Arriving at the hospital, Qinghe saw the little girl lying lifelessly in bed with a pale face, a far cry from the radiant, clear-eyed girl who had spoken to her with a bright smile that day.
Qinghe took out a stack of cash from her bag and handed it over, "Hurry and get the doctor ready for the surgery."
Yuan Shaochang's trembling fingers received the money, and his mouth opened.
Qinghe interrupted him, "Let's save the person first, other matters can be discussed later."
"Yes, yes, yes," Yuan Shaochang agreed repeatedly, running off to pay the doctor. Clutching ten thousand yuan tightly in his hand, what was once merely enough for a meal at a social gathering was now the lifeline to save his daughter's life.
Seeing the money, and because Taotao couldn't wait any longer due to her condition, the doctor quickly arranged for the surgery.
