Revenge

Judging from the attitude the doctor bore towards Mia, they should know each other well. Amanda sat across from him, her eyes darting to the badge on his white coat. "Doctor in charge, Timmy Cheng." She put her handbag on her lab and clenched at the tape not knowing what to say.

Timmy Cheng looked at her, smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be nervous, Mia. I know your situation. I have already paid your mother's hospitalization expenses for you..."

Amanda looked up in surprise at him. What friendship was it between them when a doctor paid for a patient's hospital stay? And why did he ask her to come over when he had already paid for her? He should have known she was still in class...

Amanda couldn't figure it out.

Timmy Cheng fiddled the pen in his right hands and laughed: "When you said that you have got money, I was surprised." He said with a gloomy look: "Have you seen your mother today?"

Amanda shook her head.

Amanda waited quietly for Timmy Cheng to fill her in more information. Instead of continuing the conversation, Timmy Cheng suddenly stood up, closed the folder on his desk, and smiled gently at Amanda. "Let's go together and it is time for me to go check on your mother’s status by the way."

Amanda knew nothing about the situation of Mia’s mother; so she stayed quiet the whole time.

The 2# ward on the eighth floor was not as quiet as the other wards as it was closer to the stairs.

the nurse on duty opened the door of the ward to greet Timmy Cheng; he step into the ward and went for a patient straightly.

Noticing Amanda was still standing in the doorway, he added smiling with his head turning to the bed behind him: "Go see your mother."

On the bed a woman with rarely any hair left on her head huddled under a thin blanket. She was extremely thin; her eyes rolled vigilantly, telling Amanda that she was living person.

Bold as Amanda was, she felt intimidated by such a dying soul. Her feet was heavy as lead; her eyes tried so hard to avoid any contact with hers.

by her evasion; she craned out her body and grasped Amanda’s wrist so violently

detected something unusual about her

the death of her husband and daughter and unable to do anything, how was her mother now? What did Bill Fu do to her? If she stood in front of her,

Mia’s mother let off her guard at the moment, gently patted the back of her hand with her thin “claws”, and sang to Amanda," Mia, Mia, my little dancer...The

the words "dancer" over and over.

patted Amanda on the shoulder; Timmy Cheng stood behind her and this time, he was solemnly serious: "Let me have a

on her patiently and meticulously. While the nurse kept record of what Timmy Cheng instructed. From their conversation,

the nurse said to Amanda, "The patient

when she looked over her shoulder, Mia's mother had turned her back on her

When the door of the ward closed, the elevator arrived at their floor; Amanda followed Timmy Cheng into the

you shed tears in front of your mother for the first time these

to his speculation; instead, she reached her hands into the bag and took out

was surprised: "where did you get it from?"

It didn't seem like what doctors should care about; Amanda looked blankly

As if realizing his rudeness, Timmy Cheng looked away instantly. "Ding!"They had arrived at the

take the money but strode out of the elevator, leaving Amanda wondering whether she should follow and

back at her wearing a slightly awkward smile on his slips:

the bag and followed up; what she should do now was to be a lamb

hesitation, he said: “Mia, I know it could be harsh for you, but as her

at the paper

a surgery can't be postponed any longer. You mother need to be operated immediately, and the cost of the operation

came in succession.

office and squinted into the harsh sunlight outside the glass windows of the hallway...She had never knew that money could be so useful; it did not heal the disease but it