knowing she’s allergic, leading to respiratory distress, convulsions, and an emergency rush to the operating room?

What do you have to say?”