Leaving Garunsh House, I rushed back to my apartment complex. Today was the staff meeting, and our company usually lets out early afterward. I had originally scheduled an appointment at the hospital to visit Grandma.
But I hadn't gone.
Grandma called, worriedly asking what had happened.
I was applying ointment to the bruises in front of the mirror. Hearing her voice, I forced a cheerful smile and said, "It's nothing, Grandma. I have an urgent document to process, very important. I can't visit you for the time being."
Grandma sounded heartbroken on the phone. "Ella, my illness can't be cured. Take good care of yourself. Don't overwork yourself."
My tone became somber. "How can it not be cured? The doctor said the newly introduced medical equipment can cure it..."
"That's too expensive
