After My Rich Parents Pretended to Be Poor and Refused to Pay for My Treatment, I Regretted It.

On New Year's Eve, the hospital sent me five critical illness notices in a row. My parents cried and said to me that they were sorry. They had no ability or money to treat me, so they left me in unbearable pain alone in a simple clinic and asked me to endure it. I didn't want to drag them down, so I committed suicide in despair and was sent to the hospital, but I saw my parents guarding another girl and coaxing her. She booked the hospital's million-per-night SVIP suite, slept on a Simmons hospital bed, cuddled up with a silk quilt, and had a dedicated person paying tens of thousands of dollars an hour to accompany her. A top medical team worth 100 million was specially invited just to treat her with a minor cold. And when I was sleeping on a cold iron frame bed and was in terrible pain, they refused to pay for a mere few hundred yuan of painkillers. The mother put food to her mouth and spoke to her in an extremely gentle tone: "Baozhu, you are the only child we recognize." "Even if it's just a minor cold, we don't want you to suffer at all." At this time, she in the room hugged the limited edition doll and looked at me provocatively, and said silently: "You are an orphan, and you are worthy of snatching it from me."