After My Rich Parents Pretended to Be Poor and Refused to Pay for My Treatment, They Regretted It Too Late

After the hospital sent me five critical-condition notices in a row on New Year's Eve, my parents cried and apologized. They said they couldn't afford to treat me and had no way to help, then left me alone in a shabby clinic, telling me to endure the unbearable pain.

I didn't want to be a burden to them anymore. In despair, I tried to kill myself and was taken to the hospital, where I ran into my parents fussing over another girl.

She had booked the hospital's million-yuan-a-night SVIP suite. She slept on a Simmons hospital bed beneath a silk quilt, with a private attendant watching over her around the clock for tens of thousands of yuan per hour.

They had even brought in a world-class medical team worth a hundred million yuan just to treat her little cold.

Meanwhile, as I lay in agony on a cold metal bed, they refused to pay even a few hundred yuan for my painkillers.

My mother held food to the girl's lips, speaking to her with the utmost tenderness. “Baozhu, you're the only child we acknowledge.”

“Even if it's just a little cold, we don't want you to suffer at all.”

The girl in the room hugged a limited-edition plush toy and looked at me tauntingly. She mouthed silently, “An orphan like you thinks you can compete with me?”