Sir, the patient is on the second floor. The receptionist stuttered.
Without wasting a second, Jonathan sprinted up the stairs, only to see his sister sprawled on the ground while someone desperately performed CPR on her.
Cecilia's face was chalky white, her body completely limp.
The sight of her broke his heart.
It took him a moment to notice the middle-aged woman attacking his sister's savior. She was yanking the woman's hair, screeching, get away from her. My daughter-in-law doesn't need to be revived. Just let her go. We don't have the money to treat her. Are you trying to ruin us?
Rod stood nearby, chiming in.
Even if you save her, our family can't take on that kind of debt. Her own family is broke too. Why else do you think my wife decided to give up?
Jonathan's face went dark
