Chapter 599 Feeling sorry for the older sister
"My arm... was buried by my child's mother!"
The old man said tearfully, "When my son fell ill, I was busy picking compost and fertilizing the leeks. Just as my arm was chopped off, it happened to fall into the manure pit.
I fainted at that moment, and the villagers sent both me and my arm to the hospital, hoping to reattach it. But the doctor said that my arm had not been stored at a low temperature and was heavily contaminated. All the tissues had already necrotized and couldn't be reattached.
Even if it were reattached, it would be useless and could cause systemic infection, possibly even death. The most crucial point is that the cost of the surgery is too high. After weighing our options, we decided to give up on the surgery..."
Oh dear, this family is so unfortunate!
Ivy sympathetically shed tears and said, "I'll go to your house now, dig out your arm, treat it, and also cure your son's illness while I'm at it."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Foster!" the old man wiped his tears and said, "If you really cure my son's illness, I'll have him work for you as a bodyguard. He was strong and healthy before he fell ill, so he can endure hardships."
Ivy smiled lightly and shook her head, "I don't need a bodyguard."
She had the River Pearl Magic Bead with her for 77,000 years. Who needs a bodyguard?
"Is it not possible even if it's without pay? It'll be enough as long as he can have a meal!" the old man said. "Just give him a few days off during busy farming seasons and let him come back to till the fields and sow seeds. After finishing the work, he can return to your side and serve you as a loyal servant, without any pay, really!"
Ivy "..."
Is this really about pay?
"Well, let's discuss it later. Let's go to your house first."
Ivy suddenly thought that she would be opening a beauty and wellness center and a jewelry company. She would need to hire many employees, so she could reserve a security guard position for the old man's son.
Just as they were about to leave, a middle-aged woman with curly hair came pushing a wheelchair, blocking Ivy's path directly.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with an unclear consciousness.
Oh no, Ivy had a bad feeling about this.
The woman with curly hair raised her lips and acted like a noble rich lady, "Dr. Foster, could you please treat my husband first? You've seen his condition; it resulted from a car accident. He's almost like a vegetable now, unable to take care of himself in terms of basic bodily functions. I had a hard time getting him into the wheelchair just to attend this meeting with the miracle doctor."
Indeed, this person's condition was quite dire, and Ivy felt embarrassed to refuse.
But if she were to treat him now, later everyone would come to hassle her. The rule she had just established of "treating only three patients at a time" would be rendered useless.
Bluey immediately protected her sister behind her and said, "I'm sorry, but my sister has already treated too many people today, and she also needs to go to the house of the elderly couple. She doesn't have time to treat your husband. If you really want my sister's treatment, please make an appointment with the doctor; she can treat your husband next week!"
The woman with curly hair immediately became angry, her expression turning ugly. "What are you saying? A doctor should have compassion! The patients are being pushed in front of her, how could she turn a blind eye to their suffering?
It's time to follow the rules. Your sister wants to go to Uncle and Aunt's house, and I have no objections, but I have already pushed my husband in front of your sister. Doesn't she feel embarrassed?
Also, listen here! You and your sister look exactly the same. If she can heal people, why can't you? If you truly care about your sister, you should help share her burden.
As long as you and your sister work together to heal and save people, you can help alleviate the suffering of many others. Why do you all need to compete for limited appointments?
"I cannot heal!" Bluey blushed and said passionately.
"Your sister can, why can't you?" the curly-haired middle-aged woman said calmly, "I think you just don't want to heal! Look at how you and your sister dress, like big celebrities. When you go out, there are reporters following you. It doesn't seem like a genuine effort to heal and save people, but rather a fake act of charity.
Clearly, you have the ability to save more people, but you arbitrarily say you can only save three at a time. Yet you break your own rules and save two more. You rely on your medical skills and save people when you feel like it, neglecting the value of human life!"
"You...you..." Bluey was so angry that tears fell from her eyes.
It truly felt unfair for her sister.
She came all the way here to do charity work, only to be accused and criticized. It was even manipulative on a moral level. Why bother with all this trouble?
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