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"You want me to apologize to her?"

I almost thought I'd misheard, staring at Leigh in disbelief.

Leigh nodded, dead serious.

"Of course you apologize. She's dosing your mom that way for a reason. You're not a doctor, you don't understand any of this. Stop making trouble for her, all right?"

"And Muriel's already worn out from work all day. You've got the nerve to march in and question her? Why are you being so difficult?"

I looked at him and asked.

"I'm making trouble for her? I'm the one being difficult?"

"Leigh, whose side are you actually on here?"

"Do you even hear yourself right now!"

His eyes flicked away from mine.

He stepped closer, lowered his voice, and softened it.

"Vivi, I got ahead of myself. That was wrong of me."

"Let's not argue about who's right and who's wrong."

"What matters right now is your mother's condition. Even if you won't think of yourself, you have to think of your mom, don't you?"

"You've already spent this much money,"

"and if you give up now, or worse, transfer hospitals, what happens if something goes wrong in the middle of it?"

It struck me as absurd.

"So what you're saying is, Muriel is the best doctor in the whole city, and without her no one else can treat my mother?"

Leigh frowned.

"You're just being contrary now, aren't you?"

"Of course Muriel doesn't stand for every doctor in the city."

"But there's nothing to fault about her skill. Otherwise I never would have referred you to this hospital and to her."

"And even if you don't understand medicine, don't you have any common sense?"

"A doctor needs to know the patient's condition at every moment to prescribe the right treatment and treat them properly."

"That has very little to do with how good the doctor is."

I fell silent.

I had to admit it. What he'd just said wasn't wrong.

Seeing me go quiet, Leigh pressed on.

"You've already spent this much. If you transfer now, not only is all that money wasted, but another doctor won't know your mother's condition either."

"You don't want your mom to end up in danger because of your outburst, do you?"

That line hit the fear buried deepest in me.

I lowered my head and asked.

"Then what do you think I should do?"

A smile touched the corner of Leigh's mouth.

"Good girl. Go apologize to Dr. Pruitt right now, then go pay the bill."

I looked at him.

"You really want me to go apologize?"

Leigh took my hand, gentle again.

"What matters most right now is whether your mom gets better, not the money. And what's your personal pride worth next to that?"

Looking at him, the man in front of me felt like a stranger.

Was he really my boyfriend?

Or did he look more like Muriel's?

Before I could hesitate, he was already pulling me to Muriel's office and pushing me inside.

"Muriel, don't take it to heart. I've brought Augusta to apologize to you."

He didn't give me a second to think, just shoved me a step forward.

"Well? Apologize."

It sat wrong with me.

But I thought of my mother, and lowered my head.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Pruitt. I was too anxious."

Muriel swept a contemptuous glance over me.

"Since you know you were wrong, go pay the bill."

Her attitude left me sick to my stomach.

But Leigh urged me on.

"Did you hear her? Go pay, and no more of this nonsense."

I nodded, and as I turned to leave, I saw Leigh was still standing in the office.

Muriel looked at me coldly.

Leigh turned back and said,

"You go pay. I need to talk to Muriel about something. Close the door on your way out."

I gave the two of them a long look, then left.

I paid at the billing department, and the tightness in my chest only grew worse.

I went to the ward.

When Mom saw me, she said,

"Vivi, take me home."

I took her hand.

"Mom, this is the critical stage of your treatment. How can we go home now?"

She shook her head.

"I know my own illness, sweetheart. Stop treating it. No amount of money is going to help."

"You're still young. You have so many things you'll need money for. Don't waste any more of it on me."

The tears came before I could stop them, and I held her.

"Mom, don't talk like that. You have to work with the doctors. You'll get better. You will."

I held her like that until she fell asleep.

And I made up my mind. No matter how much it cost me, no matter how much I had to swallow, I would endure it.

That night, I stepped out to get something to eat, and it was right then that the hospital called to say my mother had suddenly taken a turn for the worse and been rushed into the ICU.

