LETTING GO-CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Entering the vast structure with elegant and costly flooring, I observed various levels of staff in their well-maintained uniforms. The atmosphere was bustling with activity.

Regardless of its size, appearance, or opulence, a hospital remains a hospital; a place where individuals receive news, either good or bad. Some leave with smiles, while others leave feeling shattered.

I couldn't bear the scent or sight of injured patients. With my head held high and sunglasses shielding my eyes, I proceeded to the designated ward to locate her.

Upon entering the ward, I noticed four beds positioned opposite each other, totalling eight beds separated by curtains for privacy. The patients appeared to be women in their sixties or seventies, all dressed in the hospital's attire. Some had companions assisting them with tasks like feeding.

Approaching them, I greeted a few patients before reaching her bedside. She lay curled up on her bed, gazing out the window, the last bed by the window, isolated w