"Does recovery really matter?" the man asked, unconcerned, "I love you just the same."
"I hate you just the same," she replied.
After hanging up the phone, Luo Qiangwei received another payment reminder message from the hospital.
She frowned and made a call, and the nurse on the other end said helplessly, "Miss Sheng, if you don't make the payment, we'll have to stop medication for some patients…"
"I'll pay as soon as possible, please don't stop the medication," Luo Qiangwei bit her lip, urgently promising, "Just two more days; give me two more days and I'll get the money."
"Alright, I'll try to hold off for you, but... I can't delay for long, after all, we have to follow procedures."
"Thank you, I appreciate your trouble."
Luo Qiangwei squatted down by the streetlight, snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, landing on her bright red scarf.
The 700,000 yuan she got from Mrs. Zhang was only enough to cover the previously outstanding medical bills.
