Mrs. Huo Should Thank Your Husband...

Gu Pianpian closed the folder, and her delicate, pale fingertips felt as if they had just been withdrawn from an icy pond, sending a bone-chilling sensation through her. Her head throbbed as if a thousand mice were gnawing at her brain.

Huo Qing'ang glanced at her as she sat there, looking dazed. He spoke in a clear, icy tone, with a hint of sarcasm, "Mrs. Huo, do you still insist on transferring the patient to another hospital now?"

Gu Pianpian leaned against the car window, her lifeless eyes staring blankly outside. She shook her head without a word.

She had traded her own life and Gu Mingyao's life to transfer Kongwu to the South City Hospital for treatment. Unbeknownst to her, the hospital was owned by Gu Mingyao. To force her to sign the contract, Gu Mingyao had inflated the medical bills, stating that it cost 300,000 yuan per month for Kongwu's treatment when the actual cost was only 20,000 yuan.