Chapter 27 Mercenary King Invincible

• “What’s wrong, sis?” Haylan furrowed his brow as he looked at Floris with concern. “It’s nothing. My husband is working overtime today and can’t come to take care of our child. I can handle it alone,” Floris forced a smile to hide her inner turmoil. Despite her efforts, the smile on Floris’s face looked lonely and betrayed her inner turmoil. Haylan’s frown deepened as he noticed it. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss between Floris and her husband, but since she didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t feel comfortable probing. Just then, a nurse walked into the room and addressed Floris with a cold tone, “Floris Hammond, you need to pay the bill now.” Floris asked politely, “Excuse me, how much is it?
• ” “4,600 dollars. And remember, you cannot give your child any food or water after 10 PM tonight. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow!” the nurse replied sternly. “Now, please go and settle the payment.” The nurse left firmly, without any hint of compassion in her voice. ས After the nurse left, Floris looked pale. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the hospital bed, her eyes filling with tears. “What’s the matter with Tracy? What sort of ailment is she grappling with that calls for surgery?” Haylan inquired, creasing his brows with concern. At the sight, Tracy recoiled in terror and hastily sought refuge behind Floris, obstructing Haylan’s view of the nature of her affliction. “She’s grappling with pneumonia and pediatric hernia. While the former can be remedied with injections, the latter necessitates surgical intervention. Floris conveyed with a troubled countenance. The thought gnawed at her, causing her anguish as she pondered, “How on earth are we going to come up with the exorbitant sum of money required?
• ” “Having acquired some rudimentary medical knowledge over the past eight years, let me examine Tracy. Perhaps there has been a misdiagnosis.” Haylan suggested with earnestness. Floris shook her head in dissent. “It’s unnecessary. We’ve already consulted with numerous medical professionals who have verified the diagnosis, and surgery is the only viable course of action,” she replied firmly. “I’ll phone my husband and request him to transfer the requisite amount,” she added, determined to leave no stone unturned in securing the funds for Tracy’s treatment. As she spoke, she stepped out of the doorway to place the call. Tracy harbored a palpable apprehension about being alone with Haylan and hence endured the agony of her ailment to remain steadfastly entrenched in her mother’s comforting embrace. Regrettably, Haylan’s efforts to examine Tracy privately were foiled, and he was denied the opportunity to assess her condition without the presence of her mother. Having exited the ward, Floris absented herself for a prolonged interval to avoid any chance encounter with Haylan and then whispered furtively on the phone. “Sir, my daughter is hospitalized, and I urgently need financial assistance.