The young nurse glanced at Jiang Ning, remembering the condition of that patient from a few days ago, her expression somewhat hesitant, "I’m not sure if it’s..."
Just then, Chen Xiaomei had gotten through on the internal line, relaying Chen Zhaodi’s information to her colleagues in the inpatient department, asking them to look it up.
They quickly found the information.
Chen Xiaomei turned to Jiang Ning, her expression tinged with pity, "There are three Chen Zhaodis, but there’s only one with brain cancer, and she’s just sixteen years old, is she the friend you’re looking for?"
"Yes," Jiang Ning nodded.
Then Chen Xiaomei spoke again to the colleague on the phone, "Which floor is this young lady on? What’s her room number?"
Whatever was said on the other end, Chen Xiaomei’s facial expression became somewhat odd, and she quickly hung up the call.
"Director, is it the patient on the eleventh floor of the inpatient department?" The young nurse spoke up again.
"Yes," Chen Xiaomei nodded, then said to the young nurse, "You have time now, right?"
"Yes, I do!" The young nurse nodded repeatedly, eagerly volunteering, "I can take Miss Jiang there!"
Jiang Ning slightly turned her body, "Thank you for the trouble."
The young nurse: "No problem!"
As the two of them turned to leave, Chen Xiaomei hurriedly added, "Miss Jiang, today you stopped Zhu Guangyong and also saved Doctor Lou. With your friend... our hospital will continue her treatment."
Jiang Ning had actually already sensed something was off from the reactions of Chen Xiaomei and the young nurse, but she didn’t ask further. For one, she wasn’t close with Le Zhengling, and for another, she hadn’t yet seen Le Zhengling and didn’t know her current condition.
However, now that Le Zhengling had cancer, she definitely needed to continue treatment in the hospital. Jiang Ning nodded, "Thank you, I will go see her now."
The young nurse said eagerly, "Please follow me!"
Jiang Ning followed the young nurse and left.
Le Zhengling was on the eleventh floor, and the two took the elevator up.
The hospital elevator was crowded - almost every floor had patients or family members coming and going. The mere eleven floors seemed to stretch like a century.
Finally getting out of the elevator, the young nurse breathed a sigh of relief.
As she led Jiang Ning forward, she told her, "Your friend is quite unfortunate, still so young and having been diagnosed with brain cancer. Fortunately, it was discovered early, now in the beginning stages, so surgery is possible.
But her relatives are really heartless, no matter how many times our doctors and nurses have said that she can be treated with surgery, they simply wouldn’t believe it. A few days ago, they made a ruckus in the hospital, insisting that your friend voluntarily give up on treatment...
Later, I don’t know what happened, but they haven’t appeared for the past few days."
The young nurse led Jiang Ning around a bend and then toward the end of the corridor, "The deposit your friend made previously has run out and wasn’t topped up; she said she had no family and couldn’t get in touch with any relatives. A few nurse sisters couldn’t bear it and temporarily arranged for her to be accommodated in that last room at the end..."
Upon arrival, one would discover that this so-called ’room’ was actually a storeroom for mops, brooms, and other miscellaneous items.
The room was shabby and cramped, located at the very end of the corridor.
Inside the room, apart from some cleaning tools, there stood a rusty metal frame bed.
Under normal circumstances according to Liu Zhaodi’s condition, the hospital would have stopped her medication and processed her discharge, but a few nurses secretly kept her there, placed in the small storeroom.