Xu Lijing was relentless and resolute in calling the police. The dean knitted his brows and thought of a compromise.
"Madam, please calm down. Even if you call the police, your daughter's lost life is an indisputable fact."
"Shut up, my daughter is not dead, you're not allowed to curse her!" Xu Lijing, losing her sanity, frantically pummeled the dean.
"Our hospital indeed has fault. I am willing to compensate, but let the patient rest in peace, I beg you."
"Compensate?" Xu Lijing suddenly lifted her head, looking at the man in disbelief.
"Yes, as long as your demand for compensation is within a reasonable range, we are willing to..."
"Get lost, who's interested in your compensation? I want to regain my daughter's life, can you? Do you think a few filthy dollars can dismiss me? Dream on, dream on."
A girl in the bloom of youth, suddenly died on the operating table.
How poor must she be to be bought with a few dollars?
