The Queen of the Underworld

"Why, you still don't give up? We have told you that the 300 yuan is not enough for your sister's illness. You have to pay at least 1000 yuan as a deposit, otherwise no one will dare to treat your sister. It’s not that we’re going to die, but we have to abide by the rules of the hospital. 【 】” A middle-aged man in his 30s said with contempt on his face, and he didn’t feel that it was a human life at all, “If you have no money, don’t go there. Come from our hospital, did you just come to our hospital? Security guard, security guard, drive these two people out quickly, so as not to disrupt the normal order of the hospital..."

"Bao..." The doctor was still shouting, Zhuang Mengdie threw the 1000 yuan in front of him, and said coldly: "Here is exactly 1000 yuan, treat her right away! If anything happens to her, I will I sue you for deliberately delaying the time until the patient dies."

"You are..." Although the doctor is just a small doctor, few people dare to speak to him in such a tone in the hospital. Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's cold eyes, as if piercing his heart, the doctor felt a chill all over his body, and was a little scared, so he couldn't help but swallowed back the words that had jumped to his throat.

With the money, coupled with Zhuang Mengdie's threats and intimidation, the registration procedure was quickly completed. Zhuang Mengdie took the boy to an office, and there was an old man sitting in it. The man wearing glasses took the girl's pulse, his face was heavy, and after auscultation, he looked at her eyes and said: "She is sick, a little... how about it, I will prescribe some medicine first, and take care of her." The body, after the body is healed, I will have a full-body examination before I can make a conclusion, what do you think?"

"Doctor, is my sister's illness difficult to treat?"

The old doctor nodded. Seeing the young man's tattered clothes, his lips moved, and he still said: "Young man, your sister's illness... will cost a lot of money, if you have no money..."

"Give her health first, and I will hand in the money on time." Zhuang Mengdie interrupted, her voice still cold. Seeing that it was a little girl, the old doctor couldn't help reminding: "Her illness may take a lot of money." Hundreds of thousands, can you afford it?"

"Yes, you can just treat the illness." After Zhuang Mengdie finished speaking, he said to the boy: "You stay here with your sister, and I will send the money over in two days."

After speaking, Zhuang Mengdie turned around and left.

Looking at Zhuang Mengdie's figure, the young man clenched his fists tightly, looked down at his sister, and smiled...