Seeing her expression, I realized something was wrong and pushed her aside to go straight to the doctor's office.
The doctor had wanted me to notify my family, but when I told him that I couldn't reach them, he sighed and told me that there was something in my brain. But there was nothing to worry about. Further tests would be done and if it was benign, the surgery would have a high success rate.
I asked the doctor how much the surgery would cost, and he said it wouldn't be much. 60,000 to 70,000 dollars would be enough after all the expenses were added up and reimbursed.
Listening to the doctor's words, my mood was like riding a roller coaster, and now it has finally settled a bit.
I thanked the doctor, then came out to call my mom to explain the situation. After a few days, the call finally went through. I thought that my mom would be worried about me, come to take care of me, and reassure me.
But, my mom didn't even wait for me to finish speaking before interrupting me impatiently, "Nico, are you jealous of me buying a house for your brother?"
"You're such a wicked-minded girl, willing to curse yourself just to ask me for money."