Jian Xin sat beside Su Nanzhi, "When will this girl finally wake up?"
Jiang Beiyu, "What, worried about the hospital bills?"
Jian Xin, "I'm afraid that when she wakes up, she'll discover she's already on the operating table."
Jiang Beiyu, "..."
"Also, the hospital just waived last night's and today's hospitalization and medical bills."
Jian Xin's head was injured by the hospital's equipment—although it was an accident, the hospital still bore some responsibility. Just now, the director even came over to apologize to him and waived the hospitalization fees for both last night and today.
Of course, if Su Nanzhi needed further treatment, those costs definitely couldn't be waived. The hospital couldn't afford that.
Jiang Beiyu now stared at the bandaged forehead of Jian Xin, feeling uneasy.
Su Nanzhi's phone had probably been out of battery and turned off since last night, so Jiang Beiyu, having nothing better to do, asked the hospital for a charger to recharge it.
