In the municipal hospital late at night, the pale lights in the ICU corridor were like a dull knife cutting into people's nerves.
Jiang Zhixia sat against the wall, her back pressed against the cold tiles, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the tiger's mouth - this was her old habit of controlling her emotions.
Three minutes ago, the attending doctor just walked out of the ward. His voice was as cold as a scalpel: "Mr. Jiang needs a second craniotomy and drainage, which costs 800,000. Including the initial arrears, the current total amount is 3,126,000."
She didn't move, and didn't ask if it could be divided into installments.
Because she knows the answer.
The phone screen lights up and goes off, filled with debt collection text messages.
The latest one reads: "If you don't pay back the money, your father will be taken away tomorrow."
Bank card balance: 2873.41 Yuan.
Prepayment deadline before surgery: 48 hours.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and the ward door was kicked open.
Three tattooed men broke in. The leader, A Biao, had a sinister face and a stack of bright red reminders in his hand.
He walked up to Jiang Zhixia, smiled evilly, raised his hand and smashed it - the paper hit her face like snowflakes.
