Chapter 8: She Returns, She All Returns
Inside the oppressive air of the room, bursts of angry curses could be heard one after another. Whatever was ugly, whatever hurt, they cursed.
Suddenly, Qin Xiangnuan smiled.
Fine, she’d repay them.
From then on, the Qin Family would have no relations with her whatsoever.
In the hospital, she stretched out her arm and watched with wide eyes as the doctor inserted a thick needle into her vein and drew out a large syringe of blood. She covered her face with her hand, and for a moment, the light that stabbed into her eyes was painfully unbearable.
"You agree to donate, right?" The doctor examining her asked with some uncertainty, the glasses on his ears reflecting a faint greenish glow.
Qin Xiangnuan felt a soreness in her throat; she opened her mouth but couldn’t speak. Then, she could only nod slightly, turned her face away, and closed her eyes. In a place no one knew, indeed, a teardrop the size of a bean fell.
The surgery was scheduled tightly: she came in the morning, and the surgery was in the afternoon. She heard the doctor arguing with someone outside; straining her ears, she faintly recognized her father’s voice.
She agreed? How could she agree? She had no children. She had always treated Mingming as her own, willing to do anything for him.
"Have you thought it through?" The doctor paused for a moment, then spoke those inscrutable words.
"We’ve thought it through, of course, we have," Qin Guohua hastened, fearing the doctor might change his mind, speaking eagerly, which made the doctor somewhat startled. He didn’t know what was wrong with this man—was he mad? One was his daughter, the other his grandson; none showed the kind of care that this grandfather did.