Chapter 338: Good Luck Charm

After settling the three children, Lin Zhao rushed to the provincial hospital.

She asked about her uncle's situation at the front desk and learned that he hadn't arrived yet.

So she had to go to the hospital entrance and wait anxiously.

The nurse waiting for news saw Lin Zhao sitting and standing restlessly, making her dizzy. After learning that the patient was this comrade's own uncle, she offered words of comfort.

"Dr. Jiang is here. He is the most capable doctor in our entire province and has the best methods for treating your uncle's injury. With him here, it will be fine."

Then again, if Dr. Jiang couldn't treat it, no one else could.

Jiang...?

Lin Zhao looked over. "Is it that Dr. Jiang who sutured a severed arm and restored it to its original state, thus making it into the newspaper?"

"You know him too?" The little nurse was surprised.

Then she said with reflected glory, "It's him! Dr. Jiang is the signature of our hospital. Many people come looking for him."

Hearing this, Lin Zhao remembered the report she had seen before, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"Thank you."

Just after thanking her, the familiar, old, broken car from the textile factory drove over from a distance.

"They're here." Lin Zhao spoke up.

The little nurse ran into the hospital to call people. Several doctors and nurses pushed a hospital bed out and stood by, ready to act at any time.

The car stopped.

Someone jumped out of the passenger seat and said at a very fast speed, "The patient is in the back, hurry and save him!"

He held a box tightly in his arms, his movements precious and careful.

"The arm is inside, we brought the arm! Doctor, Comrade Song is an important technician in our factory. He cannot be without an arm. You must, you must sew it on for him. We heard that the provincial hospital can sew severed arms back on, so we came. Please, we're counting on you!"

The doctors had no time to pay attention to his nonsense. Several of them worked together to lift the injured man onto the hospital bed.

Uncle Song on the hospital bed was covered in blood. His right arm had been cleanly severed by something sharp. He was breathing faintly, and his face was as pale as paper.

Lin Zhao's heart sank, like a giant rock blocking it.

The mountain that once stood in front of her to block the wind and rain had collapsed suddenly. The booming sound of it hitting the ground made her ears buzz.

After calming down, Lin Zhao rushed up to help. When pushing the cart, she took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and stuffed a life-saving pill into Uncle Song's mouth.

"Uncle, hold on! You've reached the provincial hospital. I'm waiting for you outside. Aunt, Song Song Yuncheng, and Yun Jin are also waiting for you. We are all waiting for you!"

After doing everything, she flashed away and took the severed arm from the textile factory director before the nurse could.

"Uncle Fu, let me take it."

After saying that, she walked quickly toward the direction of the hospital bed.

While walking, she opened the box and poured a bottle of transparent liquid onto the severed arm.

In a few seconds, the severed arm flashed a layer of light, which disappeared in a flash.

After getting it done, Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

To get this bottle of stuff, she had spent most of her points.

—The introduction of this thing had the two words "Interstellar" in front, called some kind of repair fluid. It tasted terrible, and it had drained over ten thousand points! It was truly precious!!

But for her own superhero, Lin Zhao was very willing.

Uncle Song was sent into the operating room, and several doctors walked in hurriedly.

A moment later, a doctor walked out, looked left and right, called out to a nurse running by, and asked, "Where is Dr. Jiang? Why hasn't he come yet??"

The nurse's expression was embarrassed and anxious. "Dr. Jiang was about to come over, but he was entangled by the family members of a patient in Room 202..."

Lin Zhao understood; this was medical trouble.

She walked over and said to the nurse, "Where is the person? Take me there!"

"Can you do it?" The nurse looked at her, beautiful and slender, not looking like someone with strength.

Lin Zhao was anxious in her heart. She picked her up with one hand and spun her around. "I look weak, but I have a lot of strength. Hurry and take me there!"

The nurse's whole body left the ground, her expression slightly dazed. Hearing Lin Zhao's words, she came back to her senses and pulled her to run toward the place where the trouble was happening.

When they arrived, that Dr. Jiang, who was high-spirited when he was in the newspaper, was blocked in a corner, being pushed and shoved by people who looked like patient family members.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhao rushed over and pushed away the person looking for trouble. That person slid out two meters.

"Dr. Jiang, I'm here. You go get busy first. My uncle is handed over to you. Please be sure to save my uncle's life. Sorry for the trouble."

The nurse told the doctor Lin Zhao's identity at the right time. Dr. Jiang nodded. "I will do my best."

After saying that, he trotted to the operating room.

The family members causing trouble wanted to follow, but were grabbed by the collar by Lin Zhao. She said fiercely, "Where are you going? If you delay my uncle's treatment, I will twist your neck!"

The person she grabbed was an old man. The old man was pestering Dr. Jiang just to extort money, wanting the hospital to reduce his son's treatment costs, and if he could get more, that would be even better.

Who would have thought a little girl would ruin the matter.

He hated her so much in his heart that poison was dripping.

He looked back gloomily at Lin Zhao, and a fist the size of a sandbag swung toward the center of her face.