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4

I didn't care that my mother had been having stomach trouble all day; I rushed straight to the hospital.

But by the time I got back.

The doctors were already coming out of the resuscitation room.

When she saw me, Muriel said coldly:

"We're sorry, ma'am. We did everything we could."

"What did you say!"

The whole world caved in.

Muriel looked at me and said, without a shred of feeling:

"You should start preparing for the funeral."

She dropped that and walked off.

There was no way I was letting her go.

I ran after her and grabbed her wrist:

"Dr. Pruitt, my mother wasn't this bad when she came in. It's only been a month. How is she gone?"

"Answer me. Answer me!"

I couldn't stop myself. My hand cracked across Muriel's face.

Nurses came running and pulled me back.

Everything went black in front of me, and I fainted.

Right before my eyes closed, I dimly heard Muriel's cold, mocking voice:

"This is absurd. If every patient's family blamed the doctor for everything like this, how are any of us supposed to do our jobs?"

When I came to again.

Leigh was sitting beside me:

"Life and death can't be fought. Let your mother rest in peace. Bury her soon."

"Get out!"

I shoved Leigh away.

His brow furrowed:

"Augusta, I know you're hurting, but this is something no one can stop. You have to learn to face reality!"

I couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed at him:

"Reality is, you recommended this hospital to me, and on top of the outrageous bills, they killed my mother!"

Leigh's eyes went cold:

"You've lost your mind. I'll come back when you've calmed down."

He turned and left.

I noticed the bracelet he'd given me on my wrist, took it off, meaning to give it back.

I chased him out of the room.

I was about to turn the corner in the hallway when I heard Muriel and Leigh's voices:

"How's she doing?"

"Very unstable."

"She's a lunatic. Her mother dying has nothing to do with me, and she still slapped me."

"Don't be upset, Muriel. When you're off work, let me take you to dinner."

I listened to how tender Leigh's voice got with Muriel.

My heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't take another second. I burst out, yanked off the bracelet, and hurled it hard into Leigh's face, then turned and walked away.

Three days later.

I was still at home handling my mother's funeral.

My relatives came up one by one to comfort me, telling me not to grieve too much.

That was when the call came from the hospital billing department:

"Hello, is this Ms. Henson?"

I asked:

"What is it?"

The voice on the other end said:

"Your mother's treatment fees are due. To avoid affecting her ongoing treatment, would it be convenient for you to come to the hospital and pay now?"

I froze:

"You—what did you say? My mother's treatment fees? Didn't I already pay?"

The other side said:

"You paid three days ago. Over the three days since, the outstanding balance comes to a hundred sixty-three thousand four hundred fifty-two dollars. Would it be convenient for you to come pay now?"

"What!"

I couldn't hold back anymore.

Every humiliation before this, I'd swallowed for my mother's sake.

But my mother had been dead for three days!

Were they still treating a dead woman?

Nobody bullies people like this!

This was too far.

I slammed my fist hard against the floor.

The people around me asked what was wrong.

I looked up at my mother's photo on the funeral altar, and inside I went calm instead.

Fine.

So they prey on honest people.

So they run drug treatments on a corpse.

Everything before, maybe the hospital and Muriel could fool me by saying I didn't understand. Am I not going to understand this time either?

In that case, I'll pay.

I was still in my mourning clothes, and I didn't bother taking them off.

I went straight to the hospital to pay just like that.

The moment I finished paying, Leigh showed up at the hospital and called out in irritation:

"Augusta, are you here to give Muriel trouble again?"

"Didn't I tell you? Muriel did everything she could. There's no point coming after her!"

I watched him, then held up the receipt I'd just paid, showing it to Leigh and to everyone lined up to pay around us.

I said in a loud voice:

"Of course I believe Dr. Pruitt did everything she could."

"After all, my mother has been dead for three days, and she's still running tens of thousands of dollars in drug treatments on her every single day!"

"Now, I'm going to take this proof to the hospital director, and I'm going to take it to the law, and to everyone in this whole society, and ask them exactly how a doctor treats a dead woman!"