Song Jisheng trudged with heavy steps, opened the door, and entered the room. Seeing his father's hopeful eyes, he hung his head.
Uncle Song knew there was no other way and the only option left was Hua Creation Private Hospital.
He silently stood up, returned to his room, and took out a property deed from a briefcase.
Seeing the bright red property deed laid before him, Song Jisheng knew his father had made a decision.
"No matter how small our house is, it's still in the Magic Capital. The price is probably around five to six million yuan. We might be under pressure to sell it quickly at a lower price, but it doesn't matter now as long as we can cover your mother's medical expenses. To dad, these are just worldly possessions. As long as our family is safe and sound, that's more important than anything."
