Queen Revenge

I didn’t really want to go to the hospital, and before I could say anything, Frank Hill added to Shirley Hill behind the car seat, “You’re coming along.”

With that said, Frank Hill got into the ambulance with Jane Hasis and went to the hospital first.

Shirley Hill asked me softly, “Going?”

I thought about it for a few seconds and nodded, turning the car around and following the ambulance to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jane Hasis was quickly rushed into the operating room, and the doctor had Frank Hill sign a number of papers, and it was at this time that he learned that Jane Hasis had a uremic syndrome.

“This, how is this possible.” Frank Hill had a look of disbelief on his face.

The doctor sighed and said, “Ms. Hasis was diagnosed as a UTI patient a month ago, our hospital asked Ms. Hasis to be hospitalized and Ms. Hasis insisted on not being hospitalized.”

Uremia treatment is simply dialysis and kidney transplantation.

The way to cure it completely is still to get a kidney transplant.

After resuscitation, Jane Hasis was fine for now and was sent to the VIP room, Frank Hill was called to the doctor’s office, and I sat in a chair in the hospital hallway holding an already sleeping SWEETHEART while Shirley Hill tended to the room.

After a while, Frank Hill came back with a heavy heart and saw me, wanting to say, “Alva, why didn’t you go in.”

“There’s no need for that.” I asked knowingly, “What did the doctor say?”

“The situation is pretty serious.” Frank Hill looked at me and said, “The doctor said we have to find a kidney source for the surgery as soon as possible, and I heard from the doctor that your mom brought Bella in for a match and it worked …”

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I said with a grimace, “That’s good that the match was successful, and since it’s all right, I’m going to head back.”

“Alva,” Frank Hill called out to me, “That, that Bella’s condition, as you know, is not very suitable for kidney transplantation, Alva, see if you can … ”

I give him a stern look and Frank Hill swallows back the rest of his words, scowling a little at me.

I really don’t know how Frank Hill has the nerve to say something like that.

Just then, Shirley Hill came out of the hospital room, “Dad, Auntie Chen is awake.”

Saying that, Shirley Hill looked at me again and said hesitantly, “Auntie Chen said she wanted to see you.”

It really doesn’t leave me alone.

You can’t hide from the first day, but you can’t hide from the fifteenth.

“Take care of SWEETHEART for me for a while,” I said as I handed SWEETHEART over to Shirley Hill and pushed my way inside.

Jane Hasis, pale and weak, beckoned to me, “Alva, come closer so Mom can get a good look at you.”

It sounded like it was immediately going to be impossible.

I stepped closer and Jane Hasis, motherly love in her eyes, reached out and tried to touch my face, which I subconsciously avoided by tilting my head, “What’s wrong with you?”

Jane Hasis eyes dark, retracted his hand, lack of breath: “Mom’s disease you also know, mom can not live long, where to find a suitable kidney source ah, mom does not hope, this life, the only thing I owe is you, mom wants to take advantage of this last time to make it up to you, and I hope that you can forgive mom.”

I stood at the side of the hospital bed and said with a grimace, “We can’t talk about forgiveness, back when you kicked me out of THE Hill family and sacrificed me for Bella Hill, our mother-daughter bond was over, and your life or death is of no concern to me.”

“Alva,” Jane Hasis tried to get up, covered her chest and said painfully, “We are mother and daughter, broken bones are still connected to the tendons, how can it be okay, in the end, you still blame me, it’s all because of mom’s bad, you don’t forgive mom, mom can also understand, you go away, just let mom in here Let mom live and die here.”

“Good.”

I’m cool with that.

A flash of dismay crossed the bottom of Jane Hasis’ eyes, nearly straining the mask she wore.

“Are you really leaving?” Jane Hasis was a bit anxious, covering her chest and shouting in pain, showing her agony, “Alva, mom is so hard, am I going to die soon, I can’t wait for the right kidney source, and there’s only one way to die.”

Impassive, I watched her load and said in a light tone, “I’ll call you a doctor.”

“Alva …”

I ignored Jane Hasis and walked right out.

Before I went in, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe Jane Hasis didn’t want my kidney, that she was truly repentant and wanted to do her duty as a mother, to make amends, to make up.

But the truth is, I overestimated Jane Hasis, and she just about explicitly asked me to give her my kidney.

I took SWEETHEART from Shirley Hill’s arms, “I’m going home first.”

Shirley Hill looked at Frank Hill and said to me, “I’ll take you back.”

Frank Hill asked, “Alva, what did your mom tell you?”

“Didn’t say anything, she’s got chest pains, why don’t you get the doctor in there.” I walked quickly with SWEETHEART in my arms and Shirley Hill jogged to keep up.

“Alva, I’ll hold it.”

It was indeed a bit of a strain for me to hold Sweetheart, and I was also afraid that Sweetheart would press on my stomach, so I handed Sweetheart over to Shirley Hill, and as I passed by a VIP ward, the sound of smashing things came out from inside, which was interspersed with a familiar heart-rending cry of pain.

“I lost my leg, I lost my leg, Walker, I don’t believe it was an accident, it must have been Alva Hill who did this to me, I want that bitch back tenfold.”

This is Susan Su’s voice.

The gnashing of teeth at me in that voice was all too obvious.

I didn’t realize Susan Su was in this hospital.

I ghosted a little closer, and through the half-open door saw a slim Walker Richter standing at the head of the hospital bed, looking expressionlessly at Susan Su, who sat hissing in pain.

Losing a leg was certainly a fatal blow to Susan Su. She was so proud and perfect, how could she bear the physical handicap.

Walker Richter said in a cloudy voice, “It was just an accident, I had it investigated, the elevator was in disrepair and you just happened to be in that accident.”

The implication is that Susan Su had her own bad luck.

That’s not how Walker Richter should have treated Susan Su. His tone and face were as cold as they come, not a hint of distress that his wife had lost a leg.

“No, it can’t be.” Susan Su touched her broken leg with her hand, her face filled with tears and hatred and despair, “It must be man-made, if I find out who did it, I won’t let her go.”

Walker Richter’s brow wrinkled, “I had a prosthetic leg ordered for you, so you’d better be more peaceful in the future, or if there’s any more accidents, you won’t know if you’re missing an arm or a leg.”

The words shook me to my core, while Susan Su looked at Walker Richter in horror.

Did Walker Richter get Susan Su’s leg done?

I remembered what the guy on the road had said, he said someone had offered a lot of money for one of Susan Su’s legs, and as I thought about it, that someone was probably Walker Richter.

Susan Su gave sweetheart a bruise on her face, and how could Walker Richter, who loves his daughter as much as he does, let Susan Su go.

Susan Su was speechless with shock.

Walker Richter left after instructing the caregiver to take good care of Susan Su.

I told Shirley Hill to hold on to SWEETHEART as I chased after Walker Richter.

“Walker.”

I called out to Walker Richter who was getting ready to get into his car.

His figure lurched and he looked back with surprise on his face.