Tears threatened to fall my eyes, as the doctor's words resonated in my ears again and again. 'You must deposit five million at the reception if you want us to operate your father's brain tumor.'

In the past eleven months, I have already deposited almost fifteen million, after selling everything we owned, including our house, our car, all the stuff but it was still not enough. Still not enough to earn my father some more days of life.

As I stared at the white wall in front of me, while sitting on one of the hospital waiting area chairs, I tried to think of all ways I could get that money from. All these ways included, every legal and illegal way, but I was unable to make the final decision.