As soon as Su Chenwei opened her eyes, she transmigrated to the 1960s, a time of material scarcity and famine.
The original host was a pampered rich young lady who, to spare her from the hard...
Even the nurses who rushed over were made dizzy and disoriented by her string of curses.
After inserting the needles, she couldn't help but urge them a few times.
"Didn't you say you just went home to get money? Shouldn't you settle the outstanding medical bills from the hospital?"
Zhu Xiuqin frowned.
"Who's going to pay? When did we start owing the hospital so much money?"
The nurse stood beside the hospital bed.
"Auntie, your injury is quite serious. You had eight stitches, plus medication and IV drips, the total cost was ninety-eight yuan."
The nurse continued, somewhat impatiently, "Your son said he was going home to get money, so we made an exception and paid your medical expenses. Otherwise, you would have died from blood loss long ago."
"Ninety-eight? Is your hospital here to treat the sick and save lives, or to rob people? Why don't you just go out and rob them in the street!"
Zhu Xiuqin immediately raised her voice.
Then she turned to Shen Zhiyu and gave him an order.
"We can't pay this money! If we really have to pay, we have to ask that kid from the Liu family for it! He's the one who knocked me down, causing me to get injured and hospitalized, so of course they should pay for my medical expenses!"
Su Chenwei leaned against the side of the ward and added a sentence in a flat tone.
"Mom, don't worry, this medical expense is really nothing to the Liu family."
Zhu Xiuqin snorted dismissively.
"Hmph, even if Liu Mao is the village chief and in charge of village affairs, he can't use that little bit of power to cover up everything!"
As she spoke, she clenched her fists, looking determined not to back down.
“If they push me too far, I will go to the town myself to file a complaint and let the higher authorities judge the matter.”