C1 Please Save Him

"Pah!"

A crisp, loud slap rang out in the high-end bar room in H City. Mo Lingshuang knelt on the ground and cried, her exquisite purple dress already wrinkled. In front of her was a fat, fierce man in a suit and leather shoes.

She was trembling with fear, and she begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

It was obviously not her fault, but she could do nothing but apologize. In this place, she had no sovereignty. She had to suffer in order to earn money.

"It is your honor that I have taken a fancy to you. One hundred thousand for one night is already a bargain for you, you silly thing!" The man's fat face was full of fierceness. The tears of girls were worthless in his eyes.

His words made Mo Lingshuang feel more humiliated than she had ever felt before. She stood up abruptly, tears streaming down her pale and delicate face, but she looked at the man stubbornly. "I already told the manager that I only drink, not drink. You touched me yourself!"

"You're courting death!" The man kicked her in the chest as he spoke. Mo Lingshuang staggered and fell backward in an instant.

Her head hit the hard table, and bright red blood flowed down from her forehead. It was very strange.

"Ah!"

The scene frightened the other girls in the room. They all stood up and looked at Mo Lingshuang in fear. One of the girls who had a better relationship with her was the first to recover. She gave her a look and quickly twisted her slender waist to walk to the man's side. She smiled gallantly and said, "Brother Zhang, look at you. Why are you still angry? Why bother with her? She's just an ignorant little girl. If you don't like her, just let her go."

"Humph!" Brother Zhang snorted coldly, looking at Mo Lingshuang with disdain in his eyes. "You're still pretending to be noble in a place like this? You're born to be ridden like a bitch!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Brother Zhang, don't be angry. Don't you still have us to accompany you?" With that, he glanced at Mo Lingshuang from the corner of his eye and said sternly, "Mo, hurry up and get out of here. Otherwise, you'll dirty Brother Zhang's eyes."

Mo Lingshuang looked at her gratefully. Ignoring the blood on her forehead, she ran out as if she was fleeing.

Perhaps it was because she was used to this lifestyle, but Mo Lingshuang came out of the changing room quickly. In just a few minutes, she had changed. She was wearing a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and her dark hair was tied back in a high ponytail. A light brown shoulder bag hung diagonally from her waist.

Slowly, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the silver faucet with her long, white fingers. Water poured out of the tiny nozzle, and she took the makeup remover out of her bag and slowly removed the light makeup from her face.

When there was no sign of makeup, he used both hands to rinse the dirt from his face, then looked up at his clean, unblemished face in the mirror with a smirk.

The clear scar on her forehead told her the humiliation she had just suffered, but she could not leave. She needed to earn money here.

While he was in a daze, the phone in his bag rang at the right time. He picked up the phone, and the words "Dr. Lin" kept flashing on the screen. He panicked, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and answered the phone with a trembling voice, "Hello, Dr. Lin."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very urgent, and there was no time to say anything else, "Miss Mo, hurry up and come to the hospital."

Before Mo Lingshuang could say anything else, the phone beeped. Hearing the anxious voice on the other end of the line, Mo Lingshuang staggered, her hands supporting the cold sink. Her face was already pale.

Suddenly he came to himself, rushed out of the house, into one or two cabs, and said anxiously: "Master, please hurry, this is a grand hospital."

She looked out of the window as she urged the driver on, hoping that the car would arrive soon. Her fingers gripped her brown shoulder bag, and when the car finally came to a stop, she took money out of her pale blue jeans and handed it to the driver, then sprinted off in the direction of the Inpatient Department.

He ran into several people on the way, but before he could apologize, the pungent smell of the hospital entered his nostrils, and he was shoved into a room where a group of doctors was treating a boy who was lying in a hospital bed.

The boy's face was completely pale, and his eyes were tightly shut. His mouth was a layer of white, and his bangs were a layer of water, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

He walked up to a doctor in a white coat, grabbed her sleeve, and said anxiously, "Dr. Lin, how is my brother?"

Looking at the girl in front of her, Dr. Lin felt a pang of pity, but she could only sigh and say, "He has been having more and more seizures lately. He must be operated on as soon as possible. If this drags on, there's nothing we can do."

"Then the surgery. Dr. Lin, I beg you. You must save him. He is my only family." Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her dark pupils were filled with tears. Her grip on Dr. Lin's clothes tightened as she begged her to save her brother.

