After lunch, Elizabeth was getting used to the clinic when she received a text from Charles.

Charles: [Elizabeth, come out. Let’s have some fun!]

Elizabeth: Sorry, Uncle. I have to work.

Charles: [Work? Can’t the Percy family support you?]

Elizabeth felt a bit helpless. Sure, they could, but she didn’t want to rely on them forever.

Charles: How about tonight? I’ll take you out for a nice meal.

Elizabeth smiled and replied: [Okay.]

Charles probably felt bad about last night’s gathering with Neil and wanted to make it up to her.

As she headed to the elevator, she noticed a familiar figure at the front desk. It was the woman from earlier, dressed simply in white with flat shoes and neatly tied hair. The woman looked up and saw Elizabeth, her eyes lighting up. Elizabeth glanced around but didn’t see the man. She walked over, and the woman smiled slightly. Elizabeth could see age in her eyes.

“Hi, I’m Elizabeth Percy. We met this morning,” Elizabeth introduced herself.

The woman nodded. “Hello.”

“Didn’t you go back?” Elizabeth asked.

She smiled. “My husband went back, but I sneaked back. I wanted to ask again, how long will my treatment take? Can it be cured? How much will it cost?” Her voice was soft and gentle, showing her strong will to survive.

“Your illness is serious, but it needs surgery,” Elizabeth said softly. “Hospitalization, surgery, and medications might cost around three hundred thousand dollars. If you have insurance, we can help with reimbursement. It shouldn’t be too much in the end.”

The woman’s eyes filled with terror at the amount. She clutched her clothes and whispered, “I don’t have insurance.”

Elizabeth’s heart sank. This amount seemed to crush the woman’s hopes.

Thank you, she bowed in gratitude. Three hundred thousand dollars—her husband would never give her that much for treatment. She had no choice but to wait for death.

Elizabeth frowned, seeing a tear fall from the woman’s eye.

“Elizabeth!” Amanda’s voice called from behind.

Elizabeth turned to Amanda. When she looked back, the woman was already leaving.

Amanda said, “Don’t have private contact with patients.”

“Okay,” Elizabeth nodded, but her mind was still on the woman’s will to survive.

“Go to the linen room and get something for me, and come back quickly,” Amanda reminded her.

Elizabeth agreed and went to work.

On her way downstairs, seeing all kinds of patients, their expressions either heavy or joyful, Elizabeth sighed, thinking again of the woman.

Chapter 178

If doctors couldn’t save people, how could they deserve their title?

“Sir, this is a hospital!”

“If you have something to say, say it properly. How can you hit someone?”

Suddenly, shouts came from the lobby on the first floor, and the service station was surrounded by people. Elizabeth looked up, dazed, her steps coming to a halt.