In my previous life, Mandy was hospitalized after being diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.
Back then, to raise money for her treatment, I worked several jobs a day and even begged Mia who had severed ties with our family.
However, Mandy still passed away in the end.
I honored her last wish and had her body cremated, but then I received a video and a payment reminder from the hospital.
Logically, I should have rushed to the hospital to demand an explanation like I did in my previous life, or at least paid the fees and kept the receipt as evidence.
But I didn't.
I intentionally ignored the payment reminder sent by the doctor and waited specifically for someone.
Finally, after staking out the hospital entrance for three or four days, I spotted a man with an anxious expression hurrying by.
I quickly ran up and stopped him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at me with suspicion.
I showed him the video and the payment reminder from the doctor.
"You've had a similar experience as my mother. Your sister was also bullied by this doctor. Why don't we work together to make her and those who support her pay the price?"
The man's name is Andre.