Chapter 244: [My Mother] Don’t Look at Me Like That
Bai Cha’s entire posture screamed a single word: stubborn.
Yet tears flowed endlessly, streaming uncontrollably down her face all the same.
Mother Han’s lips twitched, and she nodded in the end.
“Alright… Mom will accompany you. Can you stop throwing a fit now?”
Bai Cha pursed her lips, looking at her with an aggrieved expression.
“Does Mom think I’m throwing a fit?” Her tone sounded extraordinarily calm.
Void of a single trace of her earlier screaming and shouting.
Mother Han paused.
Bai Cha offered her a deep, searching look.
“The one throwing a fit all along is clearly Mom, yet Mom always says it’s my fault.”
“Why is it that when I clearly want Mom to get better, Mom considers it a mistake?”
The doctor and nurse standing nearby found it difficult to remain unmoved.
The nurse spoke up: “Child’s mother, she isn’t throwing a fit—she simply feels distressed for you. Look, your daughter is truly wonderful; even while ill herself, she is worrying about your physical health. As a parent, try not to let the child worry anymore.”
Mother Han looked all the more helpless, parting her mouth to offer an excuse, yet the words that spilled out turned into: “But I don’t need it—I only hope for her to get better.”
Upon finishing her sentence, she fell into a fresh wave of silence herself.
Bai Cha wiped her tears with a sad expression.
“You always say that, but I need Mom to get better too. If Mom’s condition turns worse and worse for my sake, then I’d rather not live.”
“Uh…” The doctor and nurse exchanged a brief glance, stepping forward hastily to soothe the two of them.
“Little girl, you can’t speak like that either. Your mom is doing everything for your own good—if something happened to you, imagine how heartbroken your mom would be.”
While speaking, the nurse lifted Bai Cha back onto the bed.
“But if something happens to her, I’ll be heartbroken too.”
Hearing this, the nurse stole a glance at Mother Han, saying, “But your mom is an adult now; your mom knows her limits. You’re still young, so don’t be so worried.”
“I know. Because I’m a little child, no matter what I say, none of you will listen to me.”
Flicking her hand free, Bai Cha leaped back down, her small frame agilely ducking beneath the bed as she wrapped her arms around the bed frame.
“I don’t want treatment! Since I’m a child anyway, everything I do is wrong!”
The nurse and doctor felt a massive headache coming on.
The doctor helped Mother Han up as well.
“Child’s parent, let’s step outside to have a chat.”
Mother Han nodded numbly.
Stepping out the ward door, the doctor signaled the nurse inside to keep comforting Bai Cha.
“Look, regarding the child’s current situation, she laid it out crystal clear herself. I have children too, so I understand—we all hope for what’s best for our children, don’t we?”
Mother Han nodded frantically, choking up as she spoke: “I truly have tried my best! I’ve tried my absolute best to treat her well, yet she…”
“I know, I can tell. Look at how thin you’ve grown, combined with severe anemia—eight or nine out of ten, it stems from exhausting yourself on a daily basis.”
The child had been brought over for so long without a father appearing, making it highly probable that she had no father around, or stemmed from a divorce.
A single-parent household meant a single individual had to shoulder a far heavier burden.
“All your hard work on a daily basis—the child sees it with her own eyes. Just as you feel distressed for the child, the child genuinely feels distressed for you as well. Otherwise, wouldn’t that make the child filial-lacking? Look at your daughter—what a wonderful child!”
Mother Han forced out a strained smile.
“I know! My Ying-ying is naturally the best. It’s just that I… it doesn’t matter what happens to me, I only want her to be a bit better. I work so hard to treat her well, proceeding with extreme caution every day for fear she might scrape herself or feel the slightest bit unhappy… I… I truly don’t know what to do anymore!”
Covering her chest with a trace of despair, Mother Han gasped.
The doctor let out a deep sigh.
“Since that’s the case, why don’t you follow her wishes for now and take proper care of yourself first?”
“Didn’t I agree moments ago? I said I would accompany her in undergoing treatment together—why is she still angry?” Mother Han looked to the doctor helplessly for guidance.
“And regarding Ying-ying’s illness… can we truly only wait for a bone marrow match?”
The doctor nodded.
“Though…” The doctor recalled Bai Cha’s situation moments ago—the wound on her hand hadn’t seemed to bleed excessively.
Although the pinprick wasn’t large, it indeed failed to match typical leukemia symptoms.
“Though we made a minor discovery just now that requires re-evaluation. Try not to panic first; you must keep your emotions stable, or else what becomes of the child?”
Mother Han nodded, whether taking the words in or not.
As the two walked back inside, Bai Cha had already been coaxed out by the nurse.
“Little girl, shall we run a new test, alright?”
Bai Cha nodded, refusing to look at Mother Han.
Mother Han hesitated, her hand instinctively extending forward, yet Bai Cha refused to look at her no matter what.
She felt near breakdown.
The doctor stepped out and returned with a tool—a tiny blade.
“It might hurt a little, so try to endure it, alright?”
The doctor made a tiny, gentle incision on Bai Cha’s finger—not large at all, the applied pressure controlled just right so it didn’t hurt much.
Mainly because her body was already throbbing with immense pain to begin with.
Fresh, bright red blood oozed from her finger instantly.
Catching sight of this, Mother Han instinctively wanted to step forward, yet recalling her daughter’s earlier attitude, she checked her footsteps forcefully.
The doctor observed closely for a brief while.
As time elapsed, by rights the wound should have bled continuously—after all, judging by the test results, her platelet count was indeed exceedingly low, reaching a level requiring medicinal assistance.
Yet in reality, her wound refrained from bleeding that heavily, recovering roughly half a times slower than an ordinary person, yet indeed steadily clotting the blood.
Looking thoughtful, the doctor casually picked up a Band-Aid to wrap it for her, leaving the previously prepared blood-clotting medication unused.
“Her… her condition appears somewhat better than leukemia. How strange—this might not necessarily be leukemia after all. Let’s observe her for a couple of days first; if her blood clotting indeed presents zero issues and her other bodily functions bear no major problems, you need not worry so much for the time being.”
Mother Han froze for a long while before processing the words.
“Really? Then… will she get better?”
“It might require further study. Don’t be anxious—let’s observe for two days first.”
The doctor dared not offer absolute guarantees; who knew whether an issue like this might take a turn for the worse?
Mother Han nodded, wiping her tears with a touch of delight.
She looked toward Bai Cha, yet Bai Cha turned her head away to the side. Her body went rigid, standing there rendered utterly helpless once more.
Because of the discovery that Bai Cha’s condition was unique, the medications previously prepared were temporarily held off, leaving her simply to lie down and rest.
Silence descended upon the ward room.
Bai Cha tilted her head toward the window, her face void of any expression.
Mother Han approached her with extreme caution in the end, offering a pleading, coaxing smile.
“Ying-ying, are you hungry? Should Mom go buy you something to eat, alright? Is there anything you’d like to eat?”
Her voice turned gentle and affectionate once more.
Bai Cha turned her eyes onto her at long last.
Her gaze remained filled with gentle, sorrowful pity, looking straight into Mother Han’s eyes this time.
That kind of divine pity—as if a deity were looking down upon the mortal realm—appeared on the face of a young child, yet felt strangely devoid of any discordance.
The smile on Mother Han’s face froze almost instantaneously, her body locking up completely, daring not make a single move.
After a long while, a thread of fear surfaced in her voice as she spoke with a tremble.
“Ying-ying, why are you looking at Mom like that? Please don’t look at Mom like that, alright? Mom is scared.”
