"Lin Fan, your mother's surgery fee must be paid in full by next Monday at the latest. It's 300,000 yuan, not a penny less."
On the other end of the phone, the attending doctor's cold voice was like a knife, stabbing into Lin Fan's heart.
"Doctor, I know, I... I am trying to think of a way, can you see if you can..."
"There's nothing we can't do. The hospital has regulations and there's nothing we can do about it."
Toot toot…
Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Lin Fan's knuckles turned white while holding the phone. He leaned weakly against the mottled wall of the rental house, his eyes sore.
Three hundred thousand.
For him, a poor student who had just graduated and had not yet found a job, this was simply an astronomical figure.
I borrowed everything I could from my relatives and friends, and scraped here and there to get less than 30,000 yuan. Where can I get the remaining 270,000 yuan? You can't even get that much money by selling blood.
Do I really have to watch my mother helplessly...
Lin Fan didn't dare to think about it any more, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He irritably opened his old mobile phone with a broken screen like a spider web, trying to see if there were any daily jobs on the recruitment software that he could do to make a little money.
But the moment he unlocked the screen, the phone screen suddenly went black, and then, an antique golden icon appeared on the phone desktop without warning.
There are three words below the icon: God-level treasure appraisal.
"Holy shit, what the hell? A virus?"
