By the time I woke up again, I was in a single ward. There was only a woman in her fifties in the room. I could tell at a glance that she was a servant of my grandma, Rosy Archer.
I said weakly, "Olena..."
Olena looked back and saw that I was awake. She said nervously, "Lie down and don't move. I will call the doctor first."
As she said that, she rushed out of the ward.
I observed the ward. Based on the style of the decoration, it should be the Holy Spirit Hospital.
"But why am I here? Why is Olena taking care of me?"
I was full of doubts and didn't know whom I should ask.
Soon, Olena came in with a doctor. The doctor had an examination of me, saying that I was exhausted and had hypoglycemia and that I just needed to have some nutrition at home before I would be fine.
I thanked t
