The smell of disinfectant in the hospital corridor was so strong that it seemed to corrode people's hopes.
Su Nianjin held the thin reminder sheet, her fingertips were cold.
Each "0" in the numbers above was like a black hole, swallowing up her strength.
Ten million.
This number was like a mountain, weighing on her heart.
The doctor's tired and sympathetic words were still echoing in his ears: "Miss Su, we have tried our best, but your mother and brother's illness... The subsequent treatment costs are a bottomless pit. This is just the first payment."
The family's savings have long been exhausted, and relatives and friends have borrowed everything they could.
