On the one hand, indeed, they could not afford such a large sum of money. Father Song was a taxi driver, waking early and returning home late each day, earning hard-earned money that was mostly spent on the various college expenses for his daughter, Song Yuru. Meanwhile, Mother Song only worked in an ordinary rural enterprise.
The key problem was, Father Song had not paid for health insurance!
Moreover, even if they could raise sufficient funds for the operation, the probability of immediate craniotomy being successful was incredibly low, with barely a 12% success rate!
"Director Zheng! Is... is...are there any other options?" Mother Song wailed in despair.
"Alright, I understand your situation, hurry and pay for the surgery, the sooner the better. Ideally, arrange for the craniotomy tonight." said Director Zheng, somewhat impatiently, "It's not that I don't want to find solutions. Even if you transferred to a big hospital in Beijing, or even abroad, that's all they could do."
