At twelve o'clock in the evening, the corridor of the tertiary hospital in the city center was as cold as an ice cellar.
The pale light stretched Su Wanqing's lonely figure. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and despair, which penetrated into her nasal cavity and made her vomit.
She was holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand. The critical illness notice that had just been printed out and still had the residual heat of the printer was like a red-hot iron, burning her finger bones.
"Ms. Su, your father's condition is very dangerous. The intracranial bleeding is compressing the nerves and requires immediate surgery."
After the payment window, the nurse's cold voice was emotionless, as if she was reading a verdict that had nothing to do with her, "The operation fee plus the ICU fee in the later period will cost at least 280,000. This is the deadline. If the fee is not paid before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, we can only stop the medicine."
Discontinue medication.
These two words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Su Wanqing's heart hard.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the dazzling number on the mobile banking APP—37,208 yuan.
This was all the savings she had saved through five years of working and living frugally.
But in this gold-swallowing city, in the face of the huge disease, this amount of money is as small as a joke.
The light from the mobile phone screen reflected on her face, and her face, which had always been delicate and bright, was now only pale and tired.
