The doctor took off his mask without much expression on his face. He walked to the sink and washed his hands quietly.

But Han Yurou was different. She stood blankly in the corner, her eyes dull and dull.

Her father had gradually lost consciousness in the past two years, and now he was lying in bed like a vegetative state. She had already made various preparations, but when she heard the doctor's words at this moment, her mind went blank.

The corridor of the operating room was quiet and silent.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps.

Yao Zhi clutched a large number of bills and hurriedly rushed towards Han Yurou, grabbing Han Yurou's arm with one hand: "Look at the sky-high medical and surgical fees, Rourou, you have to think of a way, you have to think of a way.

, Mom really has no choice..."

Yao Zhi burst into tears, almost crying and shaking Han Yurou's arms. Her voice sounded particularly sad in the empty corridor.

Han Yurou's face had a numb and silent expression. She turned her head slightly, glanced at Yao Zhi, and then lowered her head to look at the list in her hand.

Large and small medication bills, densely packed with words.

Han Yurou randomly picked out one card, her fingertips turning white.

The medicines are all very expensive imported medicines, and the doctors are all the best experts in the capital. A random order can cost six figures.

Haha... Han Yurou's lips curved with bitterness. What should she do? What could she do?

Yao Zhi was still holding her hand, shaking her arm vigorously, and kept saying something in her ear.

In a daze, Han Yurou could only see the bright lights, and her eyes were blank.

"Rourou, please save your father, he is so good to you, please save him." Yao Zhi said urgently.

"What can I do..." Han Yurou's eyes were dull, and there were traces of indifference in her eyes.

"You, just give Mr. Rong a call. Just make a phone call."

"Do you know how many times I called him?" Han Yurou suddenly looked at Yao Zhi.

Yao Zhi was speechless for a moment. During this period, Han Yun frequently entered the operating room, and their family had spent a large amount of money on Rong Jincheng.

"Then...it's okay. If you don't want to borrow it from Mr. Rong, forget it. For the sake of Mr. Rong, the hospital hasn't pressed you yet. I'll go find a friend to borrow it." Yao Zhi sighed. "Rourou,

Didn't your mother tell you that you and Mr. Rong have been dating for two years and have lived in someone else's house, but there has been no breakthrough at all? Didn't your mother say that if it doesn't work, then you can get married?

Having a child is the icing on the cake, what's wrong with it? Just weigh it."

She didn't know which word touched Han Yurou's nerves, so she gave Yao Zhi an indifferent look.

The look in her eyes made Yao Zhi feel scared.

After a long time, Han Yurou said calmly: "I'm going to see dad."

She left the corridor.

Yao Zhi felt confused. Did she say something wrong? With such a good boyfriend, shouldn't she hold on to him tightly?

It was late at night and everything was silent.

Han Yurou stood outside the door of the intensive care unit and looked at her father inside.

Han Yun was lying on the bed, motionless, with transparent tubes inserted all over his body.

A night like this is unintentionally terrifying.

Han Yurou stood outside the door, her legs were weak, her whole body was cold, and tears filled her eyes.
Chapter completed!