"Lan'er." Han Xiangdong sounded tired. "How are you doing in your new house? Did anyone bully you? Have you eaten?"
"Brother, did something happen at home?" A complicated feeling surged in Le Yao's heart. She knew that it belonged to the original Han Binglan.
"No… I'm fine at home, really. You don't have to worry… just take care of yourself…"
"Han Xiangdong." Le Yao's voice rose. "I may have come to Xiling City, but am I still your sister?"
"Lan'er, don't be angry. I'm just…" Han Xiangdong instantly cowered.
"When I was lying on the sofa just now, I had a dream that something happened to our father. Tell me, did something really happen? If you don't tell me, I'll go back immediately. You know, I haven't had my driver's license for long. I haven't driven out of the city yet. If something happens on the way…"
"Don't be rash. I'll tell you." Han Xiangdong was anxious and didn't dare to hide anything. He told her everything.
Three days ago, Han Baozhu's leg was broken by a falling rock at the construction site. Now, he was waiting in line at the county hospital for the surgery. It would be his turn tomorrow. However, the surgery fee was quite expensive and the family did not have enough money, so the villagers had gathered the money for them.
"Han Xiangdong, if anything happens to Dad, I will never forgive you." Le Yao's eyes were red. "Now, transfer Dad to another hospital. I'll wait for you here. Money is not a problem. Hurry up." With that, she hung up and transferred 10,000 yuan to Han Xiangdong.
"Dear, I've contacted the live-stream platform…" Qiao Qiao rushed out excitedly with her phone, but she suddenly realized that Le Yao's eyes were red. She was shocked. "Dear, what's wrong? Who bullied you? Tell me…"
"Qiao Qiao, please do me a favor. My dad's broken his leg—"
"Don't worry, I'll arrange it immediately." Qiao Qiao hurriedly patted Han Binglan's shoulder. "The medical technology is good now. Everything will be okay…"
Four hours later, at Xiling City People's Hospital.
Han Baozhu finished the examination again. Although it was already early in the morning, he was still sent to the operating theater.
"Lan'er, thank you." Liu Sujuan looked at Le Yao with red eyes. "If it weren't for…" Then she looked at Qiao Qiao. "Thank you, Miss Qiao."
"Auntie, don't thank me," Qiao Qiao said with a wave of her hand. "Lan'er and I are best friends. You're being too polite."
Tears fell from Le Yao's eyes. "That's right, Mom. You're already distant from me, and you don't treat me as your daughter. You didn't even tell me when something this big happened. I'm so sad…" This was indeed how her original self felt.
"No, you're my daughter. You always will be." Liu Sujuan was anxious. Her honest face showed that she was at a loss. "Don't cry. I was wrong. I was afraid that you would be troubled…"
"I'm not. You've raised me well. If I wasn't telepathic with my father, would you have kept it from me forever?" Le Yao sniffed. "If anything happens to my father, do you want me to blame myself?"
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Liu Sujuan reached out and hugged Le Yao. "Mom was wrong."
"If you want me to forgive you, then go and rest well. Look at you, how thin have you become? I'm here now." Le Yao patted Liu Sujuan's back and then called Han Xiangdong, "Han Xiangdong, bring our mother to the guest house to rest. If she doesn't rest well, I won't let you off."