As I drove off she said she couldn't lift her arms when she woke up in the morning. I saw from the rear mirror she had tears in her eyes. I suspected she had a mild stroke. She instructed me to visit the ATM for her to draw money to pay for the taxi fare.
I asked her if she had any children, she said she had one son who went to work. I got angry and started to lecture her. I said "your son should take you to the hospital in an ambulance. What happens if you fell sick in my taxi? I cannot save you". I drove as fast as i could to reach TTSH but she was rather concerned about paying for the taxi fare, instead of her own well-being.