Chapter 3: Whether or Not to Cure is Entirely Up to Fate

The hospital was always overcrowded.

If you couldn't see a patient in the hospital, it could only mean one thing—astronomical medical bills that left the sick unable to afford treatment.

New Asia Hospital, among the few private Western-style hospitals in Tianmen City, charged steep fees, especially for some imported Western medicines that ordinary people simply could not afford.

Even so, it remained overcrowded.

As the epidemic spread massively, the numbers of patients multiplied, and the hospital didn't have enough doctors and nurses to cope.

Wang Yunxiao, wearing a mask, navigated through a nearly impassable corridor to reach the door of Little Gourd's hospital room. Just as he was about to push the door, he saw a doctor rise from beside a stretcher, shaking his head, "Take it away."

The family member by the side burst into tears, clinging to the doctor's leg and pleading relentlessly, "Please check again; he hasn't stopped breathing yet!"