Granny met me in the middle of the room and proceeded to drag me back outside.

"What is it, Granny?"

"Let's go talk a walk," she told me with a smile.

She led me all the way out of the hospital and to a nearby bench.

She sat down and wiped the seat next to hers with her sleeves. "Come, come, join me."

As soon as I sat down, she grabbed my hand.

"I have something good for you here," she said, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Good stuff?" I asked.

"I always have this with me," she said, reaching into her pants' pocket.

She produced a small, grey pouch made from a wool sweater.

"What's that?"

She opened the pouch and searched through what seemed to be quite a number of treasures before pulling out five bank cards.

She stuffed them one by one into my hands and said, "Those doctors are evil. They're only demanding that I do all those other treatments to earn more money. Over 10,000 dollars for one session with no subsidy? Ha! They're just trying to cheat me of my money."

"Wait,