NovelXXXChapter 568 "From here on out, make sure to take your meds as scheduled and get plenty of rest. If all goes well, you should be ready to leave the hospital in about two weeks." Hilda looked surprised. "Two weeks?" "That's right." Citrine glanced up at Hilda, sensing her hesitation.
Assuming Hilda thought the hospital stay was too long, Citrine hesitated before adding, "After all, you just had surgery-proper recovery is important. But if you're worried about getting bored while you're here, I've got sbooks you can borrow." Hilda rushed to explain, "No, it's not that... I'm not bored at all." In fact, she felt the exact opposite. She thought recovering from surgery would mean a two- or three-month stay, not just two weeks. Two weeks felt far too short -hardly enough tto spend with her daughter.
Hilda almost wished the surgery had been more complicated, just so she could stay longer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat night, Citrine found an empty lounge to rest in.
On a whim, she opened her livestreamagain.
As soon as theloaded, she noticed a notification: 99+ new messages. She clicked through and saw she'd gained nearly a hundred followers, and her inbox was full of private messages.
Citrine tapped a few at random: "When are you streaming again? I'm waiting!" "You must be skind of miracle worker! When's your next stream? I want to send you a gift." "Please go live soon! Can't wait!" She smiled at the messages, then decided to start her livestream. Unlike last time, when hardly anyone tuned in, as soon as she went live, viewers flooded into the chat.
"You're finally back!" someone wrote.
"Thank you! I did exactly what you said-brought down their fever, gave them the meds, and then went to Crestwood Medical Center to buy what you recommended. After they took it, everyone got so much better!" Citrine smiled when she saw the comment. "I'm glad to hear that. Make sure they get plenty of rest for the next few days." She paused, then added, "And remember, if your grandparents have chronic health conditions, keep a close eye on them." A young boy replied, "Thank you! I will." Meanwhile, in a small house on the outskirts of Crestwood, the boy's family was gathered around him, watching Citrine's livestream on his phone. They couldn't help but feel a deep gratitude for the young woman on the screen.
If not for her advice, they might not have made it through the flu outbreak. With the local medical unable to get an appointmeemet center overwhelmed, they'd been without her, they might not have survived. She had saved their lives.
The boy's mother gently took the phone and typed, "Hello, I'm his mom. Thank you for saving our family. We will never forget what you did for us." After sending the message, she immediately topped up her account and sent Citrine a donation worth several thousand dollars.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey weren't wealthy, but they wanted to repay this enormous debt of gratitude, so she sent Citrine a portion of their savings.
Back in her room, Citrine saw the mother's message, and then her screen lit up with a shower of virtual gifts.
She stared at the screen, stunned. The single gift from the boy's mother was worth more than seven thousand dollars.
Citrine was shocked. She hadn't done anything special-certainly nothing to deserve such a large reward.
She remembered her earlier
conversations with the boy; from his words, she could tell his family m tell wasn't particularly well-off. Seven thousand dollars was probably a huge amount for them. How could she possibly accept it? She frowned slightly, then spoke up. "I promised my help was free. Please don't sendgifts-I can't accept them."
Quietly, Citrine turned off the donation feature on the streaming platform, then opened the refund page and sent the entire amount back.
Because the platform had kept a portion as a transaction fee, Citrine added, "Once I end the stream, I'll transfer back the amount the platform deducted. That money is your savings-I can't take it."
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