119: Cornered 4

T City, Shen Yun Song City.

Zhang Zhitao sat in the office absentmindedly, looking at the accounts on the computer, and didn't have any thoughts to sort it out.

Wang Yiwi sensed Zhang Zhitao's strange appearance, and asked worriedly: "Xiao Tao, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?" ”

Zhang Zhitao smiled dismally, shook his head and didn't want to speak.

Wang Yi became even more worried: "Is the injury on your body still painful, or you can go back first, I am here." ”

"Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'm fine." Zhang Zhitao was still smiling, so stubborn that Uncle Wang felt distressed.

Although Uncle Wang was worried in his heart, he hid all his emotions because of what Mu Ziyang said that day.

When it was almost eight o'clock, Zhang Zhitao felt a headache, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if something was going to happen.

I don't know what's going on during this time, I always have a headache, and it seems like something is shaking in my head.

It's very uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable all over the body.

It may be caused by the overload of stress in the past few months.

Since her father was hospitalized, she is in a state of overload both at work and in life, there is no regularity in life at all, and there is no normal rest, many times she is guarding Zhang Ping by the bedside in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Zhang Zhitao seemed to be very uncomfortable, Wang Yi became even more worried, and brought a cup of hot boiling water: "Xiao Tao, don't hold on, the body is the capital of the revolution." ”

Before Wang finished speaking, Zhang Zhitao's mobile phone rang, very urgently.

Zhang Zhitao already had a headache and was very weak, and when she heard the phone ringing, she became even more irritable, and she didn't plan to answer it, but when she saw that the caller ID was Dr. Chen, her heart sank.

Hurriedly answered the phone: "Dr. Chen, what's wrong with my father?" ”

Before Zhang Zhitao could finish listening to Dr. Chen's words, he rushed out of the office directly, sat down outside the door and went back to H City.

In her mind, Dr. Chen's sentence "Zhang Ping is critically ill and his life is on the verge of death" has always lingered in her ears, as if he wanted to tear her whole person into several pieces.

How could it be, how could it be, I only had surgery a few days ago, and they all said that they could buy more time, how could they be critically ill at this time?

Zhang Zhitao was extremely scared in his heart, and kept urging the driver to drive faster.

Dr. Chan told her to go back quickly, she couldn't afford to delay even a minute.

Because her dad couldn't afford to wait.

In the hospital, Zhang Ping was in the emergency room.

Zhang Zhitao waited anxiously outside, pacing back and forth, unable to sit still.

At around eleven o'clock, Zhang Ping was pushed out and sent to the intensive cultivation room.

In the intensive cultivation room, Zhang Zhitao looked at the sleeping Zhang Ping, and finally couldn't hold back the tears that had been hidden all night, and they dripped down.

Zhang Zhitao took Zhang Ping's wrinkled and weathered hand, and let his tears slide down his cheeks and drip on the back of Zhang Ping's hand.

"Dad, don't do this to Ah Tao, okay?"

"If you have some accident, how do you want me to live?"

"Dad, you must be safe, okay?"

"Dad, don't want Tao, Tao is afraid of being lonely."

Dr. Chen watched this scene from outside the door, and his heart was also moved, he didn't know whether it was right to do this, but he couldn't disobey it at all.

"Miss Zhang, please come with me, we need to discuss with you about the treatment of patients."

Zhang Zhitao turned around and saw Dr. Chen, put Zhang Ping's hand down, got up and followed Dr. Chen's footsteps.

In Dr. Chen's office, there is no extra person.

Zhang Zhitao was so nervous that he didn't dare to sit down, so he asked eagerly: "Doctor Chen, my father's ......?"

Dr. Chen pondered for a moment, sorted out the documents in his hand, and although he couldn't bear it, he still said against his conscience: "Miss Zhang, we thought that the operation two days ago could alleviate the deterioration of our condition, but the result still hit us hard. ”

Dr. Chen shook his head, and Zhang Zhitao became even more nervous.

"Your father's body is weak, his resistance has dropped severely, and he is prone to rejection, so that his condition suddenly deteriorates, so he ......"

Doctor Chen thought for a moment, lowered his head, and said, "Miss Zhang, your father's illness can't be delayed any longer, we need to have surgery as soon as possible." ”

Zhang Zhitao's hands were staggered in front of his chest, squeezed tightly together, and his fingernails were about to dig into the flesh.

She tried to keep herself calm, but the nervousness and fear in her heart had already caused her to mess around.

Surgery as soon as possible, which means that the huge medical expenses need to be prepared now.

However, where is she going to get so much money?

But without money, what about Dad's illness? It can't be delayed any longer.

If it drags on any longer, it will be life-threatening.

"Miss Zhang, I know that you are in financial difficulties, but we are also helping others, this ......"

The meaning of Dr. Chen's words is already clear, if you don't have money, Zhang Ping's treatment will stall.

Zhang Zhitao knows that this is a materialistic shijie.

Although many people say that money is not everything, and money cannot make ghosts grind you, but in this real society, it is absolutely impossible to have no money.

What should she do?

"Dr. Chen, if I raise the money, when will my dad be treated?" Zhang Zhitao asked, she just wanted to determine how long Zhang Ping's illness could last.

"If nothing else, surgery can be scheduled next Friday."

"I see." Zhang Zhitao replied in a low voice and walked out of the company.

As soon as Zhang Zhitao left, Dr. Chen dialed the phone on the table.

"I've done what you said, and I've said that."

There was just a faint "um" on the other side of the phone and hung up.

Zhang Zhitao staggered out of the hospital.

There was still a week to go, and in a week, she had to prepare a huge amount of money.

Suddenly, powerlessness and despair overwhelmed.

In autumn, the air is not so cold, but Zhang Zhitao feels that she is extremely cold, as if the cold wind of hunting is blowing around her, and it will freeze her into ice.

What should she do, such a large sum of money, where is she looking for?

Zhang Zhitao walked on the street alone with a lost soul, and the road ahead was bleak.

It seems to have returned to the day when he came out of Xie Qiuhan's house.

At night, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and she is a shijie alone.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

Zhang Zhitao didn't answer, but the phone rang continuously, and it wasn't until the third time that Zhang Zhitao answered.

"It seems. You don't care about Zhang Ping's life or death at all. On the other end of the line was an indifferent man's voice.

Zhang Zhitao immediately thought of the man during the day, how did she know her phone number?

"Who the hell are you?" Zhang Zhitao didn't dare to imagine what the other party meant, she didn't remember offending him, weishenme had to entangle her?

"You know who I am." The man's voice on the other side of the phone sneered, "Don't be curious, I know everything about you, it's too easy to check you." ”