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When Jiang Ning heard this, her eyes fell on the little nurse: "Do you know her?"

The young nurse glanced at Jiang Ning, remembering the patient's condition a few days ago, and looked a little hesitant, "I'm not sure..."

It happened that at this time, Chen Xiaomei had already opened the internal phone number. She told her colleagues in the inpatient department about Chen Zhaodi and asked them to check.

Soon, it was found over there.

Chen Xiaomei turned to look at Jiang Ning with a look of pity: "There are three people named Chen Zhaodi, but only one has brain cancer. He is only sixteen years old. Is he the friend you are looking for?"

"Yes." Jiang Ning nodded.

Then Chen Xiaomei said to her colleague on the phone: "Which floor does this little girl live on? What is the ward number?"

Not sure what was said over there, Chen Xiaomei had a strange expression on her face and quickly hung up the phone.

"Director, is he the patient on the eleventh floor of the inpatient department?" The nurse next to him spoke again.

"Yes." Chen Xiaomei nodded and said to the little nurse, "Are you free now?"

"Yes, yes!" The little nurse nodded repeatedly and volunteered: "I can take Miss Jiang there!"

Jiang Ning turned slightly and said, "Sorry to trouble you."

Little nurse: "It's okay!"

Seeing the two people turning to leave, Chen Xiaomei said quickly: "Ms. Jiang, you stopped Zhu Guangyong today and saved Dr. Lou. Your friend... our hospital will continue to treat her."

Jiang Ning had actually vaguely sensed something strange from the reactions of Chen Xiaomei and the nurse, but she didn't ask further. Firstly, she was not familiar with Le Zhengling, and secondly, she hadn't seen Le Zhengling yet, so she didn't know. What is her condition now?

However, Le Zhengling must continue to be treated in the hospital now that she has cancer. Jiang Ning nodded: "Thank you, I'll go see her first." The little nurse said positively: "Please follow me!"

Jiang Ning left with the little nurse.

Le Zhengling was on the eleventh floor, and the two of them took the elevator upstairs.

There are many people in the hospital elevator, and patients or family members come in and out of almost every floor. There are only eleven floors, which is as long as a century.

After finally getting out of the elevator, the little nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

As she led Jiang Ning forward, she said to Jiang Ning: "This friend of yours is very pitiful. He got brain cancer at such a young age. Fortunately, it was discovered early. It is still in the early stage and can be treated with surgery.

It's just that her relatives are really nothing. Even though the doctors and nurses in our hospital said many times that it can be treated through surgery, they didn't believe it. They made a lot of noise in the hospital a few days ago, asking your friend to voluntarily give up treatment...

Later, I don’t know what happened, but they didn’t seem to show up these days. "

The little nurse led Jiang Ning around a corner, and then walked towards the end of the corridor, "Your friend's prepaid fee has been used up and she has not renewed it. She said she has no family and cannot contact her relatives. Several nurses and sisters I couldn't bear it, so I temporarily arranged her in the last ward..."

When you get there, you will find that the ward is actually a general room where brooms, mops and other things are stored.

The room was shabby and cramped, located at the end of the corridor.

In addition to some hygiene tools, there is also a rusty iron bed in the room.

Originally, according to Liu Zhaodi's situation, the hospital would have stopped her medication and discharged her, but several nurses secretly kept her in a small miscellaneous room. (End of chapter)