Chapter 419 Applied For Relief Grants

He frowned at the sight of Scarlett, "Didn't I tell you not to come again?"

"I come to accompany you." With the support of Tracy, Scarlett had no feelings for what Jack said to
her anymore.

She sat down and asked with a smile, "How are you feeling today?"

Jack ignored her, closed his eyes and said coldly, "Where is my phone?"

"I don't know." Scarlett tried her best to hold back her laughter and said innocently, "I haven't seen it for
a long time."

In fact, she took out the phone and gave it to Tracy.

It was the night when Jack had an accident. When she was about to lie on her arms and have a rest,
she heard her phone ringing. It was not her own phone.

She followed the ringtone to find the phone, and finally found it in Jack's bloodstained trousers pocket.

It was none other than Rachel. When she saw the number marked "Rachel" on the screen, Scarlett
was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She raised the phone several times and wanted to throw it
away, but finally she controlled herself.

However, she had other plans in her mind.

On the second day, when Tracy came to the hospital, she deliberately sneaked the phone in front of
Tracy while Jack was sleeping. She whispered, "Aunt, there was a call yesterday to look for Jack. I was
afraid it was his private phone, so I didn't answer it."

"Who called him?"



"Rachel."

When she finished these words, she clearly noticed that Tracy's face changed again and again. At that
moment, Scarlett knew that she was right.

Tracy took the phone and looked at it for a while. Then she said expressionlessly in a low voice, "I've
put it away. If Jack asks you in the future, you can tell him that you don't know."

Regaining her composure, Scarlett deliberately lowered her head and took out her phone from her bag
and handed it to Jack. She said thoughtfully, "If you want to make a call, use my phone."

Jack kept his mouth shut and didn't respond. He felt a little depressed in his heart. Rachel must have
known that he had a car accident, but why didn't she come to the hospital to see him? Was it really
more comfortable and comfortable for her without him by her side?

Although there was no expression on his face, there were five complex feelings in his heart.

A complacent smile appeared on Scarlett's face. She seemed to be able to see her future life.

After packing up, Rachel put on her pajamas and lay on the bed. These two days, she gradually
developed a habit. Before going to bed, she picked up a fairy tale book and read it randomly.

With one hand on her belly, she could occasionally feel the little guy in her belly kicking her naughtily,
full of energy.

Of course, it was a rare feeling.

But it was also because of this that she felt very surprised about every fetal movement.

In the evening, when she just finished reading a fairy tale and was about to lie down to rest, her cell
phone rang at her hand. "Rachel, are you asleep?" Lea asked in a low voice.



She answered, "Not yet."

After a few seconds of silence, Lea said in a low voice, "Jack called Henry just now and asked him if he
knew what's going on with you."

Rachel couldn't help but sneer. It was not until today that he remembered to call her to ask about her
situation.

With Scarlett by his side, did he occasionally remember to give her a little care?

She didn't need it at all!

After a moment of silence, Rachel asked, "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"No, but why are you hiding from him?"

With a bitter smile on her lips, Rachel said, "I'm not hiding from him. I just don't want to have anything
to do with him."

After hanging up the phone, the sleepiness that she had gathered had already dissipated.

Since they could foresee that the two would end up separated in the future, why did they have to get
involved now?

Besides, he already had Scarlett by his side. There was no need for her to step in?

She was still as unyielding as before and would not change for anything. Besides, Tracy should be very
satisfied with Scarlett.

At the gate of the hospital, she saw the two of them walking hand in hand, talking and laughing. They
looked like a mother and daughter. Although she grew up in the Fu family, she had always been polite
to Tracy and had never been so intimate with her.



In a trance, Rachel didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but her biological clock woke her up from
her dream. She stepped into the office and saw a large pile of documents on the desk.

She walked up and looked through the medical records of the same patient.

At this time, a colleague came over, holding a tea cup in both hands, and explained, "Rachel, these are
all brought here by the superior after you got off work yesterday. These are the information and medical
records of a patient. Now he wants to apply for the grant in the hospital, you can know the situation."

"Okay."

