Uncontrollable Fondness

Chapter 11 Money for Selling Yourself

"Are you sure?" The middle-aged woman looked at her suspiciously but asked the doctor. Mia looked

up and saw a calendar on the wall with 25th marked on it. She licked her lips. Half a month, time flew

really fast!

The doctor nodded attentively, "Yes, Mrs. Johnson. She’s not."

Mrs. Johnson nodded again. Wearing a gray jumper, she strode over, stopped in front of Mia for a

while, then waved to the man in black, "Send her away!"

The man in black left her behind and walked away without looking back. Mia's weak body shivered in

the wind. She turned around and saw a familiar alley. Walking for another 100 meters, and there would

be the house she had been renting with her father. Small, twenty square meters, just one room and one

hall.

Will she go back? Wiping tears, she realized that she was still holding a piece of paper in her hand.

Looking closely, she saw it was a check. Only then she remembered that a handsome man in black

looked at her with pity before leaving and handed a piece of paper, "This is your final payment."

The final payment.

Several zeros were drawn on the top, and five more were at the front. She wasn’t in the mood to count

these digits; her heart was tingling. Innocent body was finally bought by a check, how ironic! Having

had so many fantasies about the future and love, Mia never imagined that one day she would

surrender her first time in this way.

William’s face became more and more blurred in her memory. She wiped the tears from her face and

vowed to completely forget this abominable man.

"Donations, donations… Please, help to save our poor Emily, little patient with uremic syndrome, she is

only eight years old..." A group of college students stood on the mobile parade, with a donation box in

front of them. One man was shouting emotionally in a microphone.

There was a photo on a big banner right on the car. A girl with big eyes wide open and full of cravings

was looking into Mia’s heart.

The car came to the front, and the man with the microphone said to her, "Miss, help, a girl who is only

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A girl about her age looked over her, just on the check she was keeping in her hand. Mia quickly, as it

was burning in her hands, tossed the check into the donation box.

"Thank you." The car went away. The girl was gone, her hopeful eyes were gone, and she was relieved

with the loss of the check. All right. She turned around, jumped on a bus going to the city and went off

outside the Huntington Hospital.

Huntington Hospital hasn’t changed at all. There were still so many patients and doctors in such a

hurry.

The cars parked in front of the hospital came and went away, went away and came again, parking lot

was always busy. With a pounding heart, Mia walked quickly to the hospital's bulletin board and looked

for something. When she found the hospital recruitment form, her face turned pale and her heart broke

sharply.

Three unfamiliar faces were posted on the bulletin board to introduce them, and they were all

newcomers who had passed the exam this time and joined the hospital team. Without her! She was

first, but because of this accident...

Tears rolled down her eyes again, and she shook her shoulders and cried, feeling aggrieved.

She ran upstairs quickly and went to the dean's office. She pushed the door and walked in.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I'm Mia Charles. I didn't come on time because something happened."

The dean picked up his reading glasses and looked at Mia's face. He shook hid head, "You didn’t come

within the specified time. We have already given the quota to others."