Mu Wanrou's incredibly mournful circumstances
編輯: Atlas Studios
She estimated by touch that the money inside was at least five figures. That was such an enticing number!
She had been working in this hospital for three years. Her monthly wage, including her performance bonus, only amounted to three to four thousand yuan. Receiving such a hefty sum was akin to a meat pie falling from the sky to her hands. She could not bear to let it go.
Man was always greedy for wealth.
It was naturally easy to open one's pathway with money.
The caretaker was finally tempted. She took the money and led the way without another word.
The lady left the inpatient department with the hospital staff. They walked past the eighteenth wind-path water bridge toward a remote small building.
The small building was an old structure at De An. Ten years ago, when the government allocated funds for the hospital's renovation, this old inpatient department facility was abandoned.