Dr. Lin shook her head helplessly. "I will definitely save him, but..." He looked at Mo Lingshuang worriedly and finally sighed, "This operation will cost more than 200,000 yuan. Where do you have so much money?"

She was a woman of flesh and blood, and she felt sorry for the suffering siblings. Not just for this operation, but for the past two years, she had spent more than two hundred thousand dollars.

She wanted to help the siblings, but there was nothing she could do about it, except that the occasional treatment was kept from the hospital.

"Money, money is not a problem. I'll think of a way. I will definitely raise enough money. Dr. Lin, can you operate on him first?" Wiping away the tears on her face, she said excitedly.

As long as she could save her brother, as long as she could do it, she had to do it.

Dr. Lin looked up at the girl in front of her. Her skin was white, and her oval face was delicate and defined. Her big eyes were like a clear pool.

Her dark hair was tied back in a tight knot, and her clothes, though a little worn, were clean. She was like a pure and unblemished spirit, alive and clean in the world.

He sighed and said helplessly, "He can't hold on for much longer. He will have surgery in three days at the latest. Otherwise, I can't do anything."

Three days? Mo Lingshuang stared blankly at the beautiful Dr. Lin, but her heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a thousand gold coins. She could not breathe. How was she going to raise two hundred thousand in three days?

"Alright." At this moment, other than saying this word, she could not say anything else.

With that, Dr. Lin left with the doctor who had finished treating Mo Fu. For a moment, there was no sound in the ward except for the beeping of the monitor.

She walked slowly over to the sleeping boy in the white bed and reached out to touch his forehead. The bangs that covered his eyelids fell across his pale face.

Mo Lingshuang reached out and smoothed out his eyebrows for him. She slowly held his hand, and bean-sized tears fell in a straight line down her pale cheeks. Her voice was filled with fear. "Fu, you must live. Don't leave me alone."

The only answer she got was a beep from the monitor in the cold room. The boy in the white bed still had his eyes closed and his thin lips were white.

She glanced at Mo Fu helplessly and gently let go of his hand. She walked over to the window and opened it, just to give him a good healing environment. As the window was pushed open, a warm breeze blew in and rushed straight into Mo Lingshuang's face.

The night was silent. A few stars hung bleakly in the black night sky, and the crescent moon hung slowly above the treetops. The air smelled faintly of earth, perhaps because of the storm the day before.

Because it was summer, the wind was gentle. The inpatient department opposite her was dark. Except for the street lights around the hospital, no one was walking.

Mo Lingshuang stood by the window and thought about what Dr. Lin had said before. Her heart was filled with melancholy. Two hundred thousand? What should she do? The money she earned from her emotions could at most sustain his daily treatment, and Fu needed a good treatment environment, so for the past two years, she had been giving him intensive care.

Now that there was another 200,000 yuan in surgery fees, what should she do?

Just as she was deep in thought, the phone in her bag suddenly rang. It was loud and clear in the silent night. Mo Lingshuang walked over and picked up the phone. Before she could say anything, a strong voice rang in her ears, causing her eardrums to buzz.

"Mo Lingshuang, where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you for more than an hour, and all the people in the passion have left. There's no one from your side." There was an exasperated voice on the other end of the phone.

If it was before, Mo Lingshuang would have said, Can you stop being so loud?

However, at this moment, she was not in the mood at all. She said lightly, "I'm in the hospital."

The person on the other end of the phone heard her words. He paused for a while and then said, "I will be right there."

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone beeped. Mo Lingshuang glanced at the phone helplessly and sighed. She looked up at the lonely night sky outside the window.

Zhang Jing arrived quickly. Only ten minutes before she hung up the phone, she rushed to the hospital. Perhaps it was because she was in too much of a hurry, but her face was covered in sweat.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and slowly stroked his chest, which was heaving up and down from running so fast. He looked at Mo Lingshuang in panic and asked anxiously, "How is Fu?"

Mo Lingshuang looked at her. Her tight black clothes showed off her height of 1.7 meters, and her black high heels made her tall and slender.

Her skin was even whiter than Mo Lingshuang's. She had an exquisite oval face, and her large eyes were blinking constantly. If one looked closely, they would see a faint layer of mist. Perhaps it was because she was too nervous.