The two old women started shouting at each other from across the courtyard.
"Grandma, please stop fighting with her," Wang Ya said, anxiously tugging on her grandmother, who wanted to keep arguing. "My mom's still lying in the house. She's sick, and Grandma won't let us get a doctor. Mom can't even get out of bed anymore."
"What? Your mom's so sick she can't get out of bed?" The old woman's eyes widened.
"Yes, Grandma. Let's go see my mom first," Wang Ya said, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of her mother.
"Alright, stop crying. Let's get inside." Zuo Daya had no heart for arguing anymore; her mind was consumed with worry for her eldest daughter.
'The girl said she can't even get out of bed. She must be seriously ill.'