"Looking for death, take this punch!"

Lin Zhao dodged. The old man's body lunged forward, and his head hit the wall with a 'bang'. He slid down slowly, crying out in pain.

Regarding this, Lin Zhao didn't pay much attention and walked away quickly.

For this kind of person who relies on being old to sell old, looking at him one more time was an insult to her eyes.

The old man was still putting on a show and couldn't imagine Lin Zhao would run away. He stood there stupidly. By the time he reacted, the person he could blackmail was long gone.

"Bullying the elderly—the hospital is colluding with a bad girl to bully the elderly—?"

A shout called over quite a few onlookers.

"What's going on?"

This old man had been eyeing the hospital for half a month, and quite a few people had an impression of him, standing in groups of three or five and pointing at him.

"It's that old man from 202 again. He hasn't finished making trouble yet!" Someone curled their lips.

"How could he finish making trouble? Without extorting money, this damn old man wouldn't leave."

Everyone knew what was going on and couldn't be bothered to watch the old man cry and wail. They looked at him with disdain and left.

The old man's bark-like face twisted, the hatred in his heart like wild grass growing randomly. He got up, patted the dust off his butt, and returned to the ward to discuss countermeasures with his son!

"Trash." The young man with a broken lower leg had a gloomy expression. "Such a good opportunity!! How could you let that doctor who cares only about his reputation escape!"

The old man was very arrogant outside, but in front of his own son, he appeared submissive. "I had blocked him, but a woman came. That woman's strength was like a monster's. With one push of her arm, she pushed me away. Because of this, that doctor ran away."

"It's all that meddlesome woman's fault." He said hatefully. "She seems to have family members in this hospital too. Sooner or later, we'll run into her. At that time..."

The young man looked at him. "I'm about to be discharged. Get it done early. If you can't get the money, don't even think about having a grandson!"

These words were the magic weapon to manipulate the old man. Hearing this threat, the old man hurriedly said, "I can get it, I definitely will! Son, just wait to marry a beautiful bride. At that time, give your dad a few white and fat grandsons."

The person on the bed twitched the corners of his mouth.

A beautiful bride...

He had lost half a leg; even the ugliest woman in the village wouldn't be willing to marry him. Where would he marry a beautiful bride? It was wishful thinking!

Lin Zhao didn't know she was still being targeted. She waited alone at the entrance of the operating room, staring blankly straight ahead. It looked like she was daydreaming, but in fact, she was drawing a lottery. She wanted to draw some kind of good luck charm to use in her uncle's surgery, so that her uncle could successfully pass this hurdle.

One thousand points down, two thousand points down... five thousand points down...

The points she felt she couldn't finish using a few days ago were going down very quickly.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao's luck was not bad.

She drew what she wanted to draw.

A small charm, called a Good Luck Charm, which would take effect after writing a name on it.

Lin Zhao didn't even think about it and wrote her uncle's name. Before the last stroke fell, that small piece of charm paper disappeared.

Uncle, you will definitely be fine.

She looked at the operating room, a smile appearing on her face.

Now with triple guarantees, it should be fine, right?

"Comrade, the surgery will take a long time. Why don't you go back first?" The little nurse finished her rounds and, seeing Lin Zhao still there, kindly advised her.

"No need. I can't rest even if I go back. I'll just wait here." Sitting for a whole night was too exhausting, so Lin Zhao asked, "Is there an empty hospital bed for me to rest my feet?"

The little nurse was slightly stunned and smiled apologetically. "No."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm on duty tonight. You can go to my lounge and sleep for a while."

Lin Zhao raised her eyes. "Is it convenient?"

Meeting those beautiful eyes, the little nurse couldn't say the words of refusal anymore. Besides, she originally wanted to help this comrade who looked about the same age as her.

"It's convenient, let's go, I'll take you there now."

Lin Zhao looked back at the quiet operating room and followed the nurse comrade.

She smiled gratefully. "Then I won't be polite, thank you, Comrade Xu."

Xu Ying's expression was puzzled.

Lin Zhao pointed to the work badge on her chest and asked a question she already knew the answer to. "Is that your name?"

"Yes." Xu Ying suddenly realized.

"My name is Lin Zhao, 'Lin' as in double wood, 'Zhao' as in bright moon." Lin Zhao introduced herself.

"Your name sounds really good." Xu Ying praised sincerely.

"Yours sounds good too." Lin Zhao returned the compliment politely.

Xu Ying smiled. "My grandma gave it to me, and I also like my name very much."

While talking, the two arrived at Xu Ying's lounge.

The room wasn't big, containing a single bed, a single desk, and a small cabinet. Perhaps because those in the medical profession all had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, the room was kept meticulously clean.

"So clean, exactly as I imagined." Lin Zhao said.

Her voice was soft, but her tone was sincere, making people feel comfortable in their hearts.

"Thank you." A small dimple appeared on Xu Ying's cheek when she smiled.

"You sleep. The bedsheets and quilt covers are newly changed, and there is nothing valuable in my lounge, so you can be at ease. I still have to do rounds, so I'll go get busy first..."

