The taxi driver, hearing that she wanted to wait for someone, was displeased and said, "You can hail another cab later, I'm leaving."
"Driver, please let me explain. We are short on time. It's really, very important and concerns a human life." Holding the car door with both hands, Xie Wanying used all her persuasiveness to convince the driver, "We need to transport a critical organ to another city for a rescue."
"What? I don't understand what you're talking about." The driver, speaking with a local accent, seemed not to understand her standard Mandarin.
"Critical—" Realizing the driver might not understand medical jargon like "organ," Xie Wanying changed tack, "something from the hospital."
"Is it life-saving medicine?" the driver, a layperson when it came to medical knowledge, could only understand it in such terms, and he asked her.
"Yes." As long as he understood, that was enough for Xie Wanying, who nodded.
