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4. Transfer

Meng Qingqing and her father returned to the ward together. There was another person in the ward, a man in his forties, whose surname was Yu. There is no doubt that the people in this department and this ward are all suffering from severe kidney disease. The nephrology department is the best nephrology specialist in the province. The beds are tight. As long as there are beds available, they will be arranged to live in immediately. Although the people who come here to see the doctor are very ill, it is not surprising that they have to wait ten and a half months for the bed.

Bed's family lives in this city, and his wife and son come with him. The son is attending college at Nanda University in this city. He has come to accompany the hospitalized dad during the National Day holiday these days.

Meng Qingqing helped her father to lie down and put the clothes she had just bought into cabinet 9. Here, Meng Zijun greeted the bed and briefly introduced it. They were all lying in bed chatting.

The bed is very talkative. He said that his disease has been discovered for more than a year, and he has been relying on dialysis to maintain his life. Now, he has found a suitable one and underwent a kidney transplant a week ago. Now that the first dangerous period has passed, I was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Observe for another month, if there is no rejection, you can go home and recuperate.

It is no wonder that a family of three beaming with joy does not seem to be hospitalized at all, and they are living in such a critical care department. It turns out that they found it, successfully changed their kidneys, and had hope in their hearts, so they were happy to be hospitalized. More than years of dialysis is a difficult process not only for the patient but also for the family. Now that he can finally recover, the big stone in my heart can be put down.

The bed is a businessman with a shrewd and capable look. Seeing that he is tall and tall, he can't believe that he will get this disease. Who knows that the person who died this morning, and his father, are not all young and powerful. Yes, but it happened to have such a disease.

Because they were also in business, Meng Zijun had a very speculative conversation with Bed. After a while, the two of them had a lively chat.

It may be that before Meng Zijun and his daughter came back, Bed 7 introduced the situation of Meng Zijun’s family to the new bed, so the wife of Bed said sympathetically to Meng Zijun, "The child will go back to school in a few days. What to do alone"

Meng Qingqing said: "I don't go to school, I can study by myself. I take care of my dad while studying by myself." Meng Qingqing has a university degree from a previous life, so he can easily deal with the first year of junior high school. Instead of going to school, you can just take the final exam. The problem is to get the teacher's approval.

Meng Zijun scolded lightly, "Making a fool, let the uncle send you back the day after tomorrow."

Meng Qingqing didn’t want to annoy her father, but she didn’t want to leave her father. According to the fate of her previous life, her father would only have more than one month. In these last days, how could Meng Qingqing not stay with her father? What's more, Meng Qingqing thought Do your best to make Dad change her destiny. How could she leave Dad at this critical moment?

But I never went to school, my father would definitely not agree. Meng Qingqing thought for a while, and said in a compromise: "Dad, or let me go to school here. If I go to school here, I can go to school while taking care of it. is you."

Meng Zijun sighed, "Daddy is like this, and it is impossible for my father to run around to transfer you to another school. Besides, I have been in class for more than a month. It is not so easy to transfer."

Bed said: "Is this child going to elementary school or junior high school"

Meng Zijun: "Just in the first year of junior high school."

The bed turned to Meng Qingqing, "Little girl, how is your academic performance?"

Meng Qingqing is not humble, "there is no problem with academic performance."

"I really didn't speak big words"

Meng Qingqing nodded, "This is to use test scores to speak, of course you can't fake it."

The bed said: "If there is no problem with grades, I can help you ask. I know a middle school principal."

Bed’s wife said: “If you move here to go to school, there are many practical problems. For example, the living expenses here are definitely higher than those in the township. You have good academic performance in the township. When you arrive here, good academic performance abounds. You may be under great pressure. There are also real situations such as housing problems."

Meng Zijun: "I have a house here, and there is no problem with my living expenses. Anyway, I have been in business for a few years and I have a little savings."

The bed said: "This is good. After all, this is a provincial city. The learning conditions are good. Of course, it is best for children to go to school here. Besides, in your situation, father and daughter should live together."

Meng Zijun also nodded and said: "Yes, I used to only focus on making money, and I didn't see each other a few times throughout the year. Now I see one less than once. I have to trouble my elder brother to ask my daughter if she can transfer her to school here."

Meng Zijun said to his daughter again: "Tonight you will live in the house I bought. It is not easy to live here at night."

The bed asked: "Where is your house"

"The Fairview Garden on Wubao Road."

Bed: "The community is in a good location. It is only four stations away from here, and it is also close to No. 3 Middle School. I plan to help her ask about No. 3 Middle School."

The third middle school is a key middle school, and it recruits students from the whole province. The requirements are very demanding. It is difficult to enter the middle school, especially when transferring in the middle. Meng Qingqing stood up and bowed to the implant, "Thank you Uncle Yu"

The bed hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't thank you, don't thank you, I don't know if it will work or not"

Meng Qingqing said seriously: "Whether it is successful or not, just for your enthusiasm, I have to thank you"

"Alas, your father and I have the same disease. In response to that sentence, we should take pity for the same disease. People like us are lucky to live an extra day. So if you can do more good deeds, do a little good deeds."

The wife of the bed stood up with her bag, "The time is almost up, I'll go back to cook, son, take care of your dad. Don't force him. You have to help him when he gets up and turns over."

The son of the bed was reading, and he continued to bury his head in the book without raising his head.

Meng Qingqing also moved in her heart, "Dad, give me the key to the door of your house, and I will go back and cook for you. The food in the hospital cafeteria is not nutritious. It is also called a nutrition cafeteria, which is not worthy of the name."

"The key is with your uncle. Besides, the kitchen at home hasn't fired for a long time, and there is nothing."

Mentioned that Meng Zijian, Meng Qingqing was angry, "Dad, you give him the phone, door key and money for everything."

Dad was a little helpless with his daughter’s attitude, "Dad is a person who will leave at any time. He is the only relative by his father, so I don’t give it to him."

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