Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After that, Zhuang Nainai had been staying by her mother’s side.
In the general ward, she held Mother Zhuang’s hand tightly without moving. Her sight was fixated on her every single second.
One could only understand the fear of loss after experiencing it.
At that time, the fear she was feeling even surpassed the anger she felt towards the culprit.
In the event of intracerebral hemorrhage, the lucky ones would experience concussion, but the unlucky ones…
She thought about the question she searched on Baidu using her phone. It said that the unlucky ones might very well not be able to wake up and fall into vegetative states for the rest of their lives.
Looking at Mother Zhuang, who was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, she prayed fervently: Mother, please open your eyes and look at me, look at your Nainai…
As if she heard her prayers, on the evening of the following day, Mother Zhuang’s eyelashes trembled and she finally woke up.
At that moment, Zhuang Nainai cried tears of joy and hugged her instantly. “Mother, it’s such a relief that you woke up. Mother…”
Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but her joy was shattered by the words of Mother Zhuang.
Mother Zhuang was very calm as she looked at her lifelessly. After a while, she asked, “Who are you?”
Zhuang Nainai was stunned. She rushed out to call the doctor.
After seeing these doctors, Mother Zhuang was so taken aback, her entire body was shaking.
All the neurosurgeons of Shougang Hospital were summoned. Everyone diagnosed Mother Zhuang and concluded that the blood clot was constricting her nerves and the only solution right now was to carry out the craniotomy.
However…
The costs of one day of hospitalization, as well as the emergency surgery fee, were enough to spend all the money Mother Zhuang had saved for her university education. But, the craniotomy cost $300,000!
$300,000!!
Where was she supposed to get that sum of money as a freshly graduated high-schooler?
The hospital was not a charity organization, and her mother’s life would not be at stake even if she did not undergo the craniotomy as of now. Hence, if Zhuang Nainai could not get the $300,000, these people would not let her mother undergo the operation.
That was the first time in Zhuang Nainai’s life when she realized the importance of money, the first time where she felt the frustrations of life.
After the doctors told her their conclusion, they started to leave one after another, leaving her alone with her sedated mother in the ward.
With her eyes shut, she seemed to be asleep. Her face still looked benevolent.
As Zhuang Nainai looked at her, huge droplets of tears rolled down her cheeks.
She did not know whom to turn to for help. In this world, she and Mother Zhuang had only ever relied on each other. They did not have any other family.
Biting her lips, she picked up her phone and called Si Zhengting again.
She knew that borrowing money from Si Zhengting was abrupt and unreasonable.
They were high-schoolers, and the sum she was going to ask for was not small.
But she really had no other alternatives.
Even the deed of selling her body to pay debts as described in melodramatic novels was not an alternative.
Suppressing her emotions, Zhuang Nainai dialed his number, but no one answered the call even after a few rings.
Where exactly did Si Zhengting go?
Why couldn’t she find him even after two consecutive days?
Could it be that he was still ignoring her because of their fight?
While Zhuang Nainai was pacing back and forth anxiously at the hospital’s corridor, she received a call from the police saying that the culprit had been found!
Zhuang Nainai rushed to the police station. She was going to ask the other party to pay for her mother’s medical bills!
The culprit was a bus driver. With legs crossed, he sat in the police station peacefully. When he saw Zhuang Nainai walking over, he even grinned at her.