I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Fiona lowered her head in self-consciousness.

She trembled as she tried to say something, but Li Ang gently pressed her lips down.

Li Ang looked at Catherine's arrogant and condescending attitude.

The anger in my heart strangely subsided.

It's just a VIP ward, isn't it?

Whom do you look down on?

I have plenty of money!

"Oh? A VIP ward?"

Li Ang spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it silenced everyone and made them look at him.

He had no expression on his face and slowly pulled a China Merchants Bank debit card from his pocket.

It was the same card he had deposited nearly $30,000 into this morning.

He held the card between two fingers, waved it lightly in front of the head nurse, and said in a calm tone:

"You're the head nurse, right? You just said we can't afford the VIP rooms?"

The head nurse was taken aback.

She put her hands on her hips, stuck out her belly, and looked Li Ang up and down with her small eyes, then snorted through her nose:

"Hey kid, I bet you're not even fully grown yet. Did you even graduate high school? Your parents are right here. Who gives you the right to interrupt? Do you even know how much a VIP room costs per day? You dare to yell like that?"

Li Ang listened to Catherine's sarcastic remarks, which sounded like those of a black shrew, but he didn't get angry; he just sneered.

They laughed at the woman, saying she was like a clown, looking down on people.

Of course he knew how much a VIP ward cost.

Not to mention VIP wards, the price of a regular ward is astronomical even in the United States.

Take Bronx Community Hospital as an example.

This is a public hospital, and the listed price for a regular triple room is two thousand US dollars per day.

That sounds scary.

But for middle-class, highly educated people like Fiona, getting a job at a community clinic comes with various medical subsidies and insurance coverage.

In addition, there are the hospital's own fee reduction and exemption plans.

In total, the actual cash payment for a hospital stay is only about three hundred US dollars.

Although the price isn't cheap, it's still manageable.

But VIP wards are a different story.

Private suites, armed security, and 24-hour personal care.

Just hearing the word "VIP" tells you that this place is not for people who need social assistance.

The price is $4,500 a day.

At the exchange rate at the time, that was equivalent to 45,000 RMB per day.

one day!

Most importantly, VIP services are not covered by regular medical insurance or public welfare subsidies.

It needs to be paid entirely out of pocket.

This means that the cost of a single VIP stay is almost equivalent to a month's salary for Officer Karen, who is standing next to him.

It's equivalent to the cost of Fiona staying in a regular ward for half a month.

For the vast majority of ordinary families, this number is an unbearable burden.

Fiona, who was standing to the side, trembled almost imperceptibly.

His already pale face lost even more color.

She is a very considerate and gentle person, and she knows that Li Ang is in the sensitive period of adolescence.

Boys, in particular, are very competitive and concerned about their image.

If possible, Fiona would love to spend the money to help Li Ang save face.

The problem is, Fiona has no money.

The family's long-term deficit has forced the siblings to frequently queue at relief stations to receive food aid.

Where did the $4,500 come from to argue and fight with someone?

Head Nurse Catherine took in Fiona's reaction and became even more convinced that the two siblings were just two poor bastards!

No money!

Li Ang also resembled a stubborn, childish, and petulant kid, pretending to be an elephant with a scallion stuck in his nose!

Li Ang's gaze remained calm as he spoke clearly and firmly:

"Yes, I know how much a VIP ward costs. I said, please immediately process the transfer of my sister to a VIP special care ward. Without my sister's and my explicit permission, no one is allowed to approach the ward for any reason. All related expenses—"

He paused, then lightly tapped the bank card with his fingertip:

"Swipe your card!"

"Li Ang!"

Fiona gasped softly, finally unable to resist grabbing Li Ang's arm.

She knew Li Ang definitely had no money, and if the farce continued, he would surely lose face in public.

Fiona preferred to silently endure the risks in a regular ward.

She didn't want to see Li Ang fall into such an awkward situation because of her.

Head Nurse Catherine rolled her eyes dramatically, as if she had heard the funniest joke, and said with even more disdain:

"Kid, are you pretending to be stupid or are you really out of your mind? A VIP room doesn't cost four hundred dollars a day, it doesn't cost five hundred dollars, it costs four thousand five hundred dollars! Even if you max out your credit card, you still couldn't afford a single day's room! What are you pretending for!"

"I know it's four thousand five hundred dollars."

Li Ang's tone remained largely unchanged; he even patiently explained:

"Moreover, this isn't a credit card, it's a debit card."

Catherine then squinted and took a closer look at the card that Li Ang was holding between his fingers.

It is indeed a common savings debit card design.

It's not a credit card.

But her suspicion and contempt only intensified.

How can a Chinese-American high school student have tens of thousands of US dollars in his debit card?

What a joke!

She's worked at this hospital for over a decade; what kind of poor bastards haven't she seen who try to put on a brave face?

In the end, don't they all have to sheepishly admit defeat?

She was convinced that Li Ang was bluffing, trying to scare her away or buy her time.

Catherine sneered inwardly:

Fine, since you've offered yourself up, don't blame me for being impolite.

He deliberately feigned a resigned expression on his face, then turned to a young nurse beside him and gave her an impatient order:

"You! Go to the nurses' station and bring me the portable POS machine! Since this rich young master is so insistent, let's check it right here and see how much money is in his account!"

The young nurse glanced at the middle-aged doctor, whose face looked grim.

Seeing that the doctor did not object, he had no choice but to run out quickly and return with a small wireless POS machine.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became somewhat eerie.

All eyes were focused on the small machine and the card in Li Ang's hand.

Catherine grabbed the POS machine, rudely turned it on, and then reached out her hand to Li Ang.

His face bore undisguised provocation and a malicious glint in his eyes, as if he were waiting to see a good show.

"Give me your card, rich young master! Didn't you want to swipe it? One month's rent as deposit, that's nine thousand dollars in total! Please swipe your card!"

Li Ang didn't say anything, calmly handing over the bank card in his hand.

Catherine practically snatched the card and expertly swiped it on the POS machine.

Then quickly enter the amount on the machine: 9000.00.

He then turned the POS machine screen towards Li Ang, raising his chin high:

"Enter your password!"

Li Ang stepped forward, slightly blocking the screen with his body, and quickly entered a six-digit password.

Then step back.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

Fiona gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Beep—beep beep—"

After a brief reading and communication beep, the POS machine emits a series of crisp electronic prompts.

Immediately afterwards, the small printer on the side of the machine started clicking away.

A white transaction slip was slowly ejected:

Transaction successful.

Pre-authorization charge: $9,000.00.

Payment status: Approved.

The mocking, disdainful, and expectant expression on the face of the Black head nurse, Catherine, froze instantly.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the POS machine screen.

Seemingly disbelieving that the payment had been approved, he suddenly grabbed the newly printed transaction slip.

The documents are clear.

The amount is accurate.

Payment approved.

Nine thousand dollars, just like that... it's gone?

From the debit card of this young Chinese man wearing a worn-out T-shirt and looking like a student?

That's nine thousand cuts, not ninety or nine hundred!

"This...how is this possible..."

Catherine murmured absentmindedly, then looked up at Li Ang as if he were a monster.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Fiona was stunned.

Nine thousand dollars...

Does Li Ang really have that much money in his card?

Where did he get so much money?!

Shock, confusion, disbelief, and a hint of unease mixed together, leaving her mind blank.