Although Zhao Lianmai's salary was less than ten thousand, which was already quite high, a small surgery at the hospital could easily deplete it.
Xu Musen looked at the pale-faced middle-aged woman and the little girl lying beside the bed. This scene was reminiscent of a day years ago when they waited at the hospital.
After several glances, Xu Musen silently turned around and left.
...
At the hospital payment counter.
Zhao Lianmai looked at the bill, quietly took out an old wallet wrapped tightly from her pocket, which barely had any money left, and counted it over and over again.
In the end, she took out almost all of her money and handed it over to the staff.
The nurse recognized Zhao Lianmai, counted the money, and said, "This amount of money will only cover hospital observation, and some medicines can't be provided to you. Your mother needs surgery as soon as possible, and at least the special medicine must be continued."
The nurse, also feeling pity, could only sigh.
