On 76th Street, Jerry was traveling in a seven-seat SUV. There were still all kinds of tubes and needles on him that had directly been carried with him into the car.
It was going very slowly on 76th Street, because no matter where they looked, they didn't see any decent-looking hospitals.
"Senator, I told you we were pranked! There's no hospital here at all…" Linda frowned and said to Jerry.
"Look around more, look again." Senator Jerry couldn't see clearly with his eyes, but he could still think straight.
The car drove around and around and still didn't find any big hospitals.
Jerry said, "Don't just look for big hospitals, look to see if there's any community clinics or medical labs."
Linda bitterly smiled. "Your illness is cancer, this isn't just a cold or something minor."
"Just keep on looking." Jerry sighed.
Then, the driver with sharp eyes spotted a very old yard with a signboard hanging outside.
