"Without prompt treatment, this could lead to chronic pain and recurrent infections." Director Zhou adjusted his glasses. "Given the patient's history of congenital heart disease, any cardiac infection would have devastating consequences."

Jenna Roland clenched the hem of her shirt. She had only asked her brother Milo to fake chest pains—never expecting actual rib fractures to show up on the scans.

Now the pretense wasn't even necessary.

"Admit him, then." Jenna took a steadying breath.

Director Zhou swiftly prepared the hospitalization forms. At the payment counter, Jenna stared at the staggering number on the bill, her fingers trembling slightly.

After settling Milo into his IV drip, Jenna summoned Mrs. Xu and Liu Shen to the hallway.

"Auntie, here are the examination and hospitalization fees." Jenna handed over a stack of invoices. "Will you be paying cash or transferring the funds?"

Mrs. Xu's hand froze mid-air.

Thirty-eight thousand!

"How could it be this expensive?" Her voice cracked.

Jenna's expression remained impassive. "Where's your son's medical report?"

Though Sheng Fei had been injured by Milo, her brother's condition was far more severe. This accounting needed to be settled properly.

Mrs. Xu hastily shoved the papers back at Jenna. "I need to make a call."

On the other end, Sheng Qingming sounded unconcerned. "Fei just had a nosebleed and some bruises. He'll be discharged after the checkup."

"What?" Mrs. Xu slammed her fist against the wall. "Milo has fractured ribs and a heart condition! This is a disaster!"

"How could—"

"That little bastard Sheng Fei!" Mrs. Xu hissed through gritted teeth. "How much were your tests?"

"A little over three thousand."

Mrs. Xu's vision darkened. Three thousand versus thirty-eight thousand—this was a losing bargain. And now they faced Jenna's defamation lawsuit on top of it.

Leaning against the wall, she felt her blood pressure skyrocket.