"Are doctors so short of money these days? Is a manicure also something you need to get when you're admitted to the hospital?"

"Isn't this too much? Forced consumption."

"Yeah, we're all quite old now, who still needs these fancy things?"

"Yeah, you're trying to make money from us again. That's really too much."

"Black-hearted doctor, you can't afford to stay in the hospital without a million or eight hundred thousand."

"It's so heartless, forced consumption, which family can afford it?"

Things suddenly took a turn Mulian couldn't have foreseen, completely different from what she'd imagined. She'd considered the prospect of no one taking the sales pitch, or being turned down with a sullen face, or told to get out, but she hadn't imagined she'd be slapped with one crime after another. She hadn't intended to force her into spending money; she simply thought there were women in the hospital who cared about their appearance and didn't want to look slovenly while in the hospital, so she offered someone the opportunity to get a manicure.

In the future, hospitals should become more and more humane and meet the needs of everyone.

When the old man in the emergency room heard this, his eyes lit up instantly. He lay down beside the curtain, took out his mobile phone and secretly recorded a video. That was great. He could wait for him to report the director and get some money.

The emergency room wife glanced at the emergency room old man and replied to the phone quickly and mysteriously.

Mulian was unable to defend herself, "I didn't do it, it was my own will."

In an instant, a group of old men and women surrounded Mulian and chattered incessantly.

"You said it was voluntary. If we hadn't asked, you would have just charged us, right?"

"Yes, yes, I can charge it myself."

"The hospital is a shady place. Once you enter, you are at the mercy of others."

"You're so black-hearted at such a young age. Didn't your parents teach you that? You're so vicious, are you already learning how to kill people?"