When I rushed to the hospital, Noah had already been moved to the intensive care unit. The nurse told me Noah was stable for the time being, but we couldn't put off the surgery any longer.
The follow-up medical fees also had to be sorted out as soon as possible.
I clutched the 20,000-dollar bonus that had just landed in my account, and begged the staff at the payment window for ages.
"Can you take this for now? I swear I'll scrape together the rest somehow, even if I have to pay it back in installments for the rest of my life."
The staff member looked pained as they explained their hands were tied.
"We have to follow hospital rules for special medical supplies and follow-up treatment fees."
I was so frantic that tears started streaming down my face.
Just then, a bank card was sudden