Lin Zhao thanked her again. There were still many good people; she had a place to stay tonight.

Xu Ying's hand had just touched the doorknob when she remembered something. She stopped and looked back. "There is hot water in the kettle, you can use it as you please."

"Okay." Lin Zhao responded. She had brought everything she could when she came; she lacked nothing.

Xu Ying said 'mm' and then left.

The bedsheets had a faint smell of disinfectant, not unpleasant, and had a feeling that made people feel at ease.

Lin Zhao lay down and closed her eyes to rest. After a busy day, her body was very tired, but her brain was terrifyingly clear.

Although she had made all the efforts she could, as soon as she thought of her uncle lying in the operating room, her heart was in a mess.

One moment she thought of Aunt and Song Song Yuncheng and Yun Jin; they were the ones suffering the most.

The next moment she thought of A-Lan and the twins. She didn't know if Gu Hangbao had caused any trouble, and if A-Lan and Xiang Yubao could suppress him.

In the guesthouse, Gu Hangbao indeed hadn't slept yet. Not only hadn't he slept, but he also wanted to persuade A-Lan and Xiang Yubao to go to the provincial hospital together.

Hearing his words, Gu Lan shook her head like a rattle-drum. "No! Can't! Don't even think about it! Third Aunt told us to stay in the guesthouse obediently and not go anywhere. We have to listen to her!"

Gu Hangbao argued on strong grounds. "I'm worried about Great Uncle too."

"Even if we go, we can't change anything." Gu Lan still shook her head. "Besides, even if we go over, we don't know where Third Aunt is. What if we get lost on the way? No, no, stop thinking about it, go to sleep quickly."

Afraid she would waver, she covered her ears, looking like she wouldn't listen to the turtle chanting sutras.

"Brother~" Gu Hangbao went to pester his brother again.

Xiang Yubao wouldn't listen to him. "I listen to Mom. Mom told us to wait for her to come back."

Gu Hangbao was angry. He hugged his chest and turned his back. Being angry, he fell asleep after a while.

Gu Lan hadn't heard any talking for a long time. She got out of bed lightly and went over to take a look. The little cub was sleeping with his mouth pouted, as sweet as could be.

"He's asleep." She said to Xiang Yubao.

Xiang Yubao pulled the quilt up for his younger brother and said to Gu Lan, "Let's sleep too. When we wake up, Mom will be back."

"Right."

Afraid her younger brothers would wake up in the middle of the night and be scared, Gu Lan didn't turn off the light.

The surgery lasted an entire night, nearly twelve hours, and didn't end until nearly eight o'clock the next morning. When the operating room door opened, Lin Zhao was waiting outside the door.

With a creak.

The door opened.

Lin Zhao greeted him. "Doctor, how is my uncle?"

"The surgery was very successful. As for the situation of the right arm, it depends on the subsequent recovery." Dr. Jiang took off his mask, rubbed his stiff brows, and answered Lin Zhao's question.

"Comrade Song's luck is very good. The situation of the severed arm is not bad. There is still a possibility of recovering seven or eight percent. Take good care of him."

Lin Zhao's face showed joy. "Thank you, Doctor, thank you all for your hard work."

She asked some simple questions about what to pay attention to and didn't say any more nonsense, letting the doctors go to rest!

Uncle Song was sent to the ward. The anesthesia hadn't worn off, and he was still in a coma, but his complexion was better than yesterday.

Lin Zhao guarded the hospital bed. The ward door was knocked. She walked over to open the door, and outside was the director of the textile factory.

The textile factory director walked in carrying things. "You haven't eaten yet, right? I bought breakfast, you should eat something."

When he came, he had understood the situation. Old Song's surgery went very smoothly, and he had to be well taken care of next.

Take care! Even half a year of leave was fine!

This time it was all thanks to Old Song. If it weren't for him, their factory would have had a fatality!

And it would have happened in front of reporters.

If that really happened, the entire factory leadership team would have no good fruit to eat!

"Zhao Zhao, you haven't slept all night, right? Why don't you find a guesthouse to rest? I'll guard Old Song."

Lin Zhao said, "No need, I've slept. I happen to be hungry, thank you, Uncle Fu."

"What are you thanking me for? It's what I should do. If it weren't for the factory's mistake, causing Old Song to suffer such a great disaster, you wouldn't be suffering this exhaustion." Director Fu said.

He and Uncle Song were old friends for many years. He knew Lin Zhao's whereabouts. If it weren't for Old Song's accident, Zhao Zhao wouldn't know where she was enjoying herself.

Lin Zhao learned the cause and effect of her uncle's injury from Director Fu yesterday afternoon. He was saving someone, saving a young and frivolous technician.

"Saving a life, my uncle definitely won't regret it, so don't say that." Lin Zhao said while eating a bun.

Things have come to this, let's just recover well. Saying more is useless.

"Okay, I won't say it. Your aunt doesn't know that Old Song is out of danger yet, right? Why don't you go send them a telegram in a while?" Director Fu said. ===== CHAPTER 339 =====