"It seems you don't know that Liu Ying has been begging on the streets," He Li said sarcastically. "Tsk, tsk. She's such a filial daughter, carrying all the burdens alone. Pretending to be fine in front of you, all while begging on the streets by herself."
Li Xiumei's face turned deathly pale, and her head spun so badly she nearly lost her balance. Her daughter was begging on the streets just to pay for her granddaughter's treatment? Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. As a mother, her heart ached for her daughter so intensely it felt as if it were being stabbed with a knife.
"You old bitch, I don't think the little bastard has much time left. You might as well discharge her," Huang Deping said viciously as he walked to the hospital bed and pinched three-year-old Huang Xiao's little face. "You already owe the hospital over thirty thousand. Continuing her treatment will bankrupt you. It's better to let the little bastard die and get it over with."
