Frail Life, Sky-high Bills

On the day my mother, Mandy was buried, I received an hour-long bullying video.

And the protagonist of the video happens to be Mandy who has been buried!

I felt chilly all over when I saw Mandy moaning in the video!

I suppressed my anger and went to the hospital to ask for an explanation.

However, I was falsely accused of killing Mandy, and even he attending physician, Amanda, turned against me and accused me of defaulting on Mandy's medical fees.

In desperation, I had no choice but to ask my sister, Mia, who works at a television station to expose Amanda's bullying.

However, Mia angrily scolded me, which ironically seemed to confirm the accusation that I had killed Mandy.

This incident was accidentally captured on camera and posted online.

Some people in the hospital deliberately smeared me, and netizens scolded me and exposed my personal information, continuously harassing me. Mia even disowned me, claiming that she doesn't have a sister like me.

What’s worse, I was pushed down the stairs by an angry netizen and died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to the day when I received the text message.

...

The people in the cemetery in front of me are busy moving the tombstones.

And next to them, a priest was praying.

I felt a tinge of sourness in my eyes and blinked, only to realize that I had been reborn!

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, my daughter will definitely pay."

"I'm still young and I don't want to die. My daughter will definitely save me. She will definitely raise the money!"

I accidentally pressed the volume up button, and the voice in the video instantly woke me up.

In the video, Mandy's hair was disheveled, and she looked extremely haggard.

Her hands and face were covered with shocking purple bruises.

The man next to her, seeing my pale face, asked with a concerned but actually curious expression,

"Girl, is the woman in the video your mother and was..."

I said painfully, "My mother died of stomach cancer. In order to save her, I spent almost all my savings. But I never expected that she didn't receive any treatment in the hospital, but instead was..."

I was about to cry and scared the man next to me.

"Could it be that your mother offended someone in the hospital?"

"It's the conflict between the doctor and the patient. Could it be that your mother herself was unwilling to cooperate with the treatment?"

"How is that possible? Who wants to die? Didn't you see the bruises on the girl's mother's body? I believe some people are hypocritical and just pick on powerless people like us."

"You are right! My wife broke her leg and was hospitalized. I worked outside until night to make money, but when I went to the hospital to pick her up, I found that her arm was full of needle marks!"

Maybe they all have the same feeling as me. As long as one person starts talking, others will start to express their grievances.

But right now everyone else seems to feel more sorry for me.

After all, my mother's pitiful appearance in the video was heartbreaking.

Her bruised are clearly visible in the video, which scared everyone.

And just now, I received a WhatsApp message from Mandy’s attending physician.

She urged me to come to the hospital and pay immediately, claiming that the previous treatment fees for Mandy were not enough.

She told me that I have to come to the hospital and pay another 300 thousand dollars!

This is not an exaggeration.

In my previous life, after receiving the video and the payment reminder from Amanda, I suppressed my anger and rushed to the hospital to ask for an explanation.

As a result, all the people in the hospital sided with Amanda and even slandered me as being unwilling to pay, which caused Mandy to miss the opportunity for treatment and pass away.

Even though I stayed in the hospital every day and tried my best to ask the hospital to investigate.

But those people have been dragging their feet and refusing to give me a reasonable explanation.

But they have been kicking the can down the road and refusing to take responsibility, unwilling to give me a satisfactory answer.

The amount of money they falsely accused me of not paying has snowballed into a much larger sum.

I recall the disdain in their eyes and grit my teeth, forcing myself to calm down.

But I can't confront the hospital yet. I must gather enough evidence!

Only then can I make people and doctors at the hospital who bullied Mandy pay the price!