Chapter 87: The Mischievous Little Sister

The hospital corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, irritating people’s noses.

Someone walked across the polished floor and entered the nephrology office, greeting the doctor inside.

“Dr. Du.”

The middle-aged doctor in a white coat looked up and smiled as soon as he saw Fang Zhou.

“Ah, Fang Zhou, you’re here. Please, have a seat!”

This Dr. Du was Fang Zhou’s sister’s primary physician and was quite well-known domestically. About six months ago, Fang Zhou brought his sister to the capital specifically for Dr. Du.

Fang Zhou nodded and sat down, asking in a serious tone, “How has my sister been doing recently?”

It had been ten days since his last visit to the hospital.

At that time, he was overjoyed to confirm he could get fifty thousand yuan by joining a show, and he had eagerly asked Dr. Du to find a matching kidney.

Dr. Du opened his work log and showed Fang Wenjing’s page to him.

“Her recent dialysis sessions have gone well, with no adverse reactions.”

Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, “Any news on a matching kidney for my sister?”

Dr. Du shook his head and truthfully informed him.

“Currently, we haven’t found a suitable kidney for your sister. We have to keep waiting.”

“But for now, her condition remains stable, so there’s no need to worry excessively.”

Fang Zhou felt a bit disappointed but had expected this.

“Please continue to keep an eye out. I’m quite busy with work lately, so please notify me by phone if there are any changes.”

Dr. Du nodded and said solemnly, “That’s my duty.”

They discussed Wenjing’s condition for a while longer before another patient came in.

Dr. Du told Fang Zhou, “Your sister should be finishing her dialysis now. You can wait a bit.”

Fang Zhou went to the dialysis room where his sister was, and through the window on the door, he could see her inside.

Fang Wenjing was lying quietly on the hospital bed, with two tubes inserted in her right arm, through which red blood was flowing.

This was hemodialysis.

One tube drew blood from the patient’s body to a machine that removed excess toxins and fluids, and then the blood was returned through another tube.

Though it seemed simple, many patients had to endure this process thousands of times until they passed away.

The pain from drawing blood and inserting needles made many patients go from fear to numbness, and some even developed PTSD, preferring death over enduring such pain.

A few lucky ones, after a kidney transplant, could avoid lifelong dialysis but still needed ongoing treatment.

His sister, already frail, often lost her appetite or vomited after eating since her diagnosis, making her look even thinner now.

She lay quietly on the bed, not crying or making a fuss even without any family around.

Fang Zhou’s eyes reddened, and he quickly turned away, unable to bear the sight.

Men don’t cry easily unless deeply hurt.

If he could, he’d rather endure this pain himself than let his young sister bear it.

She was so young, with so many beautiful things in the world she hadn’t seen yet, now confined to the small world of the hospital.

While a caged bird might have a chance to fly, his sister wouldn’t have that chance without a kidney transplant.

At this moment, this tall man felt incredibly small, as if humans could only accept fate’s arrangements.

However, Fang Zhou quickly regained his composure.

It’s okay; they had money now. They just needed a matching kidney, and his sister could have a new life.

To hell with fate, Fang Zhou didn’t believe in it. He would defy this damned fate.

“Hey, Boss Fang, you’re back?”

A middle-aged woman’s voice sounded behind him, filled with curiosity and surprise.

It was the caretaker he hired to look after his sister, responsible for cooking, cleaning, and taking her to the hospital.

Fang Zhou paid her ten thousand yuan a month, and she usually called him Boss.

He composed himself, turned around, and smiled at the middle-aged woman.

“Hello, Aunt Wei. I came back today. When I didn’t see you at home, I came to the hospital.”

This Aunt Wei had been carefully selected by Fang Zhou after evaluating several candidates.

After a week of observation, he found her to be meticulous and responsible, and she was kind to his sister.

She even proactively reported his sister’s daily activities, meals, and symptoms.

Because of this, Fang Zhou felt comfortable leaving for ten days or half a month.

He didn’t mind being kind to Aunt Wei.

People have hearts, and they can see the details.

Aunt Wei smiled warmly, planning what to cook for dinner.

“I’ll go to the market later and buy a few more dishes. How about I fry a fish?”

Fang Zhou smiled gently and nodded, “That sounds good. Do as you see fit.”

“Ah, with the boss back, Wenjing will be so happy! She might even eat a bit more tonight!”

Aunt Wei’s infectious smile made Fang Zhou smile unconsciously.

“Let’s hope she eats more.”

As they chatted happily, time passed, and Wenjing’s treatment ended. She rested on the bed.

With the nurse’s permission, Fang Zhou and Aunt Wei entered the room.

Wenjing had been resting with her eyes closed. Hearing footsteps, she thought it was just Aunt Wei and struggled to open her eyes, calling softly, “Aunt Wei…”

Then she saw Fang Zhou standing quietly in the room, looking at her.

“Brother! You’re back!”

Wenjing’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Didn’t you say you’d be back tomorrow?”

Her eyes sparkled, and despite her illness, she remained cheerful and lively.

Fang Zhou winked at her, saying softly, “I was teasing you, to give you a surprise!”

“Are you happy?”

Wenjing laughed and tried to sit up but was held down by Fang Zhou.

“Don’t move. You just finished dialysis; rest a bit longer.”

Wenjing obediently nodded, staring at Fang Zhou with a smile, and playfully asked, “Did you bring back a sister-in-law?”

Despite her young age, she was quite mischievous. Since Fang Zhou turned 25, she had been nagging him about marriage, playing the role of traditional parents.

Things like “Men over 25 are of late marriage age, you should seize the time and opportunity blah blah blah.” She could say without hesitation.

Fang Zhou bent down, gently patting her head, “No, you little rascal, don’t worry about that.”

Wenjing sighed dramatically, “Oh, men over 25 can’t be kept! Keeping them only leads to worry!”

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

How could she have so many twisted ideas at such a young age?