"Alright, please help me arrange it. The money… I will pay it as soon as possible."
I went to the toll office to check the balance of my mother's medical care card. There were only three thousand left.
After the last time I used the medical card, I didn't have much money left.
I walked back to the ward in a daze. The doctor's words echoed in my mind again and again.
I wanted to cry, but when I saw my mother in a coma on the bed, I raised my head and forcefully held back my tears.
I took out my phone and flipped through the contacts. My fingers finally stopped on my father Albert's number.At least, he was the person I like. I just had to take two photos and leave after he fell asleep. Anyway, he was drunk and he probably wouldn’t remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow.
