She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu introduced them, and Chen Yuting nodded to Wang Yi: "We even ate wontons from the same restaurant, and now we are in the same hospital."

Manshu: “…” When talking about being in the same hospital, could you please not use such a happy tone?

"Hello." Wang Yi greeted him with a wry smile.

I thought to myself, this guy is good-looking, but he's a little mentally unstable.

Fortunately, she didn't know that the person was a resident in the psychiatric department, otherwise she would have been scared to death.

"Then could you please go downstairs with us to get the money now?"

Manshu also took out his mobile phone and said he would transfer the money to him first.

"Okay." Chen Yuting agreed readily.

While going downstairs with her, he asked, "Are you going to transfer to the city maternal and child health center?"

"Yes, the city's maternal and child health hospital's fetal preservation technology should be better. After all, it sounds more professional."

Chen Yuting thought for a moment and said, "The city's maternal and child hospital is not the best either. The best one is Sao Paulo's."

The name St. Paul sounds like a private school, right?

Manshu seemed to have heard someone mention St. Paul before.

“Sao Paulo is a private hospital and is too expensive for Yiyi’s family.”

That is truly a place that only the upper class can afford, and every doctor is an expert.

That hospital seems to be quite close to Moon Bay. So, it does provide services specifically for the upper class.

"It's not expensive. I have a discount card. Shall we go?" Chen Yuting took out another card from his trouser pocket.

The sign above is indeed St. Paul's Hospital.

But forget about collecting discount cards from other places.

What is this hobby of collecting hospital discount cards?

He talked as if he had a discount card when going to the mall.

Manshu began to suspect that this person was not sick, but just had an obsessive-compulsive disorder that made him like to stay in the hospital.

After the two of them came back with the money, Chen Yuting mentioned St. Paul's Hospital again in front of Wang Yi.

He said that it was the best private hospital in City C, and that all the wealthy ladies in City C went there to preserve their pregnancies.

"You can think about it. Money is not a problem. I have a discount card. If you go there, it will definitely cost less than the city maternal and child health care center."

"What discount card? Can I get discounts at the hospital?"

Father Wang had hung up the phone and came back, looking a little unhappy.

He asked for an advance on his wages, and the construction site agreed.

But there is not much that can be given to him in advance.

This amount of money is just a drop in the bucket when it comes to going to the hospital to preserve the fetus.

If it wasn't to save the fetus, but just to save the adult...

Father Wang was very hesitant.

He wanted to wait until his wife woke up before making any plans.

But money must be raised.

It seems that my previous plan to quit my job, run back to my daughter's school, rent a house and start a small business is going to fail.

That money was originally start-up capital, but now I can only give it to my wife for emergency use.

After all, Mother Wang's health is more important. Although Father Wang is an honest man, he knows what is important and what is not.

"Others can't do it, but I can." Chen Yuting was very confident.

His face was very deceptive, but Father Wang didn't even suspect it.

"So, can we really spend less money than going to the city maternity and child care center?"

The expenses of the city's maternal and child health care center are considered normal, and he has just consulted a doctor.

Preserving the fetus is indeed very expensive. If you stay in the hospital for a month or so, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars.

"of course."

Chen Yuting is really good at deceiving people with his mouth.

He actually coaxed Mr. Wang into getting into the car he had called from somewhere.

Following him were a group of people wearing black shirts, trousers and sunglasses.

If you don’t know, you might think it’s a young master from some street.

Fortunately, there were basically no people on the road in the middle of the night.