"I'm sorry, my grandmother is in the hospital, and I might not make it tonight." I looked at the payment slip in my hand as I walked towards the ward, my tone low.
Upon hearing this, Daniel Carter immediately asked with concern, "Is it serious? Do you need me to find a doctor?"
"Not for now, the doctor said it's a myocardial infarction and suggested thrombolytic therapy first."
"Which hospital?"
I hesitated in my heart, but after a pause, I answered, "Provincial Central Hospital."
"Okay, you handle it first, and we can contact each other if anything comes up."
"Mm."
After hanging up, I returned to the ward.
Grandma was just settled in and had woken up, with doctors and nurses conducting further tests.
I stood quietly on the side, listening to her still able to answer the doctor's questions, which indicated she was conscious, and the tension in my heart eased slightly.
As dusk fell, it quickly turned pitch black.