The grant in the hospital was specially established by Executive ten years ago. His purpose was to give
some financial help to the patients with financial difficulties in the hospital. Of course, this help could
not be applied for casually. It must be reviewed by many layers, and the final review was in their
executive department.

Since Rachel had never been to this job, she sat down and looked through the medical records
carefully.

The patient was only thirty-five years old, but because of a car accident ten years ago, her spine was
broken. From then on, she could only rest in bed, and she was diagnosed with liver cancer not long
before.

"This patient is really pitiful. It is said that she was just one month pregnant when the car accident
happened. She stayed at home for a long time and planned to take a walk in the park. However, when
she crossed the road, she was hit by a truck and flew away." The colleague came in again and sighed.

Raising her head, Rachel smiled and said, "You are well-informed."



"Of course." The colleague raised her chin and said, "A nurse in the Department of Orthopedics
happened to rent an apartment with me. I heard it from her."

With a faint smile, Rachel lowered her head and continued to look through the medical records. Her
colleague also stood up and said, "I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to work."

She nodded without any distraction.

It took Rachel a whole morning to finish reading the medical records of ten years. That afternoon, she
went to the ward and continued the second step. She personally checked the patient and asked her
husband for the specific situation.

The ward was very lively. There were three or four people standing beside a bed, two of whom were a
little older. They must be the patient's mother and mother-in-law, and a little boy about ten years old
was holding a painting in his hand and raising it above his head as if it was a treasure. There was also
a man standing beside him. He reached out and touched the boy's head, with a faint trace of sadness
in his eyesInjury.

Rachel knocked on the door, walked in and introduced, "I'm from the hospital's executive department."

The people who were talking stopped and turned to look at Rachel. Their eyes were full of doubts.

One of the aunts with dark red curly hair asked politely, "Do you have something to come here?"

"Mom, she came to talk to me about something." The man patted her on the shoulder and then turned
his head to look at Rachel. His eyes flashed. He quickly walked up and lowered his voice, "My wife
doesn't know. Can we have a talk outside?"

"Okay." Then Rachel followed the man to an open space in the corridor. Before she opened her mouth,
the man had lit a cigarette and said in a low voice, "I didn't tell my wife about the application."



His face became very serious. He said in a low voice, "I'm Jodie Zhang's husband, Jimmy Yang. If my
business hadn't failed all of a sudden, I wouldn't have applied for help."

When she smelled the pungent smoke, Rachel coughed in a low voice. The man looked at her bulging
belly and immediately reacted. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it two times with
his toes. "Sorry, I didn't realize it just now."

"Nothing."

Rachel opened the notebook in her hand and read about them carefully. Then she introduced some of
the requirements of the relief grand he applied for.

When she was busy, she always felt that time passed very fast. Unconsciously, nearly an hour had
passed.

Then, Rachel went back to her office and recorded the information she had learned on the computer in
detail. But it had to be said that only at this time would Rachel focus on her work and stop thinking
about anything related to Jack.

At night, she slept much better than before.

Julie was relieved to see that Rachel looked much better than before.

On this day, when Rachel arrived at her office, she saw Jimmy Yang sitting on the chair in front of his
desk. His eyes were bloodshot. Seeing him like this, her heart skipped a beat.

Rachel asked: "Mr. Jimmy, what can I do for you?"

Jimmy Yang stood up and said in a somewhat old-fashioned voice, "I want to tell you that my wife died
at 10 p.m. last night, so I came to withdraw the application."



Rachel frowned her eyebrows tightly, showing a trace of sadness.

She still remembered that when she went to the ward yesterday, Jodie Zhang was lying on the bed with
a pale smile and praised her son's painting.

She had been a doctor for such a long time. Although she knew it was normal for patients at the
advanced stage of cancer, she still felt a little sad.

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry to hear that. In fact, Mr. Jimmy, you don't need to inform
me specially. The hospital will handle it."

Jimmy Yang said, "I'm sorry that you have wasted time on us these days."

"Nothing." Rachel hung her bag on the hook. Seeing that Jimmy Yang was standing aside and wanted
to say something but stopped on a second thought, she asked, "Mr. Jimmy, what else can I do for
you?"


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