“I think ordinary dialysis is best. CRRT is too expensive!" The older woman had asked about the CRRT price tag. They charged by the hour

Evander needed to be on it at least 24 hours. She just didn't want to spend that kind of money on her husband. What was more, she believed that the doctors were exaggerating. That they were making up diseases to con her into spending more money.

Sheffield threw up his hands.

"Then, fine. Put the patient on dialysis.

Ready him to be moved, please." Just as Sheffield was about to arrange everything, Evelyn came over and said to him, “Wait a minute!"

The ward went quiet. The doctors and nurses who had recognized Evelyn looked at each other in shock, wondering why she was in the hospital.

Evander was thrilled to see Evelyn. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He tried to express his feelings with his hands, waving them around, and forming them into letters. Evelyn could see the joy in his face.

Evelyn stood at the end of the bed, smiling at Evander, and then she turned to Sheffield.

"Get him on CRRT. You and I both know he needs it.

And put him on the waiting list for a new kidney. When he gets better, he can change to ordinary dialysis.”

“You're right," Sheffield replied after a pause. He turned and asked a nurse to get a room ready for CRRT.

Nova was so anxious that she grabbed the nurse by the arm. She yelled,

"Oh, no! We don't want CRRT. It's too expensive. We don't have the money for that! Don't Listen to her!"

Evelyn cast a sidelong glance at her and told Tayson, "Go to the registrar and tell them to put it all on my tab."

Hearing this, Nova shut up. She knew Evelyn was rich. Feeling embarrassed, she walked back into the room and remained silent.

“Yes, Miss Evelyn." Tayson left to do as he was told.

Sheffield Led the doctors and nurses out of the ward. Before he left, he told Evelyn quietly, “I'll be in my office. I need to finish up some paperwork and write a prescription."

Evelyn nodded.

Now there were only three people left in the ward, and the place was much quieter. Evelyn walked up to Evander and looked at the middle-aged man. The excessive water accumulation swelled his limbs and caused other problems.

“Uncle Evander, why didn't you tell your family you were sick?" she sighed, feeling sorry for the man.

Evander shook his head with a smile. Evelyn didn't know what he wanted to say. He made unintelligible sounds, occasionally grabbing Evelyn's hand and gesturing. After a long while, he finally realized that he couldn't speak. So he took out his phone and typed on it.

“Don't spend any more money on me, kiddo. I'm really sick. I'm used to it.”

Evelyn shook her head.

“Listen to the doctors, Evander. Take care of yourself and you should live past eighty."

Evander typed again.