"Mi Yao, you were lucky this time, but no one can guarantee that you'll be able to be rescued again next time. The patient's heart has already failed, and the surgery can't be delayed any longer. You need to come up with the medical expenses quickly."
"Okay," Mi Yao nodded with tears streaming down her face, "I'll figure it out, I'll earn the money. Two million, I'll definitely get it. Doctor, please don't give up on my father, you absolutely mustn't give up. I can't lose him."
The doctor, seeing Mi Yao's pale face and her dispirited appearance, felt genuinely sorry for her. The two million was practically crushing her spirit.
He had heard she was once the daughter of the former mayor. A pampered young lady, untouched by the harsh realities, suddenly plummeted to the mundane world; it must be very tough on her.
The doctor sighed, "Alright, we'll do our best. You also need to hurry."
The doctor left.