Mrs. Zhao's surgery also requires a large sum of money. The Zhao family basically has no savings, let alone the fact that her adoptive father likes to gamble.
Zhao Anqi borrowed money from friends and family overnight but didn't manage to gather much.
When Ada arrived, she was sitting on the bench outside the ward, hugging her legs with her head buried between them.
Her already thin figure appeared even more frail.
Ada was basically familiar with her situation. Looking at her like this, it truly made one's heart ache.
"How did your mother's surgery go?"
Ada asked as she stood before her. She slowly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes looked utterly exhausted, "It's done. She hasn't woken up yet. The doctor says there's still an observation period."
Her voice was hoarse as well, "Sorry, Sister Ada, I was gathering the surgery fee last night, so I didn't go back."
"Did you manage to gather enough for the surgery?"
Zhao Anqi shook her head.
