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In the hospital, the smell of Lysol mixed with various medicines came to the nostrils, and the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, accompanied by panic on the face.

When I walked to the inpatient department, it was even more quiet, even silent, and even the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard.

Look at everyone lying on the bed in the ward, their faces are full of sadness, either in pain and suffering, or even weak and unable to speak, even the accompanying family members have no sense of relaxation on their faces.

This is the hospital, the place where lives are saved, and where the most deaths are. Every day, countless newborns are born here, and countless lives are wiped out here.

In the attending doctor's office, "Doctor, how is my mother's health? Is it possible for her to recover? Can you tell me more about it?" The voice was extremely anxious, and the owner of the voice did not seem loud. The appearance of early.

The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, tapped the table in front of him a few times, and said, "Actually, your mother's illness is nothing more than surgery and chemotherapy."

"I know this. Is it possible to cure it? Will it relapse after it is cured?" the young man asked anxiously.

"Well..." The doctor paused for a moment, and then said: "However, your mother's physical condition is very poor, and she may not be able to withstand surgery and chemotherapy. And as for whether it can be completely cured, I can't guarantee it to you. The breast cancer is advanced and has spread to other parts of the body..."

Ten minutes later, the young man walked out of the office in a daze, and what the doctor said just now echoed in his ears.

He said: "Don't say that your mother's current situation is so pessimistic. Even if it is cured, the chance of breast cancer recurrence is very high. And it is difficult for you to afford the huge medical expenses at your current economic level. With this time and money , it’s better to accompany your mother well. And now that the bed is vacant, why not give it to someone in need?”

The doctor's words mean nothing more than: You have no money, don't treat it.You can't live, don't occupy the latrine and don't shit, go home and wait for death.

The young man leaned against the wall, slowly slid to the ground, and then hugged his head with his hands, his face full of pain.

Before the young man recovered from the doctor's words, a nurse came over and asked, "Excuse me, are you Huang Huicui's family?"

Hearing his mother's name, the young man quickly stood up, quickly wiped his face with his hands, then looked at the little nurse in front of him and replied, "Yes, I am his son."

"Well, Dr. Li said that your mother can be discharged from the hospital today. Please go through the discharge procedures today and make the bed available before two o'clock in the afternoon..."

The young man didn't listen to what the little nurse said later, he just knew that his mother was completely abandoned by the hospital, no matter how much he begged, it was of no avail.

While the young man was in a daze, he heard the whispers of the nurses passing by.

"Wealthy people are different. A small cold requires a lot of people to be hospitalized. It's still a VIP ward. There are already vacant beds in the hospital."

"Don't say that. If someone has money, spend it for yourself. There is nothing wrong with saving your life."

"Then there are so many patients who need to be hospitalized now, and they still..."

"So what, not everyone can afford a VIP. Even if he can't, can ordinary people afford it?"

Hearing these words, the young man looked up to the end of the corridor, only to see an old man over sixty years old walked into the VIP ward with the support of everyone.

Obviously her hair is pale and her face is wrinkled, but the aura of wealth and nobility on her body can't be concealed no matter what.

Compared with this old man, his mother, who is only over half a hundred years old, is extremely old and ravaged by the years.

The young man suddenly smiled ironically and murmured, "It's good to be rich."

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This side is actually relatively slow. There are three volumes in total, which are the hell on earth and hell. It will be more interesting to read the latter part!