Department of Hematology, Hospital A, third floor, 3:47 pm.
I stood in front of the payment window, sweating from the payment slip in my hand. 350,000, Not 35,000, but 350,000. I turned the list over and over again, as if looking at the number a few more times would save me two zeros.
"Mr. Chen, your sister's account has been in arrears for a week." The toll collector said with professional indifference in his voice, "If you don't pay again, we will have no choice but to stop the medicine."
I opened my mouth and wanted to say "give me three more days", but my throat seemed to be blocked.
Three days? Where can I get 350,000 in three days? I ran takeout for three months, 16 hours a day, and only got a little over 10,000 yuan. Three hundred and fifty thousand is enough for me to run for three years.
