I stepped forward, helping her to lie down, comforting her, "Mom, no, the doctor said it's treatable. It's just money. What's more important, money or life? You haven't held your grandchild yet."
"How much will it cost?" my mother hesitated, her dream of spoiling grandchildren surfacing.
"Mom, we'll treat you!" Steven chimed in, wiping tears from his face, "No matter the cost, we won't neglect you!"
If it weren't for this second chance, I might have been moved by my brother again. Now, his words only made me want to laugh.
Hearing her son's promise, my mother was deeply comforted, the two embracing as she praised her beloved son.
The patient in the next bed, moved by this display, couldn't help but praise, "With such a devoted son, what can't be overcome? Unlike my son, who doesn't even visit..."
After settling my mother, Steven pulled me aside outside the room, his face showing trouble.
"Sister, what about mom's medical bills? You know I've only been working for two years. I really don't have savings, but we can't delay mom's treatment, how about you cover it first, and I'll pay you back when I get my salary."