"How much more is needed?"
Xiao Yi had long heard about many hospitals turning a blind eye to dying patients, but he never thought he would experience it himself. A mix of indescribable anger and sorrow suddenly surged in his heart, and after a while, he managed to suppress the urge to explode. He lifted his head and looked coldly at the nurse in front of him.
"Sir, I really have no choice. This is the hospital's policy, and I'm just responsible for collecting the money."
For some reason, the nurse in charge of collecting the money felt an involuntary sense of fear when she met the gaze of Xiao Yi, a lanky young man of her own age, and subconsciously shrank back, murmuring her defense.
"I'm asking you, how much more money is needed."
Xiao Yi took a deep breath.
"Including the emergency surgery fee, the total prepayment required is thirteen thousand yuan, and he only brought two thousand one hundred yuan."
