With that one sentence, Yvonne immediately abandoned the idea of taking us to the hospital. Instead, she turned a furious glare toward my mother.
"This is all your fault for coming here to cause trouble!" she snapped.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she ran back inside impatiently, leaving us helpless and despairing.
I had no choice but to carry my mother out, suppressing my heartache and grief, pleading for help from passersby. Fortunately, a van driver agreed to take us to the hospital.
Now, I wait by the door of the emergency room, unable to sit still.
After the doctor came out, he told me, "Your mother's heart is failing and the only way to save her is through a heart transplant surgery."
I immediately insisted they perform the transplant. My mother was only fifty; she was still in the prime of her life. I wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Unfortunately, the cost of the heart transplant was far beyond my imagination. Even after taking out all my savings, I was still short by half.
In a panic, I quickly called Yvonne and asked her to find me. Alas, no matter how many times I tried, the call wouldn't go through.