"Dad, don't you know Grandma's in bed, practically dying from the pain?"
Song Sisi practically shouted.
On the other end of the line, her father's voice was laced with exhaustion. "Sisi... your grandmother is eighty-seven..."
"So what?!" Song Sisi felt her heart turn cold.
"The elderly in the village... it's like this for all of them..." Her father sighed. "If you want to take her to the hospital... then take her..."
Song Sisi hung up.
She called her two uncles and her aunt, but their responses were all the same—
"Don't go to all this trouble so late at night..."
"The old lady herself said it was her time to go..."
"If you insist on being the dutiful one... we won't stop you..."
After hanging up, Song Sisi was trembling all over.
She finally understood. In everyone else's eyes, her grandmother was already a corpse waiting for burial.
For the past three days, they had taken turns bringing food and medicine, but only to let the old woman "pass away comfortably."
