After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 160 - 138: Driven into a Corner

Chapter 160: Chapter 138: Driven into a Corner

Xu Yiran noticed the change in the woman’s emotions.

Tang Xi gently sighed, bit her lip, and then shared little Mimi’s situation with Xu Yiran.

She initially did not want to bother him.

But at this moment, Tang Xi had no other options.

Seeing little Mimi tormented by illness, and herself... powerless to help.

Xu Yiran furrowed his brow, realizing the gravity of the situation. As an emergency doctor, he naturally knew what the girl was facing. The man pushed up his glasses, "Have you checked the transplant registry?"

"I asked there, and even registered at the donation center... I’m afraid little Mimi can’t wait that long... but I can’t give up the baby in my womb..."

At this moment, Tang Xi was wearing a loose homewear pyjama, sitting on the couch, her protruding belly barely visible. Her hand gently rested on her belly, feeling the movements of the fetus.

Xu Yiran looked at her, "This is not your fault, don’t blame yourself. Even if you had the baby today, your body would still need to recover before it meets the donation criteria. Donors need to be healthy and meet all the physical requirements. I will figure something out, you should rest at home today."

Tang Xi shook her head.

The woman was somewhat obstinate.

"I want to go to the hospital to be with little Mimi."

Xu Yiran looked into her cold eyes, seeing determination within, and nodded.

In the morning, Xu Yiran drove Tang Xi to the donation center. He is ultimately the young master of the Xu Family, although he has temporarily left the family and resigned, mentioning his name still holds sway, and Xu Yiran used one of his connections, but the staff at the donation center said that currently, there was no suitable match.

Once a match that succeeds with little Mimi is found, they would immediately contact Tang Xi.

Tang Xi returned to the hospital, where Liang Yuezhen had been watching outside the ward. Seeing Tang Xi, Liang Yuezhen’s eyes reddened, filled with resentment.

Ever since Tang Xi could remember, Liang Yuezhen had been working in the orphanage alongside Tang Jingyun.

Until now, she always regarded Liang Yuezhen as an elder.

At this moment, facing Liang Yuezhen’s resentful gaze, Tang Xi’s breath caught, and she whispered, "Auntie Liang."

"Don’t call me that anymore, from now on let’s pretend we don’t know each other! I’m not worthy of you." Liang Yuezhen’s words were pointed and full of thorns.

Tang Xi didn’t take it to heart; she visited the doctor’s office to understand little Mimi’s current condition, "Doctor, no matter the cost, we must save her." She would not give up on little Mimi, even if there’s a sliver of hope.

Beyond the difficult wait for a transplant match, the high costs also presented a headache.

Being in this ICU, just a few days had already used up over a hundred thousand.

Tang Xi hadn’t been idle these past few days; she originally had some savings, enough for her to go to a small city, give birth, and let her child have a life thereafter. But now, with little Mimi’s condition, Tang Xi had no choice but to use the money for little Mimi’s treatment.

She is now almost eight months pregnant, making it very difficult to find a job.

Driven to a corner, Tang Xi approached Xu Jie, whom she knew from a previous part-time job.

Xu Jie initially didn’t want to arrange a part-time job for her, but couldn’t withstand Tang Xi’s pleading. Xu Jie sighed, "Look at you, your mother’s illness just got better not long ago, and now another child is sick... This is leukemia, tough to cure, and the child isn’t even yours, just a friend’s kid, why burden yourself so much."

Tang Xi just gave a bitter smile.

True, little Mimi had no blood relation to her, but Tang Xi had watched her grow up, hearing her call herself ’sister,’ she couldn’t erase her conscience.

This is a life, little Mimi, still so young...

"Thank you, Sister Xu."

"Fine, but look at you now, who would want to assign you work? What you can do is limited to handing out flyers and cleaning up amusement parks. It’s low-paid, but I’m taking a risk offering this to you. Just look at you, heavily pregnant. If anything happens..."

"Sister Xu, don’t worry, I’ll be careful." Tang Xi was truly grateful for Sister Xu’s help.

Sister Xu, feeling sympathy for Tang Xi, didn’t take a cut. Tang Xi was part-time here, distributing flyers and picking up trash left by visitors, making a bit over a hundred yuan a day.

In the afternoon, Tang Xi changed out of the thick costume. Wearing it in winter wasn’t as hot as in summer, but it was stifling.

She leaned against the changing room wall, gasping for breath.

Clutching the hundred yuan Sister Xu had given her today, the woman slightly lowered her gaze.

She clenched her fingers, the paper bill slowly crumpling in the palm of her hand.

Late in the evening, Tang Xi made a trip to the orphanage.

This was the last bus trip to the orphanage.

Tang Xi stayed at the orphanage tonight.

Tang Jingyun was in the yard, tying together collected plastic bottles with a thin rope. Tang Xi approached and saw Tang Jingyun—already emaciated from illness—looking weary, her hair much grayer.

"Mom Tang, let me do it."

"You’re pregnant, I’ve almost finished here, I already called the scrap collector, and they’ll be by soon to pick it up."

As she spoke, the sound of a car horn came from outside.

With faltering steps, Tang Jingyun walked to the door, "They’re here."

Tang Xi stood in the yard, listening to the wind and to Tang Jingyun’s trembling, feeble bargaining with the person outside, complaining that the price was too low.

The response came in a distinct accent.

"This is the market rate, and I came all the way to your door. Take this price or leave it."

Finally, Tang Jingyun turned around.

The evening breeze tousled her hair.

Already suffering from hair loss due to her illness, Tang Jingyun usually wore a hat outside, but not at home. She was clearly very thin, yet her face was terribly swollen, her lips dry. Looking at Tang Xi, she managed a weak smile, "It’s alright, come on in, it’s windy out here."

Tang Xi saw that Tang Jingyun had only gotten twenty yuan.

Her throat tightened painfully.

What can twenty yuan do? Tang Jingyun ventured out each morning to search through garbage bins on the streets for plastic bottles and waste paper, only to sell such a small amount after several days.

Eight months pregnant, wearing a costume weighing over a dozen kilos, distributing flyers, handing out candies and balloons to kids, and picking up trash casually thrown by visitors in the amusement park, she earned merely a hundred yuan a day.

Only the poor, only those driven to desperation know how hard it is to earn money.

Faced with hefty surgery fees, knowing that ten or twenty yuan is like a drop in the ocean, utterly useless but... you can’t just do nothing.

Tang Jingyun patted Tang Xi’s hand, "Have you eaten? There’s chicken soup in the kitchen, I’ll get you some, and there’s a bowl left for Shiyue; he has a night class and won’t be back until after ten."

When Shiyue finally returned after ten.

Seeing Tang Xi there too, the youth’s face brightened with a refreshing, handsome smile, "Sis, you’re here too. Are you staying overnight?"