"Aye, I understand how you feel." The doctor looked troubled. "I want to admit her to let her receive treatment as well, but we have hard rules in the hospital. I can't give treatment if we don't receive a deposit. There's nothing I can do about it."
A deposit was required in order to be admitted to the hospital. Especially for people like Deng Jiayun, who was on the verge of dying. The cost would be very high. If a deposit was not paid, it would be hard to collect the final amount later on.
"What to do, what can I do!?" Deng Jiayun's father knew that it was a rule, but he was anxious about his daughter.
A man in his fifties, kneeling on the ground and wailing. Deng Jiayun's mother had fainted from crying and was lying beside, refusing to get up.
Dan Jingrou could identify with their pain. She took out her wallet and said, "Doctor, how much is the deposit. I'll pay for them…"
