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Ji Zhiyao thanked the doctor and hurriedly took the bill to go to the reception to pay.

When he came back, Ji Qingge was already on a drip and had fallen asleep.

Ji Zhiyao took a seat and silently watched her for a while. Then he walked out of the ward, to the corridor to make a call.

His mother's phone was switched off, probably because she was in surgery. He could only get through to his father's phone, the calling tone rang for ten seconds before the call was picked up. "Zhiyao, is anything wrong?"

Ji Zhiyao stood in the corner, his eyes on the ground. "Dad, Qingge is ill, she's at the second level of the hospital on a drip. Come down and take a look when you have time."

"Ill? What illness? Is it serious?" His father asked several questions, then said, "I have a surgery in 10 minutes, help us to take of your sister for a while. If you don't have enough money let me know, I'll transfer money to you."