Outside the ward, many people were coming and going, attracted by the singing, and the door was gradually surrounded.

The nurse who had an unknown situation was originally curious about how the little girl in this ward, who usually had no relatives, had so many people visiting her today and even sang a song.

The key point is, although I’ve never heard this song... it’s not that good!

When they recognized that the singer was actually Yu Caiwei, many people outside the door could hardly believe their eyes.

After discovering that the tall young man next to Yu Caiwei was Ye Zhiqiu, there was a small commotion.

The audience had a tacit understanding and did not interrupt, and were quickly attracted by the emotion in the singing.

【...I finally soar

Stare carefully without fear

Wherever there is wind, fly as far as you can]

Along with Yu Caiwei's clear, high-pitched singing voice, many people couldn't help but have red eyes.

Outside the corridor, the attending doctor in charge of this ward passed by and noticed this strange sight and hurriedly stepped forward.

"What's wrong? Why are you all gathering here? Don't disturb the patient..."

Under the doctor's persuasion, everyone moved out of the way. The doctor was about to enter the ward when he heard the singing and stopped unconsciously.

Looking at the little girl who was sitting on the hospital bed, her face was pale, but her eyes were shining with light, and she was looking at Yu Caiwei singing without blinking. The middle-aged doctor fell silent, and finally sighed heavily and did not go in to interrupt.

When the song ended, there was a lot of applause outside the ward, but Ye Zhiqiu's heart was filled with congestion.

I sympathized with the little girl's situation, but I also felt helpless and depressed. It was the first time I saw Yu Caiwei crying so hard that I felt a little distressed.

"Sister Caiwei, you are crying."

"...It's okay, Miaomiao, does this song sound good?"

"That sounds great~Thank you, Sister Caiwei!"

"Can my sister teach you how to sing?"

"good!"

Handing the prepared tissue to Yu Caiwei, Ye Zhiqiu noticed the staff's signal and walked out of the ward to see a middle-aged doctor wearing thick glasses.

"This is Miaomiao's attending doctor, Dr. Huang."

After a brief greeting, Ye Zhiqiu asked: "Doctor Huang, Miaomiao's condition..."

Dr. Huang looked confused. He didn't understand until the staff explained, and his eyes looked at Ye Zhiqiu much softer.

"In this case, Mr. Ye, I'll tell you straight." Dr. Huang said in a deep voice, "I'm not very optimistic."

"The patient is too weak. He was malnourished before and has poor resistance. He has undergone several chemotherapy treatments, but the effect was not very good."

"In a situation like this, the best way is to perform a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible, but the cost is..."

Ye Zhiqiu said decisively: "Don't worry about the expenses, I'll pay for them all."

"Okay, we understand." Dr. Huang nodded and continued: "In addition to money, it also takes a certain amount of time to find a suitable match. It's hard to say how long this process will take, but we will do our best."

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, if there is a suitable donor who is willing to donate, you can give them a thank you fee."

In the bone marrow bank, all donors are voluntary, but occasionally they change their minds after being matched with a patient. Sometimes if you miss an opportunity, you don't know how long it will take to find the next match.

Ye Zhiqiu raised this point just to increase the hope of the little girl being rescued.

Having said this, Dr. Huang looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a hint of surprise again.

He knew Ye Zhiqiu, and many young nurses in the hospital often discussed it, but he did not expect that Ye Zhiqiu was the actual controller behind the charity organization that funded the little girl.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu agreed to be responsible for all the treatment expenses of the little girl without hesitation.

You know, bone marrow transplantation for leukemia, plus a series of subsequent anti-rejection treatments, etc., can easily cost 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.

For people who have never met each other to be able to do this is already the ultimate.

Dr. Huang took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Mr. Ye, you are a man of great kindness."

"On behalf of the hospital and patients, thank you for your generous help."

"I dare not take it." Ye Zhiqiu sighed lightly and said: "This little money is not a burden to me, and there is only so much I can do."

"Mr. Ye, I don't agree with you on this point."

Dr. Huang said sternly: "A gentleman's deeds have no regard for his heart. I have seen poor families spend all their money on treatment, and I have also seen rich people in gold and silver get into trouble because of tens of thousands of dollars in treatment fees. So, regardless of a person,

No matter how much money you have, real actions are better than anything else.”

"What's more, Mr. Ye, you have done much more than that."

"I heard the song that Miss Yu sang just now. It was very warm and powerful. I don't know if you noticed it. Many patients' eyes and expressions changed a lot after hearing it. The patient's mental state is very important for treatment.

Importantly, in some ways, this is more important than money."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned by this sentence and said with a smile: "Thank you."

"That's the best compliment I've ever heard."

After coming out of the hospital and on the way back to the car, Yu Caiwei was silent and rested her head on Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder.

Ye Zhiqiu asked softly: "Still thinking about Miaomiao?"

"Don't worry, I believe professional doctors will definitely cure it."

Yu Caiwei nodded slightly, remained silent for a moment, shook her head again, then put her hands around her waist, and dug her head into her arms as if seeking warmth.

What's going on?

This was the first time I saw Yu Caiwei looking so depressed.

Yu Caiwei raised her head, with a trace of confusion in her eyes, and asked, "I feel...I am so happy."

"With you and my parents who are good to me, I seem to have everything."

"But Miaomiao, she has almost nothing, and she is so seriously ill...Isn't this world very unfair?"

Yu Caiwei is not a girl who lives in isolation from the world, but after all, she is not very old, and Yu Zhengdao is too protective as a slave girl. When she really faces some things, it is normal for her mood to fluctuate, but it also reflects her essential kindness.

"..." Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while, looked directly into the eyes of Yu Caiwei in his arms, and said seriously.

"Yes, this world is unfair."

"Some girls don't have to do anything, and they can live a happy life if they marry a good man. Some girls are naturally kind, and they can survive all the suffering in the world."

"Destiny is like a dandelion. If it falls in a fat place, it will grow in the wind; if it falls in a thin place, it will suffer for the rest of its life. If there is nothing you can do, then let nature take its course. If you have nothing to do, then just be content with the situation."

Under Ye Zhiqiu's guidance, Yu Caiwei's eyes regained their light.

"But..." Yu Caiwei pouted and whispered, "Can we just let fate control us?"

"Of course not." Ye Zhiqiu smiled, with a firm light shining in his eyes.

"If you encounter something beyond your control, then it's up to you to do your best and listen to fate."
Chapter completed!