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At eleven o'clock in the night, the hospital corridor was still lit with dazzling incandescent lights. Xu Zhiyi stood in front of the payment window, holding the thin list in her hand, her fingertips turning white from the edge of the paper. The nurse on duty inside the window had a gentle tone, but still repeated the words she least wanted to hear. "Ms. Xu, your mother's follow-up surgery needs to be arranged as soon as possible. It is best to pay the cost in the past two days, otherwise the director will not be able to arrange it for you."