The shrill screech of brakes tore through the night!
Wen Mian’s last sensation was the agony of being hit by a speeding truck, and banknotes fluttering through the air. They were the 200,000 yuan she had just withdrawn for her younger brother’s life-saving surgery.
What a damn joke. She’d been poor her whole life, and only got to touch a thick stack of cash just before she died.
When she opened her eyes again,
the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. Above her was a dazzling crystal chandelier, and around her, a pristine VIP hospital room.
“Miss Wen, you’re finally awake?”
